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I'm supposed to be studying!

I just posted but them ten notes have me hype. I have a small piece from the story I want to share. As a thank you for the ten notes and two follows. Enjoy!

His focus was completely on her lips, though it occasionally would dip down to her chest every time she breathed. Caution still filled his bones. A month ago, Dove would never entertain him like this. A month ago, she would rather bathe in acid than let his hands caress her brown skin. A month ago, his caged bird would not be leaning in closer to peck his cheek.

And yet.

Now, in the closet of their shared room-

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3 years ago

"Trust me? You stole me!"

Stressed out and had this little story in my head so I figured, why not make a post. Maybe I'll continue it, who knows.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Black!fem!OC (Its actually X Reader but it's hard for me to write without an actual name for a character. So, reader if you squint)

Rating: E for everyone. No cursing (that I remember), No sexual content. Ambiguous backstory.

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“It’s always gloomy here.” She spoke absentmindedly, her attention captivated by the rainfall hitting the window pane. Her tone was tinged with the boredom she was feeling. Bruce glanced over to the passenger seat. Her big hair hid her face but he knew her well enough to know those maroon lips would be shaped into a pout. She hated the rain and had no issue making the fact known. “When can we go on another vacation? I’d settle for Metropolis at this point.”

“We just got back. You should be grateful that I took you with me instead of leaving you here.”

“What do you want me to say? Thank you, Big Daddy, for dragging me along to the superhero playdate that almost ended my life?” Her exaggerated southern drawl had him clenching the wheel.

“You’re mad.”

“Fucking right I am.” She snapped, her head swiveled so fast he heard the joints pop. He sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her. She had every right to be upset. After weeks of boasting about the vacation to Dubai he scheduled, they arrive and see half the justice league there fighting sewer monsters. The dark knight had to lock her up in saferoom for ten days while he and his teammates fought to save the world. “I’m tired of being Batman’s pet. You won’t let me go out by myself. I have to stay at home all day. You don’t even let me have a real phone.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“Trust me? You stole me! I have every right to fight you every chance I get.”

“You’re acting like a child.” Her eyes squinted with rage. “You should be happy I go along with your whims. It’s not like I push you to do anything.” That wasn’t true and he knew it. Still, she kept her mouth shut. It was clear by the way he clutched the steering wheel that he was getting tired of her mouth. She leaned back in the cushioned seat and thought.

Bruce had parked the car in his garage by the time she looked at him again. He rose a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. She never waited for him to open her car door, acting out to salvage what little freedom she did have. Maybe he will get her a real phone if only to get back on her good side.

The pair walk quietly out the garage to the warmth of the manor. Alfred had already set up a spot in the great room near the fire for her to warm up with her favorite blanket and drink. He grimaced. On any other day, this would cheer her up but after the argument and silent treatment she decided to enact, fuzzy blankets and hot cocoa would do little to ease her ire.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred greeted with a slight bow before turning to the young lady greeting her the same. “I didn’t expect you two to get home so fast. Dinner will only take a few minutes before it is ready. Perhaps it would be best to change into something more comfortable?”

Before he could respond, her voice rang out. “Thank you, Alfred. Dinner smells lovely. Unfortunately, I am not feeling all that well so I will be turning in early.”

Both men watched her leave without a sound, turning to stare at each other when a door in the distance had been closed and locked. Alfred only blinked and moved on. “Shall I prepare the couch for you then, Master Bruce?”

“No. She’s not that upset that she’ll force me to give up my bed. Even she has a heart.” He said while walking to the table. Alfred hummed and turned off the fire under the pot, giving the food one final stir.

“Mistress Dove was upset enough to forgo my chicken noodle soup, I am not sure she what she is capable of.” Bruce only had to give his butler a look before Alfred turned and began serving a bowl of soup. He ate in silence, the only sound being the roar of fire in the fireplace and the hard hits of rain on the manor. Every now and then, Bruce’s ear would pick up the sound of her moving in the room down the hall. He wondered what she could be doing at this hour.

“If you are done Master Wayne, I’ll take that bowl you’re scratching up with your spoon.” Alfred interrupted his boss’s thought. Bruce stood without a word and looked in the direction of the only other person in the house.

“Goodnight Alferd.”

“Goodnight sir. And good luck.” The greyed man called out to the retreating figure of his employer. Whatever happens tonight, he knows he’ll need plenty of rest to navigate through tomorrow.

Bruce found himself hesitating, his large hand clasping the door handle but refusing to turn it. Memories of past dealing with her fire played in his mind. There was the time she moved all the furniture in front of the door, and later both the door and the windows after the first attempt failed. Another time, she barricaded herself in the bathroom for three days, living off of junk food and leftovers Alfred left outside her fort.

The most recent incident had Bruce living in the manor with a ghost of a woman. Dove refused to be in the same room as his, she left when he came and stuck to the shadows of the house. It would have been impressive if he attempted to catch her, but Bruce would simply let her go and hide his annoyance. Now he stood in front of the door of his suite, hand on the handle, cautious of what he’ll find.

Turning the handle, Bruce took in a deep breath and scanned the room. The window was open, the night breeze filling the room and chilling his bones. There was no crude escape made of bedsheets this time, so his steel-blue eyes moved on.

