mariel-g

[mariel-g]

Hi mariel 👋, I wanted to ask if the “fumbled the bag because of Gojo Satoru” pt2 is ever going to be reuploaded 😕.

sorry if this seems rude i was just wondering because i really love that work 😞

I am so sorry about that 😭 I had kind of a midlife crisis and deleted it out of shame. I didnt realise that people actually enjoyed that work as i considered it one of my worst ones. Unfortunately i wiped everything i wrote on my computer so im so so sorry. Ill be more mindful the next time I have a 'i cant write' mental breakdown :(

PS: i may start writing again so if you want to request something specific so that i can make it up to you im all for it

[mariel-g]

HOLY SHITTT THE PUBLIC DEMANDS MORE SUB!MIGUEL 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 lmk if u want me to write a prompt in here to give u ideas bc i am full of them

Please write me prompts guys 🙏🏾🙏🏾 I have no ideas fr. I also want to write for a large range of fictional men so send me anyone your heart desires and I'll see what I can do with it.

[mariel-g]

Stuck In Your Web

Switch! Miguel O’Hara x Switch Spiderwoman! Reader

Pretty much I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be dommed by Miguel or Dom him so I made it so that we could do both in one fic.

warnings: 18+, poorly translated spanish, not proofread, pure filth

Miguel should’ve been more careful; his arrogance is what led him to the position he is in now. 8 hours ago he appeared in your dimension, thinking that hunting down and subduing an amateur Spiderwoman anomaly would be an easy run of the mill task.

When you think back to the careless confidence he showed before you knocked him out, you can’t help but snicker.

Right now, his limbs are imbedded in a large spider’s web that is sustained by the four corners of a roof on a random building on Your Earth.

His wavy brown hair is dishevelled, and his suit is torn in multiple places, the tanned skin underneath flushed and shivering as another orgasm afflicts his body.

You coo from your place above him, your hand gently pumping his cock as it pulsates in your palm. It must’ve been the third time in the past hour.

“You’re such a good boy, giving me all this cum.”

He moans shamefully, his head lolling to the side as his pretty eyelashes flutter close.

You run your thumb over his cock and slit, soaking your thumb with his milk before bringing it to your mouth, revelling in the tangy sweetness of him.

“I know you’re tired baby, but just one last time,” you say as you lean over his body to roughly capture his lips with your own, allowing him to taste how good he is on your tongue.

“Por favor, no puedo mas,” he murmurs desperately.

His abs tense as you return your hand to his aching cock, lightly stroking and teasing the appendage as you press kisses on the exposed areas on his abdomen and chest.

Your eyes train on him as he groans, whimpers, and moans once again. The webs pulling tight over his arms and thighs as his muscles bunch in an attempt to escape from the overstimulation.

“It’s so cute when you try to resist Miggy, it just makes watching you fall apart more satisfying.”

He growls at the nickname, his jaws snapping at you as his fangs extend and red colours his eyes. “When will you let me free?” He snarls.

“Hm…” You tap a finger against your chin in mock contemplation. “Whenever I want to!”

You cut off his sarcastic reply by sinking your mouth down his length, enjoying the way his voice cracks into a whimper.

Slowly his hips begin to gyrate, the soft sounds of his moans and whimpers getting louder and more insistent as he fucks into your mouth.

“Yes…” He moans breathily, his hips rolling in a way that makes his waist look utterly divine. You release his cock from your mouth and crawl over him, his red puffy lips and fucked out face staring up at you from his thick lashes as his hips struggle to buck up into nothing.

“You want me to fuck you boss man? Make you my perfect sex doll?” You murmur, gently threading your fingers through his hair before tightly gripping at the soft strands. “Tell me if you want it.”

He stays silent for a few beats as his body writhes underneath you. “I want it,” he whispers.

You grin at him before dropping down on his cock, engulfing him entirely in one go. He gasps and an obscene moan tears from your throat from how deep he is. You grind on him a bit, trying to get used to his size.

“You’re already so wet,” he rasps, his back arching as you take him from root to tip. “Sucking me in so good,” he moans.

The webs start to draw blood as he struggles to grab your hips. You press down on his chest and move up and down on him faster, your moans now match his as your pelvises slam against each other, Miguel’s hips picking up a desperate pace as he fucks into you.

“Please Mami, ‘m needa cum,” he slurs, his voice heavy with his native Spanish accent and delirious from the feeling of your cunt.

“Mhm, I’ll give you what you need Miggy,” you say, leaning down to trail kisses across his jaw. You instantly realise your mistake as he cranes his neck forward, but you’re too slow to pull away as he sinks his teeth into our shoulder and lightly sucks. The venom in his blood instantly paralyses your body, causing you to slump over him as he messily claws away the web-strings clutching him to the giant web.

Inwardly you scream in frustration, sure that you’re going to be taken to HQ and locked up somewhere without even being able to experience the feeling of cumming on Miguel’s dick.

Instead, he stretched under you on the web. His hands reach up to caress the skin that he's been struggling to touch. He seems to take pleasure in the feeling of your body, groaning as he cups your breasts and grips your stomach, waist, and hips, before his hands finally cease their journey on the flesh of your ass.

