Not Me Thinking About Alpha Sukuna At 10am On A Sunday, Lord.

Not me thinking about alpha sukuna at 10am on a Sunday, lord.

When we’re new to adulthood, it doesn’t immediately occur to all of us that you’re almost always allowed to leave a situation, because growing up we’re forced to stay in situations until someone dismisses us and/or takes us home, or if we do leave on our own accord there’s someone waiting at home to say “we don’t quit in this family!” Boring party? You can leave. You don’t like the lecture? You can walk out. New doctor not working out? You can end the appointment, you don’t need to wait for them to dismiss you. Bad date? You can just go home. Leaving a situation prematurely might have consequences, but unless you’re under arrest or serving prison time, it’s pretty much always allowed.

–commenter Allison @ askamanager

ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.

black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.

bruce: how’d you get your scar?

zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.

bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.

The Race: Start

Series Masterlist | Previously

“And that's Sukuna. He’s one of the best out here. The only one that's a challenge to him is Gojo.”

“I heard there’s some newbie named Yuji that’s really good.”

“He looks so dangerous…” “who’s that girl next to him?”

“Her with the pink dreadlocks? That’s Bunny. Sukuna’s girl.”

“Her name’s really Bunny?”

“No, it's his nickname for her. I don't think I’ve ever heard anyone say her real name. She’s been around for a while.”

“And she’s just as crazy as he is. I heard she once stole a cop motorcycle and handcuffed the cop to a gate.”

“Where do you keep hearing information?”

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how about studio sex for namjoon? 🥵

this is like the quintessential namjoon prompt. thank you for requesting it, i loved writing it.

873 words of namjoon x reader under the cut and it's exactly what it says on the tin y'all.

**if you have the time and even if you have to go anon, please don't be a silent reader! i've loved and been very appreciative of the comments whether they've been in your tags or replies. not to sound thirsty, but it's so nice and motivating to know if people love or have constructive feedback for the work that you produce 💜**

namjoon had been surprisingly bashful as he had shown you around rkive for the first time, all ducked head and shy smiles as he had talked to you about his figurines and why he had chosen the decor he had. it was cute, his nervousness, as if this was your first date all over again. you had seen him perform in front of thousands of people with a calm head but that had been rm; the man allowing you into his safe space now was different and all yours.

you were appreciative of the duality, especially when it meant one minute you were on a sweet studio tour and the next, you were on his lap with his hand down your pants while his cock pressed needily against you through his track pants.

but he wasn't worried about his hard on, not when he was in the middle of creating.

the entire reason for your casual studio date had been that you had never dated a music artist before and had never been to a studio space and had said as much to namjoon, teasingly questioning him as to why he had never taken you to his. he had been genuinely surprised by your interest, spending so much time in the studio that he had forgotten that the space could still hold novelty for someone else.

when he had offered to show you the equipment and how it all worked, beckoning you over to sit on his lap, you hadn’t known that this was what he meant: you, riding his fingers within the confines of your jeans and moaning into the microphone in front of you as he placed a kiss to the back of your neck, one headphone covering his ear to monitor the pretty music you were making for him.

“you sound so sexy, baby.” he placed a kiss to the back of your neck. your panties were drenched and you were sure that despite the denim being a thicker fabric, there was a matching wet spot forming there as well. the angle was too shallow - and namjoon was too in control and determined to tease you - for you to get exactly the friction and depth that you wanted. despite your desperate gyrations, you were only frustrating yourself, whining needily into the mic in such a way that it had him groaning against your neck and rocking his hips up against you. “fuck,” he elongates the vowel, drawing the simple word out as his forehead drops onto your shoulder. “you need to hear yourself.”

though you are slowly unraveling, you’re still aware enough to realize that hearing the sound of your own voice magnified and playing back to you in real time sounds awful and you’re trying to figure how to articulate that when he pulls his hand from your pants and pulls his headphones off, placing them over your ears instead, adjusting them so that they fit snugly and sealed out all other noise in the room - except those that were being picked up on the microphone.