The bathroom door was open with the lights off. His ears could pick up the sound of dripping water in the shower, she more than likely forgot to wring out her loofah. Bruce could smell the scent of cucumber melon, Dove’s preferred post-shower scent. She should be out, yet the bed was still made with not a single indent as evidence she was once there.

His steps were silent, a perk from training Dove did not appreciate, as he slowly gaited to the middle of his room. The aloof billionaire closed his eyes and sighed out his nose. After their trip, he didn’t want to play any games. Tomorrow he would have to be up bright and early to attend a shareholders meeting. In order to get the best sleep possible and have a pleasant enough attitude for the meeting, Bruce would need to end this childish argument.

“Dove, let’s talk.” He expected no response and got exactly that. She could be under the bed for all he knows. Her life before he saved her had been active, to say the least. Bruce wouldn’t put it past her to hide in a bathroom cabinet all night.

“Dove, come out, and let’s talk like adults.” While he pleaded, Bruce undressed and entered the ensuite bathroom. If he was lucky, his physique would distract her long enough for him to grab her and force a conversation out.

He left the bathroom unlucky. No matter how many times Bruce called out for the mistress of the manor, she refused to appear. At one point he thought he heard her footsteps on the self-heating tiled floors, but after turning off the shower, Bruce realized it was just the noise of water dripping yet again.

It was when the sour man entered the closet that his luck turned around. Hidden behind tens of dozens of male suit jackets and coats, sat Dove. Her headphones, Wayne tech that wasn’t even on the shelves yet, plugged her ears and blocked all noise. Her body was cocooned in her favorite blanket, a ratty sheet he has unsuccessfully thrown away several times now. The reflection in her deep drown eyes showed the screen of her phone, heavily modified and monitored by a bot he created, playing a video ranking his costumed colleagues in a list of some sort. Bruce raised a hand to knock on the mahogany wood to alert the caged bird of his presence, but her eyes were quick to snap up and stare him down.

Dove did not frown not scowl, her plump lips remained relaxed in a neutral position. The amusement from the video leaked from her body as she sprung back up slightly, it was clear she was ready for a fight. He had no energy for that.

“Can I help you?”

“Come to bed.” She merely raised a brow.

“I don’t have anything scheduled for tomorrow morning. I think I might stay up tonight. This is a pretty important video I found.” Always quick to choose her words. She had his interest piqued and they both knew it. Before he could ask, she gave the answer. “It’s a rank of best to worst costumes in the Justice League.”

“Where am I on the list?”

“Number 7. The all-black aesthetic is kinda out of fashion right now but it’s still timeless. Super and Wonder are on the worst list though, Red and blue are outdated.” A half-smile graced her face and Bruce wanted to caress her lips. Instead, he tugged on her hair scarf. He doesn’t do playful. He agitates people into reacting, digging into the vulnerable crevices people leave unguarded. When she swatted his hand away, the dark knight knew he’s won. “Stop.”

“Come to bed.” Bruce didn’t wait to see if she’d follow him back to the bed. He didn’t care if she would. The fact that Dove wasn’t angry enough to ignore him counted as a win for him.

Dove emerged from the darkness of the bathroom, sans ratty blanket, with a neutral face. The anger she felt in the car had not been forgone, simply paused for the time being. Her brown skin glowed in the yellow lamplight, the skimpy silk nightgown only covered to the middle of her thighs. Bruce noted his bedmate wasn’t angry enough to wear her old ratty pajamas, another win in his book.

They settled into the bed in silence. He got in first, then turned the sheets down for her to slip into her side. When her head settled on the plush pillow, Bruce leaned over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

“Goodnight.”

“Mhm.” A disgruntled sigh escaped. A few minutes passed before one hand snuck over to clasp a feminine one. When Dove continued in her silence, Bruce took the chance to yank her body to mold against his.

“You’re an asshole, ya know?” Bruce only tightened his grasp around her waist in response. Brown eyes looked over to see his closed shut in mock sleep. Even placing her ice-cold feet against his warm flesh did nothing to warrant a response. "Ya know, If I could, I would leave you.”

“Yes.” He grumbled, burying his nose where her neck and shoulder met. He knew that the moment his back was turned and the gates were unlocked, Dove would run without a backward glance. He knew she would dive as deep as possible into the underground to escape him and his omnipresent watch system. He knew, but Bruce did not care. “I know. Now, sleep.”


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3 years ago

One Thing I Hate About Writing

is that not every chapter I write will be as elegant as I want it to be. It's so fucking frustrating writing a chapter and it's not flowing, but you need the content of the chapter, and it's been a while since you uploaded a chapter so you kinda just force it out. Then you reread it and want to cry because it doesn't invoke the spiritual awakening you want it to.

I know not every chapter will be perfect, and hell, I could extend that to life in general, but when it's a story I care about, that I've stayed up till 4 in the morning writing, that I wrote 100k words of and decided to scrap the entire thing and start over. it feels like everything needs to be perfect.

oh my god, venting is so fun ya'll. I should have started this blog shit ages ago when I was on the edge of glory.