“After this, I’m imprisoning you in the high security ward of HQ,” he grumbles, harshly digging his claws into your ass and spanking you as he starts to bounce you up and down his cock.

You can only moan into his neck as Miguel uses you as a fleshlight, throwing his head back and moaning into your ear as he pounds into you from underneath. His dick is in so deep, every rut of his hips causing his cock to perfectly rub against the sensitive swell in your pussy.

“Love this cunt, grips me so good – Fuck.”

He smacks your ass again and plants his feet wide as he slightly lifts and angles hips, dragging you over his length in such a way that your clit grinds against his pelvis with every thrust.

You cry out as the heat building in you unravels and an orgasm tears through you, your cunt involuntarily undulating around his dick with your orgasm.

You heave as his dick continues to ram into you, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm.

“Yes hermosa, your pussy’s milking me so good,” he groans. "Pussy so warm and perfect for me."

He wraps his thick biceps around your body and hugs you to him as he fucks you even faster, pornographic moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as he chases his own orgasm. “Fuck yes, ‘m gonna cum,” he whines, rolling your bodies over to lie on top of you without breaking the frantic rhythm of his thrusts.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you take his dick. The paralysis already wore off but you’re still immobile due to the sheer weight of him crushing you into the web.

He lets out a long, drawn-out groan as you feel his sperm flood your cunt. You moan and grip onto his shoulders as his hips stutter with each spurt of cum, his orgasm rolling through him.

Eventually, he comes down from his high and sinks completely into you. He stays balls deep for a while, dick pulsating every now and then as he plugs your cum-filled pussy, refusing to let even a drop escape.

If only you could stay this full forever.

He hisses as he slowly pulls out of you. He rests his arousal on your stomach, panting as he keeps you trapped with his weight.

"You did so well mami," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You were spellbound for a second (or two), the surprising gentleness of him simultaneously comforting and reigniting a flame in you that has been long since dead. You barely restrain yourself from saying: "Another round, please."

You fervently shake away your crazy thoughts. “That was amazing and all but unfortunately, I have places to be,” you drawl, seeming to shock him from his post-orgasm haze.

“I-“

“Can you release some of the weight real quick? I kind of can’t breathe.”

He frowns but hikes up to his elbows and knees, allowing you some breathing room as he stares down at you with an emotion you cannot name. 

Refusing to dwell on the soft look in his eyes, you lunge forward and unhinge your jaw to release your fangs before jamming them in his neck. Lets settle this quickly.

You roll out from under him before the venom takes hold of his body and he collapses onto the web. As you stare at his unmoving body you think: what am I going to do with him now?

Careful to make sure no one sees you; you gently dress and wash him with clothes and a cloth you swing to your apartment half-naked to get.

After sticking him to the web again, you leave a note and swing back to your apartment, crawling into your window in the wee hours of the morning with your pussy aching and his thick cum running down your leg.

...

Miguel opens his eyes to partial darkness, the beginnings of dawn illuminating the east side of the city.

"Shit," he mutters, scrambling out of your weakened webs and dropping down to the roof. A note previously implanted in his hair floats down before him and he picks it up before unfolding it cautiously.

He stares at the barely intelligible words for long minutes before crushing them in his fists, his molars grinding together as he twists his puffy fucked out lips into a scowl.

“Lyla, place a tracker on Spiderwoman 2023 on Earth 49710.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Nice sex lips Miggy xxx , have you tried vaseline?

-Spiderwoman

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Translations (allegedly):

[Por favour, no puedo mas – Please, I can’t anymore]

[Hermosa – Gorgeous / beautiful]

[Mami – Slang for an attractive woman in this context]

Sorry about the shortness of the fic everyone, been really busy and stressed but imma try and write more. 

[mariel-g]

Heat?!

Subby-ish Zhongli x fem! reader smut

warnings: heat cycles, monsterfucking, choking, knoting/breeding, inappropriate workplace behaviour, the TINIEST bit of rimming (fem receiving)

MINORS DNI! thanks nadine or WHATEVER

“Ms L/N! How did an old hag like you and Zhongli end up together?” 

“Paimon it’s rude to call people old hags,” traveler admonishes. 

You three are seated at third round knockout, watching your husband appraise some noctilucous jade at the nearest market seller.

“Well, I always had a crush on him for a long time, but never really talked to him, you see. He was always such a regal man, felt completely out of my reach, but then one day I ran into him during an...unfortunate incident.”

Needless to say, when you walked in on him sprawled on his office floor at Wangsheng funeral parlor, his shoulders heaving in agony, you were shocked. Actually, you were beyond shocked, you were scared.

“Zhongli are you okay??” You whisper-shout, swiftly closing the door behind you and locking it.

His head drunkenly turns towards you, his hazy eyes flickering with recognition. 

“Dearest – please, bring me some water and close the blinds.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end from the sound of his voice. The naturally deep timbre of his voice was several octaves lower than normal, reaching a depth that would be considered paranormal.

Concerned, you start towards him but the look in his eyes makes you take a step back. The usual amber colour of his iris is now an intense shade of orange and gold, and his pupils are narrowed into slits like those of an animal.

“What the hell," you whisper. Placing your hands over your mouth, you hurry to fill a cup with water and hand it to him, pushing his silky hair away from his face as you ask:

“What is happening to you?!”