like the shuffling of your feet and the swishing of fabric as he pats your thighs, signaling for you to stand and then pushes your jeans and panties down your legs, pulling you back onto his lap with a deep chuckle. all thoughts of denying him anything flee at the pleased sound, especially when it’s coupled with his fingers finding their way back between your slick folds. he soon has you gasping and biting back moans into the microphone again and you have to admit that he has a point- it is sexy to hear yourself like this. your own noises spur you on and the louder you are, the more namjoon obviously loves it, his breathless sounds being picked up as well.

your eyes are closed and your hands are searching for purchase across the slick surface of his workstation as your squirm against him, trying to goad him into just fucking you already when you feel him shift, a cord slipping under your fingers but you can’t bring yourself to care what’s happening until you hear his deep voice in your ears, lower in octave, rich and clear. “you’re so wet.”

you moan, realizing then that he’s fucking you with one hand and holding the microphone to his mouth with the other. “fuck, you’re so wet. you should hear how your pussy’s gripping my fingers.”

it took only a moment later to configure it but soon he was kneeling between your legs, microphone situated on the floor while he held your legs up over his shoulders and ate you out. you could hear it all clearly - the way he licked, slurped, and devoured you with deep, appreciative groans all magnified by the headphones over your ears.

you had never heard your own pleasure like this. it’s so lewd, so erotic - the wet sounds of his mouth on your dripping heat. when he adds his fingers, you moan harder from the welcome stretch of them inside of you and the sound of your body eagerly sucking them in as he curls and withdraws and presses them into you again and again while you thrash against the chair and tug at his hair.

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"Yeshh Sir."

It would be unloyal of me to not post fics for my first love: Kakashi Hatake. The finest ninja to ever exist. I was simping for this man before I knew what simping meant.

Edit: I reread this. Why do I like degradation and girls on top so much? Is this... self-projection??

This is also a reject piece from the naruto fanfiction I've been writing. Features my OC Asumi.

“I like hearing you called mommy, and you like being called mommy, but it's not a mommy kink we’re after,” he grunted and watch her mouth open wider and took the chance to let his saliva drop from his tongue to hers. “I think we want to make you a mommy."

“Wa, ah, wanna fuck a baby into me, Kashi? Then I’ll get to call you daddy” her muscles tensed as her climax came closer and closer. His hips never stopped and she new they wouldn’t until he had enough of her, until she was filled to the brim with his seed.

“Fuck, I should make you call me that now as practice. Come on your daddy’s cock, Sumi.” And she obeyed without delay. Her walls squeezed him so tight he had to fight to stay buried in her throbbing core. Tears fell down the side of her face into her hair and he wanted to see her sobbing.

Sumi felt the waves calm down just when Kakashi pressed his lips against hers for a sloppy kiss of exchanging spit and moans. His fingers found her clit while she was distracted and began rubbing it til she squealed as her third orgasm hit her. “Daddy,”

“That's right, baby. I'm Daddy. I’ll fuck you until you get pregnant. As soon as that brats born, I’ll fuck another into you. You’ll make a pretty housewife, the only thing I’ll look forward to while I’m on missions. I’ll come home to my pretty housewife who wants me to breed her sloppy pussy. You’ll give me all that, Sumi”

“Aaaa” She wanted to respond but the fingers in her mouth stopped her. Not that she could think of how to respond, with a brain turning into mush the longer he stimulated her. Asumi could feel her core tense up as something bigger was brewing inside her.

“Dumb little whore can’t talk? Probably don’t have anything smart to say anyway. Fuck!” Her cunt clamped down on his cock as she came again. He was nearing the end of his rope, but he wanted to do one last thing before he filled his lover with cum. Flipping them over, Kakashi cursed at the sight in his lap. His fingers continued to fill Asumi’s mouth while his other hand cupped her ass to get things started. “ Daddy’s so close, baby. I need you to ride me like a good girl.”

“Yeshh sir” at his nod, Asumi began bouncing on his lap with wild abandon. her tongue pushed his fingers out to allow her to speak. “Kashi, feel so good.”

“I know, Sumi. You feel so good riding my cock. You gonna cum for your daddy like a good whore?”

His wet fingers trailed down her neck as she babbled nonsense about how amazing she felt, his attention drawn to her heavy breasts bouncing in front of his face. Pinching one, he groaned as she stopped mid-sentence to squeeze his flesh once more. Her hips stalled as she came. He could feel her juices slide down his base to his tightening balls. He was close.