Anyways *coughs, and raises a church finger*

please excuse my rant.


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3 years ago

"What Morals?"

Well, well, well. Look what we have here? Two horny bitches with other responsibilities they could be doing.

This is my first piece of published smut in damn near a decade (who gave me internet access at 13?) so please leave any comments or suggestions about this

Pairing: Sukuna x Black!fem!OC (Its also x Reader but I have thing about needing a name to write so, self-insert if you squint)

Rating: R/NSFW (or SFW, if you're a veteran) MINORS DNI

Warning: Dacyphilia, degradation, menton of blood, slight breeding kink, Sukuna being Sukuna

“Loki is so hot,” Neev stated, their eyes squinted to see the fictional villain stab a person in the eye. They had chosen to recline in the cartoonishly large beanbag chair instead of sitting on the sofa with the rest of the group. The bottleneck of their choice of alcohol was held loosely by calloused fingers.

“Um… I guess. But I don't know if this is the right movie to confess your attraction.” Luna responded. Her eyes were closed as she tried to fight the nausea of eating too many chips in one sitting. Her feet were propped up in Bunny’s lap, taking most of the space on the sofa. Bunny had thrown a whole tantrum about equal sofa space but soon gave up when it was clear Luna didn’t give a fuck. “Not the actual bad guy?”

“I see it.” Bunny mumbled. Luna rolled her eyes and waited for Neev to answer.

“No, I meant Loki. I’m a slut for villains. I thought we all knew this.”Neev waved the drink in the air to emphasize their point.

“But he’s a villain. He killed like 80 people in two days. Look! They just said it. And he’s crazy.”

“Okay, and? I like crazy. And those were mostly white people he killed, so I can look past it.” Bunny huffed out a laugh as her friends went back and forth. It’s been a while since the gang all got together and argued about stupid shit. They all had their own lives and problems that kept them separated. It was nice to hang out like old times. “Am I right, Bunny? Or am I right?”

She wasn’t paying attention and had to ask them to repeat themselves. “The bad guys are always the sexiest.”

Before she could answer, Luna chimed in. “No, you’re just a freak.”

“At least I’m not the bitch that wanted to fuck Jasper Cullen. He was a confederate soldier.” They shot back. Luna blew a raspberry and paused the movie. Bunny leaned forward, letting her sofa-mate drop her feet to properly argue.

“That was not his fault. Stupid bitch didn’t have to write him like that.”

“There’s only one thing worse than a fangbanger.” Bunny started, mock seriousness coloring her tone. Looking over solemnly at Luna, she continued. “A fangbanger in denial.”

“Or a fangbanger that wants to bang the only type of vampires without fangs.” Neev teased, but they weren’t done. “Luna gonna be walking around here with a whole teeth mark.”

Luna fumed. Knowing she was no match for Neev, she turned her attention to the silent member that had no issue laughing at her. “You can’t be the only one not sharing, Bunny. Neev wants Loki, I want Jasper, who’s your secret crush?”

“It’s no secret that I want Sukuna to break me in half,” Bunny confessed. The outcry she received did nothing to deter her. “He is hot, he has four arms and a tongue on his stomach. Need I say more?”

“Bitch, yes! That’s a fucking damn demon your want to fuck. Neev’s sick in the head, we all knew that. You might be a lost cause.”

“Especially since Nanami is right there! Literally. Luna, turn on the show because I don’t see what Bunny is talking about.” Neev directed. In a few clicks, the trio had Jujutsu Kaisen on the screen, the opening song blasting in the small living room.

After a few episodes, Neev contested that they could see how Bunny would find that attractive. Luna remained unmoved, instead, pointing out every other attractive character.

“He’s a demon sorcerer. The demon sorcerer. Where are your morals?” Luna prodded. Bunny leaned back and sunk lower into the plush of the sofa, and shrugged.

“What morals?”

It was later, after catching the last train ride of the night back to her side of town when Bunny thought about her fictional crush for the second time that night. It wasn’t her fault, she thought, that he was so appealing. She remembered the first time she sat down to watch the show, after weeks of Luna pushing her to do so because she was the only one who hadn’t. The first time she saw him with those dark lines tattooed on his face and a sinister grin, she was a goner. Bunny watched the entire show in a night, and after a couple of drinks bought a customized blanket with the two-dimensional man’s face on it. It was one of her more embarrassing purchases.

She entered her apartment with little fuss. Remove her shoes, check. Remove her jacket, check. Take a couple of pain pills before her shower, check. Nightly hygiene, check. In no time, she was in her large bed and covered in her heavy blankets to fight off the chill still in the air. When five minutes went by and she still felt the cold seeping into her bones, she blindly grabbed the blanket she kept at the foot of her bed. Much better. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, Bunny found herself submerged in her dreamscape.

Her dreamscape was the pit of hell with random skulls strewn about and stained red. The smell of copper and rust hung in the air, unsettling her stomach. What type of dream is this, she mused. Was this that lucid dreaming Neev loved to talk about?