His muscular chest heaves, exposed by the buttons that are nearly completely undone to his waist. There is a scaleyness to his forearems and the veins seem to have a golden glow to them. Is that what his arms have always looked like? He always wears long gloves so you aren't sure. 

When you look up your eyebrows nearly disappear into your hairline. From his hair sprouts two black horns that fade into an amber colour- much like his hair- and twist up in a beautiful arc on either side of his head. 

“Heat.” He croaks out, gratefully taking large gulps of the water.

“What can I do to help? Is it like, a sickness? Should I call the doctor?’

“No..just…” He leans towards you, grasping the back of your calves with his hands. “Just come closer – please.”

You cautiously sit on your haunches, and nearly yelp when you feel his breath on your neck.

“Is this part of the treatment or…?”

Instead of answering he inhales at your throat and lets out an obscene moan that has embarrassment and arousal instantly flaming your cheeks.

“Mate with me. Please- let me satisfy you. This is the only thing that will help me," he murmurs into your neck, moving his head so that he can stare up at you with a glazed hopeful expression as he nuzzles the palm of your hand.

You choke at the crudeness of his words, unsure of how to proceed. To be completely honest with yourself, you’d always dreamed of a day where you’d be able to see this powerful man on his knees for you; begging for you. The way he’s always so controlled and polite makes you desperately want to see what he’d be like if he lost it.

Slowly, you run your thumb over his bottom lip, admiring how red and plump it is. He opens his mouth obediently and his tongue runs over the pad of your thumb.  It’s long and appears forked as he trails it down your thumb and to the pulse point on your wrist, where he lightly sucks. 

You press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. He’s so gorgeous that you can’t stand it and you tell him so.

“You’re breathtaking.”

At your words he preens, the slight glow to the veins under his skin increasing in intensity. He straightens to his full height and lifts you up, your back hitting the  wall behind as he ungracefully sits you down on a large mahogany desk, knocking off books and corresepondents in your wake.

“I’m trying to hold myself back for you but I don’t know if I can for much longer.” He whispers, fluttering multiple kisses over your face and lips.

“Don’t hold back then.”

You kick off your heels and slowly run your feett up the leg of his suit pants. Resting your socked feet on the indent of his (slutty little) waist, you spread your legs in front of him. Allowing him to get a good look up your skirt and at your panties dampened by your arousal.

“Ahh fuck- .” He moans at the sight, roughly grabbing your hips and flipping up your skirt, exposing your underwear completely.

“Do you want to take it off?” You tease.

He growls deep in his throat in response, and you shudder. The feralness of him in this state is so sexy it makes your skin flush with heat. He bunches the skirt at your waist and slowly drags your underwear down your legs, lifting the piece of fabric to his nose and inhaling.

“Your pussy smells so good- Fuck.” 

Gently lifting you off the desk, he turns you around so that you're facing the wall.  “I'll make it easy for you to take me ” you hear the muted thud of knees against carpet “bend over and grab onto the desk.”

You momentarily feel his hot breath lingering on your inner thighs, kissing up the backs of your legs. You groan, trying not to buck your hips and interrupt his work.

After his kissing and teasing he fully submerges his face into your pussy. He languidly licks you from your clit to the seam of your pussy and back again before he focuses all of his attention on your bud, flicking and sucking at it with precision.

“Yes, baby,” you pant “I want your tongue inside.”

He instantly complies. He parts your folds with his tongue before stroking his way inside. Your eyes close and legs start to shake as he slowly fucks you, pressing his fingers to your clit as he rubs it, steadily working you to an orgasm. 

He groans when you start grinding against his face, his free hand coming up to kneads your ass and thighs before spreading them to lightly rim your hole with his tongue. Your eyes fly open, cheeks heating at the embarrassing position and the way he happily moans while getting you off.

His mouth migrates back to your clit and sucks on it while he patiently inserts two of his large fingers into your hole, gently curling and rubbing them against your walls as you roll your hips on his fingers and tongue.

He alternates his attentions between your clit, hole, and ass until your grip on the desk tightens, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckle from the force of your orgasm. You ride his face as you cum, clutching onto any available purchase for dear life as your orgasm until it starts to slowly ebb away. 

He releases your clit with a ‘pop’ and stands up, helping your shaky legs take a seat back on the desk. You sag against the wall behind the desk as you stare at him, watching the way his tongue savours the remains of your juices on his lips.

“Come closer, I want to kiss you.” 

He complies, leaning over you from your place on the desk as you start feverishly kissing down his neck. You suck on his collarbone and carress under his jaw, pleased by the whimpering sounds you are rewarded with. 

“Undress me now.” he says hoarsely, pulling your hair to detatch your lips.

You leap embarrassingly fast towards his pants to do his bidding. Having disposed of them, you then unbutton the rest of his dress shirt, slowly peeling it off his broad shoulders. Reverently tracing your hands over the unique gold markings etched onto his skin, your marvel at the way his muscles tense and relax as you drag your fingers over his body. If you had the chance to, you’d sit and admire his torso all day, but right now you have a pressing need to satisfy the ache that has resettled between your legs.

Moving onto his boxer briefs, you trail your hands over the waist band and cup his bulge through the fabric. It feels heavy against your hand. You pull the boxer briefs down to his-mid thigh in one swift motion.

