Sukunasstomachtongue - Enter The Junkverse

Part two of Eyes on Me finna hit the streets.

Quick post that might evolve into a story while I re-edit ‘Eyes on Me’ which is definitely On the way, I did not lie about that no ma’am. Never that. Not me… I would never

Ft. Principal Asano from assassination classroom

Rated T for suggestive language | not edited | judge your god not me

“Why don’t I take her to the nurse while you all have a quiet study hall amongst yourselves? No need to worry her more.”

Like a spell, his tone brought actual nausea to her stomach, weakening her body until pressing her forehead against his palm became the only feasible way to stay upright.

“Don’t worry. Focus on your studies. I’ll be back in shape in no time.” She forced out. The students watch their beloved teacher be led down the hall, hastily throwing a weak smile their way before turning the corner, set on the path to the infirmary.

The stinging smell of disinfectant and cold metal came and went as the pair passed the room. She sighed as her fate became glaringly obvious. In her last moments, she thought it be best to reflect on her choices that led her toward death’s door.

Black eyes. Tan skin. An unmoving scowl. Broad, broad shoulders with a cinched waist. Thick hair that would look absolutely delectable caught between her nails. His voice remained unknown for now, but her mind was more than ready to fill in that hole with something raspy and seductive enough to talk her into climaxing.

Oh, how her tongue yearned for her teeth to sink into such a fine specimen. She had to know how his flesh tasted, and how fast his blood pumped when under the influence of arousal, just like how they had already learned this about the principal.

The only man she’s been steadily kneeling for these past few months.

Let it be known now in his office with no witnesses besides the dust mites and the janitorial staff responsible for cleaning up their afterschool messes, the foreign English teacher was a salacious beast led by her primal desires. And the esteemed Principal Asano represented every filled desire she had. A man of his… pedigree was worth their weight in gold. Under his employment, she gained access to stable income and housing, a lovely slightly above modest life. Under his desk, she gained pleasure so painful she struggled to revel in the jewels and his highly sought-after attention.

The same attention focused on her now like a target light. One long blink and she found herself back to supporting herself as best she could under his heavy stare. Only the desk separated them. He had yet to sit down.

“What was that?” Teddy frazzled under his red eyes. Red. Black. She’d trade her soul to see those colors together. Focus.

“Sir?”

“I’m disappointed in you. Someone under my leadership should never be seen in the hall of my school, salivating and whimpering like a bitch in heat.”

“Principal Asano, sir. Let me explain.” Within a second her head was pressed against mahogany wood with his palm keeping her trapped. She could feel the threads of her skirt ride up the back of her thighs. If anyone were to walk in on them…

“There’s no need, Professor. I can see it written all over your face. In some ways, this is my fault. Employing a salacious woman such as yourself,” Asano shifted his brutish hold from her cheek to her hair, balling his fist in her locks. “Remember how quickly you fell for me. It was my own arrogance that brought this on, I believed you were a woman of impeccable taste in men. But now I see.” Dragging her up by her hair strands, he forced eye contact.

“You’d bend over for any man that gave you a glance. What a shame. A woman as beautiful as you should really have higher standards. What was it about the little government stiff that had you dripping out your skirt?” His hand didn’t slacken in power as he walked back around to her side of the desk. Asano stared her down with fury and greed lighting a fire behind his irises.

"That Girl is No Good."

Act two is beginning to write itself, until then here are what I like to call intermission pieces.

Series Masterlist

Bruce Wayne x Dove (black OC) [mentioned]

Rating: PG-13 | warnings: none? public opinion and scrutiny, cursing

Taglist[OPEN]: @prettyvintageafternoon @zennydaye @lalaooopsie @leahnicole1219 @ctrllovre

“What the public wants to know is who is this floozy that’s been caught time and time again, dangling off Mr.Wayne’s arm?” Judy’s fiery red tresses shook from the conviction in her voice, comparable to an agitated horse. She eyed the camera lens, attempting to convey the emotion brewing in her chest to her viewers. After months of failed lives and low viewerships on her blog, the woman had finally found her niche. 