“There she is! There’s the little whore with no morals who sleeps with the image of my face covering her!” Her body jolted in shock. Upon a pile of bones and rotting carcasses was a chair, no a throne. It was a throne fit for a king or higher being, black and sleek with dark jewels embedded into the structure. “I heard you call for me all night, pet. At first, it was annoying but then you began to intrigue me. Not many women openly admit to wanting to ride my second tongue.”

“Sukuna..” Bunny couldn’t believe her eyes. He had the same tattoos, the same cocky grin, the same undercut with pink tufts of hair at the top. It could only be one person. But how could that be? It had to be a dream, there’s no way she was getting demeaned by a fictional character. And yet.

Her surroundings warped around her and suddenly Bunny was on her knees in front of his throne. Her pupils were blown wide open, disbelief still stuck on her face. Her lips felt dry from the stifling heat that was a part of his domain’s aesthetic. His four eyes stared her down. She felt like prey.

“Let’s not waste time. It’s been so long since I had a proper whore on her knees. The brat I’m stuck in doesn’t think fucking is a priority of his.” From her view, he looked so much bigger than she imagined. He wasn’t in full form like the manga showed in a couple of chapters, probably because his teenage host has yet to eat enough fingers. Bunny felt like she could stare at him all day not get tired. “Oh? Was I unlucky enough to pick a brainless bitch? Doesn’t matter. Even the stupid can be taught to open their mouths for their betters.”

Her head whipped to the side before the pain settled in from being slapped by his right hand. Her face felt nothing but the stinging sensation of being hit like that. She had to blink back tears before any began to fall over her waterline. The demon sorcerer did not care about her and the fact was made clear when he slapped her opposite cheek just as hard. This time her mouth opened to let out a scream of pain. Ow…”

“You think I have time for you to toy with me woman?” Bunny opened her mouth to ask when exactly has she toyed with him, but fingers from one hand clenched at her jaw to keep it open and her words silent. “I’m not yet at full power. My cursed energy will run out and you’ll be sent home. There’s no time to play this game of yours. Open your mouth, now.”

Bunny obeyed without question, widening her mouth with his hand keeping her grip. His lower eyes squinted in joy. “There you go, woman. Open it wider for your master.”

“Sukuna…” plush lips whispered. Bunny opened her mouth to the fullest extent, enough she feared her jaw would dislocate, and let her tongue peek out in invitation. Sukuna groaned, pleased with the view he was seeing. He dug his black nails into her flesh, just enough to see a bead of blood on her brown skin.

“Perfect.” Bunny watched with anticipation as her ‘master’ disrobed himself. His kimono made its home on the throne as Sukuna began to stroke himself. Her eyes widened when the second pair of arms became visible. He was a menace with just two hands, she wondered if she’s in over her head. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

He filled her mouth in one second. He was thick, barely giving Bunny any room to move her tongue around his flesh. An unlucky person would be gagging around him as the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

“No choking? How many cocks have you sucked to get rid of that reflex?” She wanted to answer that it was a childhood surgery that took her gag reflex, but something deep inside told her he wouldn’t care. Sukuna pushed himself deeper into her mouth until her nose met the hairs of his crotch. He then placed a hand around her neck and squeezed. “There’s always suffocation though.”

Maybe Luna was right, Bunny wondered as the demon sorcerer began a rough pace of forcing her head to bob around his flesh. It was easier for her to just have her mouth open and let him move her as he pleased. She felt like a mere toy for his amusement. From his throne, two pairs of red eyes watched with lust as her spit bathed his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he derived so much pleasure from a woman’s mouth. Sukuna’s lower arms began to move, one going to pet her hair like she was a prized possession and the other roaming down her body to grope at her covered skin. Anger flashed through him and he yanked her head back. “I’m such a barbarian. Here I am, about to fill that pretty throat of yours while you still have clothes on.” Snatching her up from the floor of bones, he settled his prize in his lap, his sharp nails making quick work of her sleepwear. A hand moved to her head and that’s when Bunny had enough.

“Wait, not my scarf! It was a gift!” She pleaded, voice hoarse and throat sore from the facefuck she received. Keeping eye contact, Bunny reached up to untie the scarf on her hair and place it next to her shredded clothing. It was like meeting the gaze of an apex predator and trying to not gain its interest. Too late for her.

“Maybe there is a god if out of all the women in this world, I got the sexiest one alive. Move forward, woman. Let your master taste your pretty tits.” His command once again compelled her to obey. Her nude form shifted forward on his lap, his hard cock caressing the underside of her ass. His tongue already had drool dripping from the tip and Bunny wanted nothing more than to take the fluid into her mouth to taste. She leaned back slightly and arched her spine to offer her uncovered breasts, her nipples already hard and begging to be licked.

“Ah, Sukuna…” Moans fell out her mouth like prayer. His tongue moved with dexterity she’s never experienced before. The curse only moaned and took more of her tit in her mouth. Raising a hand to her neglected side, Sukuna added to her pleasure with the emergence of his second mouth on the palm, its tongue just as eager as the other. Bunny’s thighs straddled his crotch, moving her hips to reach greater heights of pleasure. “Yes, Sukuna! More, please.”

“Prideless whores are the best. You have no issue begging at your master like a pet, no desire to hide your lust. Whores like you are one of the few things I miss about humankind.” He said after ripping his lips away from her tantalizing flesh. Never has he tasted a human so sweet and soft. Something in him begged for more. More room, more time, more of her. “Hold on Little Bunny.”