When his cock springs out from it’s confines your jaw hangs to the floor, eyebrows scrunching up in abject horror. That belongs in an AK47 briefcase. Not in somebody’s pants.

He lowers his boxer briefs all the way to his ankles before kicking them off, leaving him standing completely naked in front of you, a sight that you were openly relishing.

“It’s not gonna fit.” you pant, softly stroking him from root to tip.

He makes a sound somewhere between a chucke and a whine. “We’ll make it fit.”

His hips start to thrust into your hands as you squeeze his cock.

“Oh, that feels...” He replaces your hand with his own, fisting his dick as his eyes train on your soaking pussy. “I want to be a good boy for you, but I can’t wait.” He grips your calves, raising them to rest on either of his shoulders.

“Do you want my dick inside you?” 

You nod frantically, rubbing your lips against the head of his cock to show him how badly you wanted it.

“Say it.” He hisses.

“Please Zhongli, I want you to fuck me so bad. Need to feel you cum inside.”

A pained whimper tears from his throat at your eagerness for him before he finally sinks inside. He’s so big that it’s slightly uncomfortable as your pussy adjusts to the size of his dick. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he’s to the hilt he starts slowly rocking against you, making you whine as his tip massages the sensitive promimnence inside you. 

His body trembles over you when you tighten around him. “Mhm sweetheart, it’s so good to be inside you- been dreaming about this, been wanting to breed you for years” he whimpers. 

Inwardly, your jaw unhinges at his confession. Looks like your unrequited love wasn’t so unrequited after all.

“Need to be quiet, ‘kay?” You whisper, tenderly stroking his unruly hair from his face. 

He nods and softly presses his lips to yours. 

Then withdraws all the way out before slamming back into you.

He continues at this ruthless pace, using you as a fleshlight while lewd sounds pour from his lips. Your hand depart from his hair to wrap around his elegant neck, lightly squeezing when he jolts. 

“Oh please y/n...thank you ma’am.” he chokes out, somehow pressing your bodies even closer together. His hands clutch onto your thighs for dear life as his pace grows irregular, his golden veins positively shining at this point. 

Being able to witness the mild-mannered Zhongli succumb to such base instincts, and the knowledge that you’re one of the very few - if not only person to ever see him like this had your toes curling. When he harshly rubs his thumb against your clit you cry out, the knot of heat in your belly uncoiling as you grip onto his hair as an anchor as your orgasm rolls over you. It seems to last forever as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms you. 

“It’s so good,” Zhongli sobs, “the way your pussy is milking me is so good.”

His breath is hot against your neck as he looks up at you from half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m close, yn, I’m so close.” He slurs, “am gonna cum so deep inside...” 

He presses you completely into the wall, folding you under him (for reference, your legs r on his shoulders and ur kinda folded like a lawn chair rn) as he lets out a depraved moan. His hips stagger once, twice, before his body completely stops, laying flush against your own as his warmth floods you. 

The magnitude of cum he gives you makes you moan from the sheer eroticness. It serves as proof of his virility and desire for you.  

He keeps himself balls deep inside you, his cock still twitching even as his orgasm subsides. 

Post-orgasm haze fogs your brain as you allow yourself to swim contently in the aftershocks until muffled voices from outside Zhongli’s office tethers you back to reality.

“Zhongli...? I’d stay like this all day if I could but the others will get suspicious.” 

“Dearest...I can’t move.” 

You gasp as you feel something expand inside you - subtle at first- but soon the stretch starts to burn. Zhongli’s cock feels as though it lodges itself even deeper inside you, making it impossible for any of his semen to leak out.

“I- am I being knoted right now?” You ask in disbelief, glancing down at Zhongli who’s now pointed ears have brightened to a dark red.   

“My apologies y/n, I’m afraid I am unable to control it.” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing. 

“Don’t - worry - about - it” You choke out between a fit of giggles (more like villainous cackles but let’s keep it cute). “It’s quite pleasant actually.”

The inital burn has retreated, replaced by the feeling of being perfectly filled. The intimacy of the moment charms you, affection warming your heart as Zhongli looks down at you with a gentle gaze, lightly touching his hand to your cheek. Your heart flutters a little bit. 

“It will be over soon, I’m sure.” 

Another fit of laughter attacks you at his words. 

“I’m sure?” you echo, “have you never done this before?” 

“Never, an Adeptus can only mate one person in their life.”  

“Oh!” you stare up at him, shocked. Of course the fact that he chose to mate you of all people makes you want to punch yourself to figure out if this is  a dream or not, but his admittance of his virginity is what really has you reeling. 

Althugh he is young-looking you always had a feeling that his appearance did not betray his true age. Based off of his personality and eating preferences alone you would have guessed he was at the advanced age of 70 years old and certainly not a virgin. 

“Really? You’re quite handsome you know, I’m surprised you haven’t been fucked yet.” 

His face morphs into a look bordering smugness and abject embarrassment. “Ah, thank you.” 

You smile at him, touching your hands to his cheek as he did to you before. 

“So, are we married now or something?”

Placing his hand over yours on his cheek, he leans down to press soft searing kisses over your temple. 

“By human culture, yes we are married. However there is no such thing as divorce.” He says the word ‘divorce’ like a dirty curse. “You are shackled to me forever.”