Celebrity Gossip.

And who was the biggest celebrity this side of the western hemisphere if not Bruce Wayne? At first, the man gave nothing exciting to report on that could rally public interest. But now, this woman, this Dove Cartwright, had garnered interest the more he was caught with her. And that made Judy a very popular woman. She didn't understand why so few public personalities talked about this hot piece of news.

“Mr. Wayne is not a saint, we’ve all heard of the legendary parties he throws and the somewhat questionable meetings he has with some of Gotham’s infamous. But this woman is different. Poor, fat, black, with a criminal record, a key suspect in an ongoing investigation with a gang that is known for terrorizing innocents. I’m speaking out of a place of worry for Mr. Wayne. 

“I’ll take some callers now. Caller number one you’re on the air.

“Hi, my name is Michelle and I know for a fact that woman is a gold digger! She lives in the same neighborhood my ex does and it's nothing over there but future criminals and loser has-beens.”

Thank you Michelle for your concern and support. Next caller.”

“My name is Rich and I used to get my pants hemmed by her at Spinelli. She’s nothing but a girl looking for a meal ticket. She used to feel me up and press her breast against my legs like a bitch in heat. It's a real shame Mr. Wayne doesn’t know what he’s inviting into his life. That girl is no good.”

“Thank you for sharing that information Rich, I’m sure Mr. Wayne will open his eyes soon. Next Caller.”

“What’s up Gotham, it's Santana in the mix and I just wanna say all of yall is some haters. Yall big mad Mr. Wayne done found himself a baddie and yall jealous and bitter cause yall wish it was you all snuggled up with -”

“I’m so sorry to my audience for letting that thing assault your ears with nonsense. Maybe we should take a small break-” Three sharp knocks on her oak doors shocked her still. No one visits Judy. Her family had all but washed their hands of her years ago and she never connected with any woman she met in the 10+ years she’s been alone. Glancing at the setup, she could see the chat asking her who was at the door. 

“One second. Let’s take a small break.” she addressed both groups at once. Giving a small smile to the camera, Judy did a swift pivot and made her way to the door. She opened it without hesitation. The sight that welcomed her made her insides coil. 

“Judith Snorfeld?” It was a singular man, dressed in a sharp business suit with a manilla envelope gripped securely in his hand. By the second, Judy could feel her blood circulate faster. 

“Yes. Why are you-” Her breath rushed out her mouth as her body recoiled from the thick envelope that found itself forced into her embrace. She scrambled to secure the papers, all the while staring the man down. 

“Mr. Wayne is asking nicely that any and all posts you’ve made about him and Ms. Cartwright be taken down immediately.” Judy gawked at the man. He displayed no emotion or hint of an opinion. 

“You…he can’t be serious. It’s celebrity gossip, what I’m doing is-”

“I am just the messenger ma’am. If you don’t believe me or listen to Mr. Wayne’s kind request, those documents from his lawyers in your hands are more than enough to explain the situation.”

“But-”

“Good evening.” Judy watched, shock still freezing her body to the threshold of her quaint home, as the man in the sharp suit left the way she assumed her come. Slowly, she shifted her eyes to her torso, where the manilla folder had been pressed and secured.

She didn't bat an eye as the oak door closed without her body acting as a doorstopper. Couldn't draw in a single breath down the hall back to her tiny office, back to her waiting audience. She can't think of what to say, her words had been silenced and locked deep inside of her as fear took hold of her.

Judy glanced at the computer screen, chat lines obscuring her reflection. Her lips separate to utter something, a flimsy excuse to cut the show short, but her eyes pick out a colored piece of paper in the mess that was her desk before she could get anything out.

She's sick to her stomach. She wants to vomit. Of all people to blab about, why would she pick Bruce Wayne?