Bunny listened and clamped her arms around his right ones and held tight as her surroundings once again warped around them, this time they were in a bedroom. She’d never seen this in the anime, but this was his innate domain after all. This entire world was influenced by his desires and energy, it’s not impossible for him to be able to do this. She gasped as his second hand nipped harshly at her breast, letting go of his arms in shock. He took the opportunity to shake her off him. Bunny fell on the bed, cool silk sheets caressing her overheated brown skin.

Her eyes trailed him as he stood in front of her. “There’s so much I want to do to you, Little Bunny. I don’t know where to start…”

“What do you want to do most? You can bring me back, right?” Bunny asked as her acrylic nails trailed her plush frame. She kept eye contact as she rubbed on her thighs, displaying her wetness. “I still think this is a dream but I don't want you any less. Let me serve you, Master. You haven’t had a woman in a thousand years? Let me be your reintroduction to sexual pleasure.”

She moved her body like a vixen, enticing the demon sorcerer to get on the bed and contort her body to his liking. Sukuna had her on her back with her legs open to fit him between her thighs. His mind was still overwhelmed with images and ideas of what he could do to her. He wanted his prize to keep sucking him off, to bleed all over his sheets, to beg for more and mercy. Most of all, sukuna wanted her to cry.

Bunny moaned when just one of his hands caught both of hers and yanked them above her head. Another pinned her hips to the bed. He let his remaining limbs pinch and toy with the nerves all over her body. His name left her dewy lips like a prayer when he returned his mouth to her breast. He seemed set on burying his head in her cleavage for the foreseeable future, surprising her when she felt his second tongue emerge on his stomach, perfectly aligned with her dripping cunt. Although she wanted nothing more than to buck her hips to get more of the muscle on her flesh, the hand on her hip did too good of a job keeping her restrained. Two of his hands moved to cup her asscheeks. After a painful squeeze, the hands proceeded to spread the globes of fat apart, giving the tongue more room to play. “Oh, God.”

“Yes, I am your God.” He muttered into her breasts. His sharp teeth were leaving bite marks on her chest. “You taste so good. Never had a whore with a cunt this wet.” He added, his point being driven home by his second tongue dive into her tight hole. The stretch made Bunny tear up, which did not go unnoticed by Sukuna. More, he needed more.

The sound of something breaking caught Bunny’s attention. She opened her eyes to see the tip of a black nail dropping onto her neck. “Whaa?”

“You want me to stab you, woman? I’m not usually so kind to my food.” Bunny whimpered. The hand with the missing nail smushed her cheeks together as he smiled at her. She could almost believe he wasn’t the famed king of curses with a smile like that. His expression turned menacing. His hand left her face with a quick slap, then diving between their two bodies, he was on a mission to see more tears. “So wet, pet. All for me? All for your master?”

The short-nailed finger began a brutal assault on her clit. The bundle of nerves was rolled, flicked, pinched, yanked, and tickled all while his lower set of eyes watched. His second mouth and her arousal provided more than enough slickness for him to toy with her. His primary eyes watched her face for cues, waiting for the sign of tears. Bunny delivered without delay. “Yes, all for you-ah! Sukuna!”

“Cry some more for me. Beg me.”

“Please, please, master…”Her mouth opened to plead for mercy. His finger and tongue worked in unison to build her orgasm quickly. The sloppy movement provided background music, the squelching and slurps filling the room with erotic noise. When the tip of his second tongue reached the wall of her cervix, Bunny lost all control of her lower body. Pastel pink nails dug into the demon’s flesh, who in return caught both nipples in his primary mouth and yanked.

The King of curses growled at the screaming woman, her cunt attempting to milk his tongue. Her walls did little to effectively push out the muscle, allowing Sukuna to slurp her juices directly from the source. His cock ached to feel the tightness of a woman again. Releasing her peaks, Sukuna checked to see how many tears she produced.

“Yes, yes! Feel so good. Can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Bunny babbled, the pleasure nearing pain since he refused to stop moving the finger that has been working her clit and tongue still inside her. Cracking her eyelids open, the human woman was greeted by the unimpressed face of Sukuna.

“Not enough.” Before she could utter a letter, one of his hands grabbed around her throat and squeezed. “I need more tears, little Bunny. Your god demands more.” As he spoke, his second tongue slipped out her channel and laved her flesh from clit to asshole with the hand keeping her lower lips spread. Every so often the tip would nudge at her tight hole, teasing her for something more. Sukuna hiked her legs up until her thighs were parallel with her torso.

“This is what I wanted. A sobbing whore begging for me.” And his words were true. Bunny openly wept as her stimulation heightened, she never truly got to come down from her first orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she felt lightheaded as Sukuna played with her as he pleased, hand still firmly cutting off her air supply. “Still want my cock, little Bunny? Look at it.”

Her vision, though blurry, took in the sight of his hardened cock, which had been dribbling precum on one of her thighs while the tongue worked her. It was large, comparable to Sukuna’s forearm, and Bunny wanted every inch inside of her. Fresh tears leaked out and she bucked with all her might, lust tainting every brain cell she owned. “Ple..”