“Hm, having your first time and wedding in a funeral parlor is kind of shitty then, huh.” You allow your expression to turn dramatically thoughtful. “Let’s just hope we don’t get fired.” 

“ZHONGLI!!” A voice yells outside his office. “OPEN THE DOOR! IT’S LOCKED.” 

His smile instantly disappears. 

“Ms L/N? Are you going to tell the story or not” Paimon huffs, “you’ve just been staring into space.”

The complaint brings you back to the present.

“Paimon! Leave Ms L/N alone, she’s treating us today.” 

They bicker back and forth while eating and you smile contentedly at the two of them. 

Gently lifting one shoulder in a shrug, you breathe in the fresh saltiness of the oncoming wind from the harbour and revel in the lovely atmosphere of Liyue as your husband comes striding back to you with a satchel of noctilucous jade.

“Some memories are better kept to oneself.” 

[mariel-g]

Fumbled the bag for Gojo Satoru (part 1)

Dom fem! reader x Gojo Satoru

warnings: dub-con, pain kink, degredation, mean & lowkey obsessed reader, cumplay (sorta)- not proof read

MINORS DNI SILLY GALS

People often describe Gojo in combat as a ruthless animal, a man whose morals are non-existent when it comes to exorcising curses. Criminals and curses alike nervously speak of his name as if he were Satan himself and his fellow jujutsu sorcerers regard his abilities with respect.

I wonder what they would think if they saw him now.

On top of a roof in the back alleys of Tokyo you had him on his back with you by his side, panting. His beautiful cock was in your hand, the tip dripping with pre cum and flushed red with frustration- much the same way his cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.  

“Aren’t you meant to be the strongest?” You drawled, watching the way his lips parted in a silent moan when you lightly dragged your fingers over his dick. “I expected more from you.”

“How did you get through my infinity?” He rasped, trying to inch away from you when you moved to straddle his waist.

You smiled a secret smile. “I have my ways.”

Really, you weren’t planning to run into Gojo Satoru. As a bounty hunter who also happened to be a curse user, you were on no one’s side but your own and trying to fight the strongest jujutsu sorcerer wasn’t really your idea of fun on a Friday night. You were instead silently trailing after the boy who had the misfortune of being the host to the king of curses. It would’ve been an easy kill, and you’d have walked away $10 million yen richer for it.

However the easy cash was spilled down the drain when Gojo appeared next to the kid, and being the amazing mentor he was, he told Itadori to go on ahead of him while staring straight at you.

To be honest you easily could’ve slipped from Gojo’s sight and continued stalking the kid. Yet when you looked at him your plans instantly changed. His lips were too full and kissable, his eyes too big and blue, and his stature too lean and tall for you not to have him. And he was too cocky and self-assured for you not to take his ego down a couple pegs as you do.

“Truly, it’s so pathetic how quickly I overpowered you Gojo.” You let go of his heavy dick, smiling a little at the sound it made as it fell against his abdomen. “You’re so hard, it’s almost like you enjoy being on your back, hm? Or maybe you just enjoy being weak.”

A full body shudder ran over him, causing you to raise your eyebrow. “It’s definitely the latter then.” His hands were tied by his blindfold, and you figured that him being left dissatisfied and humiliated would be more than enough to make up for the financial loss today. But you wanted more.

You settled your clothed pussy over his exposed cock, gasping at how it seemed to demand your attention. His tip probed against your clit, and you moaned a little. He was so turned on that his precum soaked through your pants.

You glanced up at his face and smirked, his head was turned to the side, buried into the crook of his arm while he bit his lip. Receiving this reaction from him after all you did was sit made you chuckle.

“Gojo…actually no, Satoru” the tips of his ears reddened at the usage of his first name “Aren’t you like, a playboy extraordinaire?” You grinded down, trailing your pussy all the way up and down his cock. “Have you ever been used as a dildo Satoru?”

You frowned when you got no response other than a strangled gasp. “Oi, did you hear me?”

You leaned forward and grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I said, have you ever been used as a dildo before?” You ground down harder and was pleased when his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a strangled whimper.

“No, girls beg for me to use them as flashlights.”

You tilted your head at him, pretending to think deeply about his cocky response.

“Well then, I suppose today will be like your first time.”

Quickly, you momentarily removed your pussy from his dick to strip off your pants and grinned at the small noise of protest he made.

“God, you’re such a slut” you laughed. “Don’t worry Satoru, I’ll take good care of you.”

This time, when you settled on him you could feel every vein and ridge against your sensitive pussy as you once again smeared your wetness from his tip to the base of his cock.

“Do you want to be inside me?” You asked breathlessly.

He gave you a slow nod as he peered at you from under his lashes. He’s so sweet like this, when he can only use his annoying pretty mouth to moan.

You landed a harsh slap across his face.

“Satoru, you know that I like being answered with words.”

“I-yes, I want to be inside you.” He said hoarsely.

“Prove it.”

Suddenly, he started moving under you wildly. His moans increased in frequency and crescendo as he started desperately humping his aching cock against you.

God he’s so beautiful. His eyes glittered with a sheen of tears and his lips were shaped in an O as he looked anywhere but your face. Humiliation is such a stunning look on him.

