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

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

Let Me Teach You (Sukuna x Black!Reader)

Note: I might make the whole "Yuuji and your black fam" a series

Also, the "re-nigga" thing is actually something my step-dad has said

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You walked into your boyfriend's dorm, holding a deck of cards. You were hoping to teach him how to play-

"Hey, cutie."

You looked at by on the bed, but the markings on the face tipped you off. Sukuna was in control now. You sighed and moved towards him.

"Hey, Sukuna."

"Sup (Y/N). Why'd you come into the brat's room?"

"Wanted to teach him something. How'd you take over?"

"Easier when he's asleep. What'd you want to teach him?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Cause I'm bored. Also, if I leave this room, I will be attacked by at least three sorcerers."

You nodded and sighed, "I was gonna teach My Little Curse how to play Spades. My family plays it a lot."

Sukuna made a face when you called Yuuji "My Little Curse" and he tilted his head from side-to-side, "What's Spades?"

"A card game. It's popular among black people, especially my family. He was gonna visit soon and my family mentioned they wanted to see him play."

Sukuna nodded slowly, "...You could teach me."

"Huh?"

"You could teach me how to play this Spades game? I've got nothing to do. So, what do you say, Cutie?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Yeah. Sure."

He gave you his signature creepy smile.

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"How the fuck do you keep winning?"

"It's cause you can't play your cards right, My Big Curse."

"Big Curse?"

"Cause you're an actual curse."

He huffed, "Whatever."

You smiled at him, "This time, hold your hand down."

You dealt the cards and made him hold the cards down. You ordered them by suit and highest to lowest in each suit

"Alright, you start."

Sukuna played his ace of hearts, and made you play your 5 of hearts. Sukuna nodded and took the book, before playing his ace of clubs. You had to play you 6 of clubs.

"So, what do you play next?"

"My... King of clubs!" He slammed the card down, and you followed with a 10. He cackled and continued with the suit. However, after two more rounds of playing clubs proved to be a mistake. When he played his fifth club, you cut him with the 5 of spades.

"What?!" He was dumbfounded when he saw you take the book.

"Spades trumps all, Suku~"

He growled and the game went on, adding another win under your belt.

"Damn it all! I am the King Of Curses for fuck's sake! I shouldn't be losing!"

"Here, let me show you how to win."

"Now we're talking, cutie."

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"Are you ready for this, Yuuji?"

"The brat passed out on his way here."

You turned to see the markings that made Sukuna's face. He had a bit of a smirk on his face and his eyes were kind.

"Dammit! Why?!"

"He doesn't really understand the rules and such. He doesn't want to embarrass himself."

You sighed, "You know how to play, right?"

"I know how to win, cutie."

"Good. Let's go win."

You opened the door and smiled at your little brothers. You greeted them and picked up the youngest one. You spoke to him in baby talk and Sukuna turned to the older one.

"Your name?"

"Aren."

"Aren?"

"Yeah."

"How old are you, Aren?" Sukuna bent down to him.

"I'm 8."

"8? That's big."

"I'm a big boy!"

"Yeah, you are."

Sukuna had the want to dig his nails into his neck and watch the blood pour out of him before going after the other one.

The want

The need

The desire.

Sukuna took a deep breath in before standing. He followed you down the hall, and saw your parents sitting down at his table.

"Mom, dad, you remember Yuuji."

"Hey man! You got some tattoos?" Your dad shook his hand

Sukuna realized he didn't have the ability to hide the markings on his face and he cursed to himself.

"Uh... I was messing around in class today and drew on my face." He chuckled, "I get bored easily, yeah."

You let out a breath and sat down, with Sukuna following. You mom shuffled the cards and you cut them, and your boyfriend's curse was dealt the first card.

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"Sweetheart..." Your mom pulled your arm away behind a corner, "Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend knew how to kick our asses?"

"Because why would I tell you?"

You mom frowned and you laughed at her face.

"You're a damn good player, boy."

"Thank you sir. You're not too bad either."

"If we play again, you'll have to watch out for me."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna be the re-nigga-"

You jumped up and grabbed your boyfriend's arm, "Well, Yuuji needs to head back to school, right, baby?"

"Uh, yeah... bye sir, bye ma'am. It was nice to see you two again."

He waved at them, and you two left.

"Uh... what was your dad talking about?"

"Just.. my dad being my dad."

He nodded and glanced at you. You were looking down at your phone, and he sighed to himself. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before looking away, his face red.

"Sukuna..?"

"Y-Yuuji's taking back over."

"Oh, Yuuji~!"

Yuuji took over his body and smiled at you, "Hey.. wait, did Sukuna-"

"He kick my parents' asses! It's fine. C'mon, let's go."

You took your hand and continued walking to the train station.

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@solar3lunar @spike-this-ass

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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Brainstorming ideas for my naruto fan fiction and thinking about killing off choji and the domino effect that would cause

Cowboy Gojo HCs

It started off as a random thought but woo, baby! Look at us now. Yes, I am procrastinating. Yes, exams are kicking my ass and I need validation from the internet. And what about it?

You might think his horse is a fancy thoroughbred/ Arabian horse. best of the best. No

He found a stallion and bonded with that hoe like in the movie Spirit

Can this nigga ride bareback? Yes. But he hates it.

On the trail with Nanami taking their cows to the stockyard for slaughter/trade. Nanami wants to be a lone cowboy so bad but Gojo is sticking by his man

Gojo 100% has a favorite dairy cow he talks to all the time

OK BUT BANDIT SUKUNA *deep breath* no, lemme stop this is about Gojo

But-

He knows so many songs to sing on the trail

He's giving me alligator skin boots vibe

He would look so dumb horseback riding with a blindfold so instead, he has his hat angled to hide his eyes.

Hates moonshine. Hates it. Finds it repulsive

100% fighting in bars and turning around to dance with somebody's girl

His family wants him to race in the derby, nope. He's racing with his lil barely tamed stallion in dirt alleys with strangers he just met.

Gojo with a sawed-off shotgun? Yes. 1000% some shit he would do.

back to bandit Sukuna tho-

all I do is listen to music and think about my silly little fictional people