“What are you saying? Speak up, woman!” Sukuna licked the bottom of his sharp teeth. Never in his life has he seen one woman look as debauched as Bunny did. The mess they’ve created was on par with the orgies he used to command. Her pretty skin had been marked to hell, claws and teeth marks leaving red welts in their wake.

He needed more. Nothing was better than a prideless whore, except for an insatiable prideless whore. He wanted Bunny, his little human, at his feet for the rest of her short lifetime. He wanted her mouth on his cock, servicing him while he sat on his throne of skeletons. Sukuna wanted her crying and begging in his ear as he bounced her plush frame in his lap, forcing her cunt to take his cock until she broke.

“Please, Master! Fuck me, Please, God” Her voice harped and the curse smirked. He watched his second tongue kiss her drenched pussy then disappear behind closed lips. This allowed his heavy cock to take the spotlight, the sight making Bunny moan and buck. Clenching her throat, Sukuna waited for her to calm down.”Please, please Sukuna. Want you so bad.”

“Mm, your prayer needs some work but don’t worry little Bunny,” He stopped himself from groaning, his cock was being suffocated by her cunt as he tried to get the first inch in. She felt tighter now than she did earlier on his tongue. Easing the rest of his flesh in until the head kissed her cervix, he was serenaded by the most beautiful cry he’d ever heard. “Don’t worry, little Bunny. Your god will teach you how to properly pray.”

His first few thrusts were gentler than Bunny expected. His cock split her in half and put her womb in danger with every thrust. The vulgar sound of her sex getting fucked filled the room, more intense than when he was using his tongue. Just when the woman felt confident enough to move her hips to the curse’s rhythm, he picked up his pace. Her nails pressed into his skin again and Bunny quickly became overwhelmed

“You sound so good, moaning over my cock. Let me hear more.” Sukuna grunted. The hand on her throat moved from a chokehold to caressing the back of her head. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, he could feel the saliva in his mouth collecting at the thought of stuffing his face full of her flesh. “Proper whores say thank you to their god. Where are my praises?”

Every drag of his cock against her wall sent Bunny closer and closer. Her ears could barely pick up his commands, too full of the sound of her heart thudding. “Answer your god, woman.”

“Thank you, thank you Sukuna, feel so good, so big, thank you, master, god,” She spoke from the heart, that Sukuna could tell. Her words filled him with pride and powered his unrelenting pace until her breath hitched and her body seized as Bunny’s second climax crashed into her. Her tears were falling with new speed, hiccups left her throat and her hands, adorned with those fake claws of hers, dragged down his biceps. Sukuna grunted at the tight fit he was forced to work with. A lesser being would be forced out but he stood his ground, filling Bunny with every inch he had.

“I know exactly what you taste like, but let’s see if anything changed since then” She couldn’t comprehend what Sukuna was talking about, her mind had gone offline after her second orgasm. Only when the reemergence of his second mouth in the middle of his palm, did Bunny understand.

“Sukuna!” She yelped but the mouth did not relent its assault, the rough tongue taking extra time to suckle on her clit on its journey to her cunt. She could not see what he could, and that was a shame for Sukuna had twice as many eyes as Bunny and could see the obscenity of her drooling cunt, still getting pounded by his tough flesh, receive new stimulation via the second mouth. It nipped at her labia and licked at the ring of cream forming around Sukuna’s base. “Too much! I’m gonna cum!”

“Good. I was getting thirsty.” Bunny could only moan and close her eyes, only to be slapped back to reality. “You close your eyes while your God blesses you? Ungrateful whore.” Sukuna moved his hand higher to her clit and was rewarded by high-pitched squeals and the release of more slick.

“Too sensitive, Sukuna.” She babbled but did not protest when he sunk his cock in and stayed stationary.

“Should I kill you now then? If you can longer serve me, I have no use for you.” His question was met with a tearful apology and feminine hands gripping his shoulders in sorrow. The releasing of her legs from their position only caused more panic, Bunny clutching tighter to his flesh, even her pussy clamped down. Suppressing a moan, Sukuna tugged her arms off, sending his human into deeper hysterics. There was nothing better than an insatiable prideless whore, except a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore.

“Shut up, woman.” And there was silence, all except for the little whines Bunny couldn’t keep in. Sukuna stared her down with all four eyes, only connected by his painfully erect cock still buried in her. “Yes, I know what to do now. I won’t kill you…”

“Thank you, thank you, god. I-” Her gratitude had to be cut short to let out another lustful moan. The King of Curses had shifted their bodies, with Bunny settled nicely in his lap. “Sukuna…”

The last syllable of his name dragged out her mouth but it did not register. His eyes swept over her form, his vision now a reality, sans the throne of skeletons. “Little Bunny, I haven’t spilled my seed yet. Satisfy me and I’ll let you live.”

“Yes, I can, I will, I...I want you to cum in me.” Sukuna chuckled at her declaration, his human was drunk off the euphoria his cock gave her. The mess from her crotch slid down his flesh until it reached the already wet bedding. He figured he had enough energy to keep her with him for a couple more hours. He willed the bed under them into a chair for him to recline into.