Reaching back you fondled his balls with one hand while your other pushed up his shirt to reveal his torso while he worked, admiring the way his abs contracted and tensed with each thrust against your pussy. You moaned when he angled his hips in a way that had his cock pressing against your clit with each thrust and squeezed his balls lightly in response.

He moaned and threw his head back, hands gripping into the bind of his blindfold.

“Fuck yes, do that again.”

“This?”

You squeezed his balls harder and raised an eyebrow in disbelief when his groans turned guttural and his thrusting irregular.  

“Wow, the strongest enjoys pain as much as the next street whore.” You said condescendingly, your disbelief turning into amazement when your degrading words and a harsh tug to his balls made his body shudder with the tide of an orgasm.

His toes curled and eyes rolled back as his thrusting turned into involuntary jerks as rope after rope of thick cum spilled onto his stomach and your clit.

“You good for nothing slut” you said, unsure if you were turned on by how subby and desperate he was or enraged at the fact you didn’t even get to orgasm “who said you were allowed to cum?”

He let out a small, defeated whimper. “I-I’m sorry it’s just when you call me those names and look at me like that I- fuck-“ he babbled on and on and on. You tuned him out, trying to think about how to satisfy yourself now. Your trusty vibrator at home can’t satisfy the aching need deep within your pussy.

“- It’s just that when you slapped me I kind of lost control, I could easy break out of this bind I was just-“

“Shut up for a second” you interrupted. “I’m going to sit on your face.”

He immediately quieted.

You held eye contact with him as you slowly spread your legs, giving him a full view of your weeping cunt.

“You’ve been extremely useless, Satoru” you said disappointedly “you haven’t satisfied me yet.”

You coated your fingers with his cum and spread it over your clit, using it as lube as you rubbed your clit with your fingers.

At the site of you masturbating with his cum Gojo’s breath quickened, and his eyes stayed glued to your cunt as you continued to pleasure yourself. The tortured look on his face made you bite your lip, giving up your plans were so worth it.

His dick was straining against your thigh and his hips started to timidly move again. You glared at him and unmounted, smiling in retribution at the annoyed sound he made when his hips humped nothing but air.

“Don’t get sassy with me now, let’s not forget about your pathetic little cock failed to pleasure me, what will the tabloids think when they find out their precious Gojo isn’t the sex god everyone makes him out to be?”

A shocked moan escaped him.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Before he could say something in retort you aligned your pussy with his face, allowing him to get a close up view at how your pussy clenched around nothing as you circled your clit. His gaze instantly trained on it, his eyes tracking the movements of your hand as if mesmerised.

“Do you want to taste?”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Yes.”

When you made no attempt to sit your pussy down on his face, he did it for you. He half sat up to place a kiss on your clit, and then broke out of the binds of his blindfold to reach up and drag your thighs towards his face.

So, he really could break out of your binding sorcery; wonder why he didn’t do it sooner. You smirked, sure that you already know the reason.

You ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue started to lap against you.

“Oh Satoru yes,” you hissed, tugging at his hair as you started to grind against his face in tandem with the strokes of his tongue. “You’re such a good slut for me.”

His eyes rolled back at the dirtiness of your words, sure he was going to cum just from your degradation of him alone.  His tongue worked faster, alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting inside you as he trailed one hand down his abdomen to grip his cock.

“Don’t you dare.”

He instantly released his cock at your admonishing words but growled in annoyance.

Yeah, welcome to the club.

You ground your pussy against him harder, grabbing at his hair in both hands as you rode his face. His hands massaged your thighs, ass, and trailed up to your chest (long ass arms alright) while he desperately moaned and whimpered into your pussy.

“I love it when you use me like this.” He admitted. He switched from sucking on your clit to thrusting his tongue inside you like a dick and you lost it. The build up of pleasure overflowed as the waves of an orgasm took over your body. Faintly, you could feel Gojo’s fingers digging into your thighs as your pussy squeezed around his tongue, but you didn’t care. If he couldn’t talk for a week after this it’d be a blessing to everyone around him.

“Fuck Satoru.” When the orgasm subsided, you slowly stood up as his tongue withdrew from your cunt. “I suppose the media hasn’t been lying about you…that much.”

He rolled his eyes and sat up. “You caught me on an off day and ow- fyi, I think you bruised my tongue.” What a shame, he could still talk.

“I want to strike a deal with you.” You crouched down to be eye level with him still sat on the ground. “I won’t kill Itadori…” his face darkens “…as long as you promise to be mine.”

“Uh, no, this was a great rendezvous but I’m not into monogamy, especially not with someone who tried to kill my student.”

You cupped his face with both hands and rubbed your finger back and forth across his pink bottom lip. “Satoru, if only you had a choice.”

You pressed a heated kiss to his lips, humming at the taste of sugar, strawberry, and matcha.

“You taste good as well, you can call me y/n.” you murmured against his lips.

A calculating look entered his eye before it vanished, replaced by irritated submissiveness. He’s a dangerous one.

“Can I cum?”

You glanced down at his neglected dick, the head the deepest pink you’d ever seen and pondered. It looked so delicious and keen for your attention, leaking an abundance of precum once again just for you. But it was time for you to be getting home.

“No.”

You pressed your fingers to his head and knocked him out.