Now she's going to lose her viewers. Her short-lived steady stream of income. And her apartment.

"Fuck you, Dove Cartwright."

I. Am. Disheveled.

Pussy therapy.

!! Minors DNI !!

❝ 𝑆𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 ❞

Pairing: Sukuna x afab! Reader.

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT NSFW Y/N HAS A PHAT WAP.

Warnings: blood, Dom Sukuna, oral (receiving), kinda short, Sukuna is...Sukuna.

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" Ngh-" you choke on your own voice, teeth gritting tight against each other and shoulders sore from standing up on ur elbows to stare down at him in between your legs with half- lidded eyes.

For the past hour you hadn't been able to move away from Sukuna, or rather he hadn't been able to move away from you. It hadn't been too long since your monthly cycle had started and while you knew your boyfriend was definitely not like the rest, this somehow still suprised you.

Since day one after getting your period, you decided to stay away from him, not wanting your blood to fuel his need for bloodlust and cause harm to Yuji you figured that keeping away until your cycle ended would be better.

And with Sukuna's head between your thighs, his tounge slithering through places you needed reach was quite concrete proof that you turned out to be very wrong.

It seemed that if there was anything stronger than the need for bloodlust, it was the need for you.

He was almost offended, finding you bold for keeping such a treat away from him, but he never complained, he took.

And took he did, finding breaking down the bedroom door you stood cornered in after he took over Yuji's body as the perfect opportunity.

Your expected him to be mean, to manhandle you and regrade like the bully he always was, but he just pushed you on the back on the bed and caged you, hands tearing through your shorts.

Now your legs shake and ass is numb from sitting in one position too long, yet you don't dare to move, not whenever you did he locked his hands tighter around your legs to keep you in place.

You whine as your hand reaches for hair hair, weakly trying to pry him away and he only sucks on your clit harder, making you lose balance. Nails rake across your skin, uncharacteristically delicate before he pulls you closer by your thighs, mabye harder than he intended as you dragged the duvet with you.

" Sukuna-please!"

You feel his nose push against your clit, tounge deep at your entrance, sucks and slurping like a starving man and you can't help but pathetically grind.

He opens his eyes and smiles from under, lifting his head up to reveal his corners of his mouth to his chin stained red, feral eyes glowing red into your own.

" C'mon baby" his smile stretches, peaking the fangs of his mouth. Two fingers slowly trace your swollen lips and pries them open, a long tounge suddenly presses flat against your pussy and you gasp sharply, gripping the sheets, feeling his ragged breathing warming your skin.

You fall backwards with a tired sound, sweat starting to glisten on your forehead and your breathing more irregular.

" There you go" his teeth scrape you inner thigh, giving it a light bite and lick.

You really couldn't take it anymore, having already cum once before he gave you no time to come back to reality, continuing as he had done before, if not even hungrier. But now it was torture, edging you into another orgasm and ripping it away from you just so he could take a little longer, suck a little harder and see a little more.

You begin to whine harder, slightly shifting back and forth, trembling legs flinging side to side you feel his big hand pressed against your abdomen, hot skin calming any slight cramp.

And now you feel it again, when his hum vibrates through you core, almost as if he's purring it makes your legs wrap around his head tighter and his nails dig deeper.

You don't know if it's your monthly cycle that makes you more sensitive, or if it's all the orgasms he denies all piling up on you, but it feels the like a heavy wave seconds away from crashing, and your willing for it to take you away.

" Give it to me like a pretty girl baby" he cooes and your eyes shut tight, back arches and a long, shakey moan rips from your chest as you grind against his mouth, pussy throbbing harder as moans along with you.

A low growl bubbling his chest, shoulder muscles flexing as his hands roam, rubbing from your hips to you waist and back to your ass, picking it up in the air you ride out your orgasm, face still deep in your mess.

" Give it to me like the pretty girl you are"

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