“Let’s see you try, woman.” Sukuna can’t remember the last time he had a release. It took time to get him to the breaking point, time people did not use wisely and were killed for wasting. The curse hadn’t decided if he really would kill the woman in his lap, a part of him found her addictive. Slapping both her asscheeks, Sukuna growled. “Hurry up.”

Bunny took to her task with speed, after flexing her hips and cautiously draping her arms over his for support, she rose off his length until the tip was all that remained inside her. After a beat to collect herself, Bunny dropped back down, Sukuna grunting quietly as the warmth of her cunt embraced him. She let out her own noises, praises, and ramblings about how good he felt inside her while finding a rhythm that aligned with her goal. Then she set off.

Red eyes followed her every move, lingering on her chest to watch the delicious fat bounce. Even though this was supposed to be about him, Bunny found her pleasure quickly. Her head fell back and her hands clutched at the tendons over his clavicle. Four palms itched to tug and grasp her flesh but Sukuna refrained. He settled for mocking the human riding him.

“This is all you can do for your god?”

“Can’t go any faster? Scared I’ll break that cunt.”

“I said to satisfy me, yet you’ve already given in to your lust.” His voice strained when Bunny came on his cock for the third time that night. She batted her eyes and leaned forward, ignoring his curious expression to bite along his neck, her balance wobbling from loss of concentration. “Oh, careful, Little Bunny…”

Her manicured hands traveled down his shoulder to his chest, circling her index finger around his soft nipples, her hips in sync with the movement. Sukuna cursed with each swivel her hips did, his volume low until she ground slowly against his crotch.

“Sukuna, please,”

“Already begging for mercy. Pathetic-” Bunny’s plush lips colliding into his. Her finger tugged on his peak until it hardened, her mouth swallowed the groan she caused. Her pace slowed to grinding and Bunny took this time to deepen her kiss with the curse, whimpering into it when he bit her lip.

“I need more,” the woman above him uttered into his mouth. Sukuna hummed when she pulled back briefly. Her hand moved from his chest to one of his hands, dragging it to splay along her hip to the middle of an asscheek. “Squeeze me, please, master.”

“So desperate,” Sukuna grunted, following direction and getting rewarded with another kiss. “You’re supposed to be sat-

“More! Need more, Master.” Hazy eyes met his primary ones when Bunny leaned back again. Her hips stilled. He watched his human guide another one of his hands to her chest, the next to her knee, the final one to her face. Never in his years has Sukuna experienced this. Apparently, there was something better than a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore. A bold one.

Bunny struggled to lift her cunt off his flesh, her thighs finally giving out. Brown eyes shone with tears as she begged.

“Please, help me. M’so close Daddy.” His breathing stopped at this new title. Sukuna grew curious, but Bunny paid no mind. “Please help me, need to come. Wanna make you come, Daddy.” Her wish was granted.

Sukuna used the arms already attached to her lower half to start them off. Soon, Bunny’s moans had returned to their desperate pitch. His insults mixed in and together they harmonized.

“Prideless whore, can’t do anything for yourself, Little Bunny.”

“Need your god to help you? Your daddy?”

“Who do you think you are? Nothing more than a whore, a hole for me to fuck. You need me,”

“Never had a whore so stupid and desperate. You’d let any sorceror fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

Bunny could do nothing but weep and take everything he gave to her. Every rise and drop of her hips brought pleasure, every nudge against her cervix brought nirvana. She reached ecstasy for the fourth time when Sukuna pointed out he could see his cock fill her stomach.

“Again? So easy to please, little Bunny.” He taunted, breathing through his nose as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He could feel his body tensing, his balls filling with weight.

Bunny planted another kiss on the curse’s lips, followed by another, and another, until Sukuna grew tired and tilted her to lay on his shoulder. His ass jumped occasionally, desire to buck into her growing. Bunny babbled, a broken recorded set on repeating praises and begs to her new god.

“Shit, feel so good. A stupid whore might just make me come. You want that, woman?” Bunny nodded along, delirious with pleasure. “Want your god, your daddy, to fill you with seed.” Her hips ground against his, desperate for what he was offering. “Yea? That what you want? Pray to me.”

“Please, please, please Sukuna…”Bunny talked herself tongue-tied. Sukuna moaned at her endless prayer. His body could no longer refrain, bucking his cock as far as it could go into her plush body. A pause in her prayer to gasp, followed by those fake claws she wore digging into his skin. Her volume rose as did the sound of her gummy walls being penetrated.

“That’s it keep begging. Keep begging your god and I won’t kill you. Might even fuck a baby into you.” Her cunt clamped down again as did her teeth around his earlobe. His fingers strummed against her clit and a nipple, but his mouth kept moving. “Want that? Desperate whore, you want a cursed baby in your womb? Want to carry the heir of a king? Beg, beg and pray to me. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Want it, want it. Please master. Please, god. Please, daddy. Please, Sukuna…” His real name came out high-pitched as Bunny released again, spurring the curse into going faster and touching more.