Using his fingerprint, you opened his phone that was stuffed in his jacket pocket and called the first available number; ‘Nanamin.’

“Hey, you might want to collect your friend” you said, rattling off the address to the other person on the line before hanging up.

You glanced at Satoru’s unconscious form and felt a small chill. You had the distinct feeling that although right now you’re the hunter, you may soon become the prey.

You cleaned him up and rearranged his clothes before silently slipping off the roof.

[mariel-g]

Chemistry Homework?

Very self indulgent switch fem reader <3

MINORS U SILLY GALS, DO NOT INTERACT

You sigh as you stare at Jotaro Kujo’s profile, silently fanning yourself with your hand while the idle chatter of your chemistry teacher fades into the background. Jotaro Kujo is...well, he’s not the friendliest of people. Whenever you have tried to talk to him he blatantly ignored you, so you quickly learned to stop trying. 

As your thoughts drift away, his elegant side profile turned, revealing his full face in it’s glory. Startled, you jerk away and accidentally knock over a bottle of HCL with your elbow. 

“Oh! I am so sorry, here.” You mutter, frantically grabbing at a stack of tissues nearby and patting it over Jotaro’s thigh “Um, are you alright? Like, it didnt burn or anything, right?” 

You briefly close your eyes in disbelief, why the fuck did you say that? 

His large palm suddenly engulfs your hand, ceasing the frantic drying of his leg. “The dosage of true hydrochloric acid in the bottle would be too low to burn me, I’d think you’d know that already if you take this class.” 

Despite the harsh words, it was truly the first time you’d ever heard his voice. It was deep and velvety and honestly quite a turn on. Although his tone was biting and full of contempt, it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. 

The noise of irritation he makes at the back of his throat makes your eyes fly up from his leg, settling on tracing the lines of his adams apple and defined neck before slowly meeting his eyes. When you meet them, the glare he pins you with makes you shrink back, only stopped by his hand that is still tightly clasped over yours. 

“Yes I know, I just was overly concerned, forgot the basics of chemistry haha...my apologies” you say weakly. 

“Get off me” he snarls. 

His leg starts to shake, from anger no doubt, and a sick sense of satisfaction runs through you, letting such an inconsiqentuial accident affect his mood so much is ridiculous. But then again, he always acts like a bandit pisses in his coffee each morning. 

“You’re still holding my hand” 

At that his thigh seemed to flex and harden underneath your finger tips and your fingers gave an involuntary squeeze back. His whole body goes completely rigid and he bites his lip as if in pain. Oh my god...was that his dick...? No, right?

Both of you sat completely still when the teacher suddenly addressed the both of you. “Jotaro and y/n, please clean up the mess, you should’ve told me if you wanted more tissues.” 

Jotaro’s eyes bore into you and he gives you a look of pure disgust before snatching his hand away from yours as if burnt. Despite of the rollercoaster of things that just happened you still had some scraps of your pride left, and you gave him the nastiest look you could muster before abruptly standing up. 

“Miss, may I please go clean the acid off?” 

“Yes you may y/n, I’ll clean the table myself dont worry” The teacher then glanced at Jotaro “You should go clean the HCL off yourself as well Jotaro, the dosage is low but it could still burn if left on the skin for too long.” 

You gave Jotaro a smug ‘I told you so’ look before traipsing out of class. Fervently trying to forget the heat emenating from the shape that was pressed against your hand as you cleaned. 

Ever since that day, you and Jotaro would bicker and annoy eachother to no end. You were fairly sure he hated you and the hatred is definitely mutual. After seeing him more often you realised that around everyone else he was generally pleasant if not quiet, it seemed that it was only around you where another side was brought out of him. You huffed a small laugh, you tend to have that effect on people. 

“What are you laughing at?” 

“Nothing really” you sighed. You tilted your head back and moaned softly. God, the feel of his pouty lips making love to your neck was heaven. 

He was on his knees in front of you as you sat on the side of the library’s setee, your leg on either side of him as his face nestled in your collarbone. (Mate, look he’s 6′5 just imagine that the setee is really low)

His tongue lazily swept across your pulse before suckling on it. “We should finish our chemistry homework.” 

You nodded airily in agreement. “We should.” 

Slowly, you brought one of your legs to rest between his thighs, allowing the base of your shin to softly rub against his hardened cock. He groaned softly, moving his hands braced on either side of the setee to wrap around the small of your back. 

“Don’t tell me you got hard just from kissing my neck?” You asked incredulously, stilling the languid movement of your shin against his dick. 

“I get hard just from looking at you” He said in a whisper “Keep rubbing my cock.”

At his crass wording your cheeks burst aflame with embarrassment, but you continued to pleasure him, delighting in the soft moans and groans that escaped from his mouth when you put more pressure on his member. 

“You should say please” 

“Why should I?”

“Because,” you completely stopped your ministrations on his dick “otherwise I’ll do this.” 

His jaw clenched in irritation and his full lips silently formed the word “bitch.” 

“If you still want to finish our homework it’s fine” you said breezily, making a show of repositoning the collar of your shirt and rebuttoning a few buttons.

“Wait,” He visibly swallowed a ball of irritation “keep rubbing my cock...please.” His adams apple bobbed. “And let me see you, all of you, please.” 

