#dubcon warning

Idol reader/yander manager cultist/cult

DUBCON WARNING same for religouis imagery, punishemnts, abuse, cults and genraly reader being a sadistic ahole with too much power!

[Reader] is one of the biggest sensations in recent memory, the frontman of Xirens. They command the crowd effortlessly, almost overshadowing the other members, the perfect idol, every manager’s dream. There are endless ways to describe them, especially with a fandom so vast it has practically developed its own laws. Perhaps it’s one way to turn life’s hardships into something beautiful: transforming pain into award-winning music and performances for devoted fans, many of whom see themselves as Enchanted. The most loyal, particularly of [Reader], had even given themselves that name… Yet outsiders tended to keep their distance, and, perhaps, for good reason.

It was only weeks before the biggest music event of the year, and Xirens had to be 100% prepared. That meant a ton of shows and even more training. Of course, their manager made sure they had nothing but the best… except Eun tended to get a little too distracted by his frontman sometimes. And so, by some cruel coincidence, they were scheduled for the same talk show as the group that just happened to be [Reader]’s biggest open adversaries. Apparently, [Reader] took advantage of their most vulnerable fans, can you believe the nerve? And for Eun to schedule them together… well, this deserved more than just a simple firing.

[Reader] had said goodbye to their bandmates for the night. Everyone needed to blow off some steam after the show, and being the frontman, [Reader] offered to deal with Eun. The others knew this would probably put their poor manager out of commission for at least a day, but that also meant a day off for them, and [Reader] would be a bit more bearable, so… win-win. Well, except for poor Eun, who was already trembling in his messy office, desperately trying to figure out where the mistake had been made, trying to find some explanation. But the moment [Reader] walked through that door, all his thoughts went straight out the window…

“You better have a damn good reason for this, Eun…” “[Reader]- I-I promise, it was a mistake-” “A mistake that could’ve cost us votes if the host asked the wrong questions.” “You know I wouldn’t allow that!” “You allowed the interview in the first place…” “It was a genuine mistake! I-I must’ve blacked out at our last meeting and missed the call-” At that, [Reader]’s hauntingly beautiful face twisted into a smile, and they pulled out their phone. Eun didn’t even need to look, he could feel the color drain from his face. But it only got worse once [Reader] showed him their private fan app, highlighting a meeting alert. They had launched the announcement just minutes ago. “Downtown, in the old arena. Considering the show had quite the good numbers, it’ll be a big meet. You have to agree, a punishment is in order… I promise not to make you bleed this time…” Eun should have been terrified, and he was, certainly, but a sad smile spread over his face, and a dark thrill coiled in his stomach…

The drive was silent. Both were lost in their own headspace, [Reader], already eager to step into their godlike persona, and Eun, mentally bracing himself for humiliation, pain… and the stirrings of forbidden arousal. Even as [Reader] dragged him into the old building, buzzing with noise and bathed in the band’s colors, Eun’s mind raced. The room was packed with the true fans, the handpicked ones, the Enchanted, the ones whose eyes immediately locked onto [Reader] the moment they entered. A hush fell over the crowd as [Reader] and Eun made their way to the altar that had been meticulously prepared. Waves of jealousy and pity radiated toward Eun, and both he and [Reader] could feel it. They were in for quite the night.

Before Eun had a moment to speak up, [Reader] already had their fingers deep in his mouth, holding his tongue down. "Hush it, Eun; you did more than enough damage today. I'm sure everyone agrees…" A wave of nods and murmured agreement follows, but, well, arousal was filling not just Eun's core. Everyone was more than ready for the punishment of the day, knowing they'd get to see their idol in their full glory. "Now if you don't want to hurt as much as you did last time, you better not struggle..."

As [Reader] pulled down his already rumpled jeans, the audience made amused and envious noises, and Eun's eyes began to well up with tears. Particularly as [Reader] earns a whine as their gentle hands move around his delicate opening. In an attempt to get closer to the altar so they can rush to Reader, other followers keep pushing. "What do you think, my dear Enchanted... does he deserve lube tonight...?" The mortified manager's heart and body clenched as result of a wave of rejection. [Reader] smiles and inserts two fingers. Eun is somewhat accustomed to it by now, but it's still not painless. More folks play along, leaning in, 'helping' one another. Some are even reaching out to [Reader] or touch him. Why did it have to be so hot? He should be mortified. Why does his belly feel so pleasantly stimulated? "...Good boy...

Before he even knew it, they immediately started pulling out and slamming back in at a punishing pace, sending him into a frenzy. "Slower! Slower, please! [Reader] please slo-" "Shut it." Moans filled the room, so much pleasure surrounding and seeping into him. "I beg you..." [Reader] pushes him down, forcing his face against the old concrete block covered only by the thin black cloth, delivering a few sharp spanks. "Shut. It." Everyone is so deep in the pleasure haze, watching their idol, their god, causing so much euphoria and fear in their best priest. "I know it hurts, but you're ready... I promise it won't be so bad this time..." And with that, the ominous shuffle of their own clothes alerts him to what is to come.

Before he can scream and beg again, they grab his throat and slam in something way bigger. Something way more painful and something stretching him so much more. Last time he too it he bled so much... he hated blood. He hated it. He didn't want to see and feel it again. This time they werent so eager to start moving. They let him breathe through it. "...no worries, worries, dear. There's no blood this time You know I wouldn't do that to you again. I'll start moving now..." And the second they start he was a whining, shaking mess. It hurts. It hurts so deliciously. He can barely register the crowd of people in various stages of undress and their own chase of an orgasmic high. "You're doing good..." "...I'm sorry. sorry. I'm sorry,sorry, I'm sorry..." "I know, dear, I know, dear... But I had to hurt you, and, you know it..." He was getting close. He was close to losing himself in the throes of his orgasm and needed to feel grounded. Conected to someone and who was the closest but his god... [Reader] must've felt it, as they pulled him abit closer, putting more weight on him. "I'm here, here, dear... Go on, my priest. Come for me..." That's enough for Eun, and he paints, the black fabric under himself glossy, sticky white. First of the many orgasms she's going to have that night.

Ghost enters the game for good. And you— you’ve just been weighed. Measured. And found trespassing on territory you were never meant to touch.

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Excerpt:

You shift backwards, an unconscious slight movement, and he is moving in. Taking that opening for himself. Stalking closer. Bit by bit your rigid posture erodes. A step back, then two, you can’t help it. The tall shadow owns the space you fled. Falls over you. Finally, you hold, force yourself still. Do not retract further. Do not. It feels like playing dead in a lion’s den. You force yourself to look. Look right past his face – past where you’d search fruitlessly for some kindling of emotions. There isn’t one.

You can only outlast him. Freeze up and endure. Inhale. Exhale. That whole ordeal, till it’s over.

This isn’t Sergeant Poster Boy Johnny MacTavish—flawed, impulsive, easy to tilt off-balance. You played your game in the noise he made. Broke him slow. Quiet.

But this— This is what stands behind him when the noise stops. The silence that gives shape to the drums. That holds the rhythm, sets the pace—decides when the song ends. The stillness that waits behind all sound. The kind that settles over the living, sooner or later.

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.

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.