“Find a way to keep you here, you’ll be my little mare. Sit at my feet, please me until you die.” Sukuna found himself on the edge of climax. His vision was filled with nothing but the human in his grasp, taking everything he had to give. “Look at us, Bunny. Look how well you take me. Beg for my seed. Beg to sit at my feet.”

She obeyed. Bunny’s brown eyes became glued to the mess between their legs. Most of that mess came from her, his second mouth contributed in the beginning. They were both covered in scratches and marks, though she seemed to be the only one with bruises.

“Please, come in me. Let me stay. Make me stay. Want you so much. I- I- close! Close! More, Sukuna, please.” Whatever he was about to say she would never know as her mouth found him again. Bunny was so close, nothing else mattered except the orgasm waiting at the horizon for her.

Sukuna felt her cunt beginning to constrict around him. He’s never came this fast with one person before, never felt pleasure this intense with a human. The King of Curses continued knocking against her cervix, moving her body with fever. Heat simmered under his skin, he could feel his cock twitching.

Sukuna deepened the kiss as the promise of pleasure crept closer and closer. He yearned to fill her cunt, fill her womb, and watch it drip out of her.

“Fuck!” Bunny cried out as her vision went white. She could pick up the sound of Sukuna grunting until her environment did a complete 180. She rode her orgasm anyway, noting it was less intense than she was expecting. Her eyes opened to darkness.

Sukuna was at heavens’ door, ready to fill his little Bunny with his cursed seed when her body blinked out of existence. His cock, which was just a second ago wrapped in the warmest, wettest piece of flesh he’d ever had, ached in the open air. Sukuna gaped, confused. His cock pitifully dribbled out drops of cum, and nothing else. Sukuna stared at his flesh in disbelief.

He ran out of cursed energy.

Bunny gasped back into the waking world and shot up in her bed. She was tucked under blankets with the fan on. The clock read 4:34 am. Was it a dream?

Moving to pull down the blankets, she hissed. Her everything hurt. With wide eyes she bolted out the bed, ignoring the pain to fumble her way to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, Bunny stared her body down.

Marks and scratches everywhere. Bruises and puffed cheeks. Her hair, wild and without a scarf.

It wasn’t a dream.

How the fuck is she supposed to go to work like this?


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3 years ago

“Eco-socialism is not green social democracy. Eco-socialism aspires to egalitarian redistribution, public ownership of the means of production, respectful, modest, and humane management of the human interaction with non-human nature, and decommodification of social life globally, not merely locally. And it aspires to eliminating capitalism not merely locally, but globally.”

— Max Ajl, A People’s Green New Deal

3 years ago

Birds of a Feather

Remember when I said this blog was supposed to be a junkyard for a story I'm writing? Yea, that's what this is. In the first draft of my story, I wrote a lot of cute shit that can be cut and posted here.

Background: This takes place in the early days of team seven when they were given D ranked missions.

Rating: PG/E for Everyone

Warnings: None, its cute fluffy shit.

Kakashi sat again in another tree, supposedly watching over his gaggle of genin tracking the lost bird of a lord. Sasuke looked as interested as the jonin did. Sakura looked the most determined out of them all and Naruto looked, well-

“Sakura get them off of me, PLEASE!”

“Idiot! I told you not to put bird food all over you. Now you have to deal with those birds yourself.”

“Both you idiots, stop making a ruckus. You’ll scare away the stupid bird we're looking for.” The Uchiha simply didn’t miss an opportunity to say something harsh. Teamwork, children, Kakashi internally shouted. It hasn’t been long since they did the bell test but it's apparent the lesson has faded to the back of their minds. Out the corner of his single visible eye, the jonin saw a bird that fits the description. It seemed interested in Naruto’s ingenious bird-food jacket.

If the other two stopped berating him they might notice the objective right above their knucklehead teammate. Kakashi gave the team walkie-talkies to communicate with each other, but where was the learning experience if he found the bird for them. Was it an excuse to continue reading in his tree while his students were distracted? Perhaps.

“I don't even remember what the stupid bird looks like!”

“Naruto, it's bright yellow with a blue belly. Do you seriously not remember?” Sakura shouted, the walkie-talkie null and void if they continued using this form of communication. Sasuke only huffed and headed further away from his team, and the bird they needed to find. The Uchiha couldn’t believe this was his first mission. So simple a pack of dogs could do it and yet his team has been out in the woods for the past half-day. The feudal lord comes back home tomorrow and the genin couldn't handle a failed mission on his file. His brother, the traitor, never had a failed mission. Anything Itachi can do, I can too!

“I found it! I found it! Look, Sakura! Aren't I amazing?” Naruto’s loud voice echoed through the foliage. He better have it, because he just scared every bird in a ten-kilometer radius.

Kakashi peeked down to where his students all met where Naruto stood when he claimed he found the bird. Even from his distance, the jonin knew it was all wrong.

“NARUTO!” Sakura couldn’t resist and kicked the blonde boy 3 meters back.

“That bird is blue with a yellow belly. You are such a loser.”

“And… that's not what the lord’s bird looks like?”

“IDIOT!” We’ll be here for a while, might as well get comfortable. While his team continued to scare all living creatures away, Kakashi slightly relaxed his form before turning to the next page.


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