Satisfaction and a heady rush of power filled you. You’re able to make this proud man beg. 

“I enjoy having you on your knees in front of me” you whisper, heeding his request as you slowly unbutton enough buttons for your bra to be completely exposed to him. 

His hand cups your breast and squeezes hard, his thumb roughly rubbing over the nipple through the fabric of the bra. You let out a small yelp and narrow your eyes at him when he smirks. Payback I guess. 

He leans forward and nips your ear “And i enjoy being on my knees for you as well, let me make you cum.” 

Fuck. An ache setlles between your legs as your pussy desperately tries to clench around nothing. “Yes,” you say breathlessly “But we need to be quiet.”

The corner of the library you guys are in is uninhabited, but the whole establishment is not completely void of people. 

He kissed the tops of your breasts and slowly took off your bra, savouring every inch of naked skin that was revealed to him. When your chest was fully exposed, he moaned in satisfaction. 

“y/n, they’re perfect.” 

His lips instantly descended upon your nipple as the other hand massaged and played with your breast. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue circling around one of your nipples while his hand pinched and rubbed and squeezed the other. 

“Oh fuck” you panted, feeling euphoria wash over you as he continued to lavish equal attention upon both of your breasts before releasing them with a pop.

“Spread your legs”

You rose your eyebrow at his demanding tone, but complied, cautiously spreading your legs as he flipped up your skirt. 

“Fuck princess, is that spiderman underwear?” The side of his mouth was twitching as if he was trying painfully hard not to burst out laughing. 

You glared at him, “Do you want to see my pussy or not?” 

In response he pulled your knickers to the side and began rubbing your clit with his thumb in a smooth circular motion, his mouth parted in a moan when he saw how wet you became from his light touch against your clit.

“Your pussy is so beautiful” he murmured. “Can I put my fingers inside?” 

In response your loins clenched and you bucked your hips. “Fuck yes, and press harder on my clit.” 

“Your wish is my command mistress” he said sardonically, increasing the pressure on your clit to the point it nearly hurt. 

Slowly, he pressed one of his fingers into your opening and your toes curled. His thick finger stretched you out so good it made you moan, and your head lolled down to watch him as he watched his finger disappear inside of you till the hilt. 

Heat crawled up his neck as he bit his lip. “You’re so tight...and wet” he curled his finger slightly and you gasped as the tip of his finger rubbed against your most sensitive space. “And warm,” he slowly started to thrust his finger in and out. “All for me.” 

You moaned, “Jotaro, faster.”

“Yes.” 

“Another finger please” 

“Yes m’lady.” 

The volume of your moans nearly reached a pornographic level. The way his thumb circled your clit as his fingers stroked and pressed into your walls made your mind go numb.

“Please let me taste you,” he begged, the look in his eye wild as he bit your inner thigh.

In response you moved your hand to the back of his head and gave him what he desired, surrendering to the pleasure as he immediately started lapping at your cunt. He licked and sucked and expertly toyed with your clit with his large fingers still ramming inside of you.

“Baby, I’m going to cum” you whimpered

“Please cum on my fingers,” he said hoarsely around your clit, “Need you to cum on my fingers baby.” 

The vibrations from him speaking and his filthy words push you over the edge, and per his request you cum all over his fingers. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt convulsed around him. You had to throw a hand over your mouth so that you didnt scream.

He milked you through the orgasm, thrusting his fingers in languid strokes and lazily sucked on your clit with his eyes intensely watching your face.

“Jotaro please” you started to shy away from his attentions as the orgasm subsided.

Using his body weight, he pressed you down onto the setee. “I’m not finished yet.” Gingerly he started to eat at the honey your pussy produced, groaning in satisfaction while you meweled and bucked under his hold. 

“You taste so fucking good.” 

Eventually he released you from his taste testing and sat back on his haunches, admiring how pretty and fucked out you looked. 

“Maybe now that you’ve been satisfied like this you’ll stop being such a bitch” He commented mildly while he flipped your skirt back into place and straightened your shirt. 

“Yeah you’re right, I suppose I should have a weekly round of this, maybe next week should be Kakyoin.” You said lamely, to deep into post-orgasmic euphoria to conjure up a wittier response.

He frowned up at you. “Only me.” 

You snorted. “I suppose you’ll have to be my subservient sex slave for the rest of your life then” you said jokingly. 

For a second, when you looked into the teal of his eyes you thought you saw a look of reverence. He quickly put on his hat that was strewn haphazardly on the same desk your unfinished chemistry homework was on. 

“So I guess we aren’t enemies anymore,” you said absent-mindedly. “Having an enemy that’s...yknow done that to me would be kind of embarrassing.” 

He cleared his throat loudly as he stuffed the chemistry textbooks into his bag. 

“A truce?”

“Good grief, fine.” 

“It’s a shame we couldnt get our chemistry homework done.” 

An ironic smile touched his lips. “No, I’d say it’s pretty completed.” 

You looked at him quizzically but said nothing, instead opting to rising onto your toes to give him a soft kiss. It was brief but it left him speechless and flushed. 

He watched you, face distraught as you walked ahead of him towards the library exit.

“Let’s go,” you said when you realised he wasn’t following “do you reckon anyone heard me?” 

“Nah.”