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"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.”

"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?

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.

"Might As Well, Right?"

Well Darlin, look at us now. A continuation of "Trust Me? You Stole Me?" I'm having so much fun writing this, slowly piecing the past together. Enough of me.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Black!fem!OC/reader

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Hints of Abuse/Manipulation. (closest I can get to expressing what's going on. I'm not trying to be pretentious, I literally can't bc I don't know where this story is going either. Something isn't right, is what I'm saying)

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In the time she’s been there, Dove has never seen a guest visit the manor in the daytime. Sometimes when he had a gala to host or bigwig to impress, Bruce would open the gates to outsiders. Only at night, though. And never for any time longer than three hours. Those were the nights she hated the most. Bruce would bring up the evening in question two days before it was scheduled to take place, usually while they ate breakfast, and ask her what she wanted to do.

He was kind enough to offer two options. One, be his date and hang off his arm all night with the chance to socialize with people other than him and Alfred. Or two, hide in a windowless room with tv or a stack of books to keep her company while he entertained his guests on his lonesome. Dove found both options to be unpleasant.

The prospect of socializing with outsiders always felt tainted with the knowledge of who she would socializing with. Other rich people that, like Bruce, were out of touch with reality. Those were the type of people that could look her in the eye and not feel a sliver of concern.

She knew if she asked, her jailer would dress her in the finest jewels and silks. He would think Dove had begun to lean into the life he wanted to have with her. She made that mistake before. And there were few experiences more infantizing than being put in a room while Bruce hosts, with Alfred checking in on her every hour on the hour.

The new man placed across from her, on Bruce’s left side, presented a third option.

“A carnival?” This new man, closer to her age than Bruce’s, didn’t falter or pause cutting his food up while looking her in the eyes. She held eye contact and when he showed no sign of breaking it first, Dove cut her eyes to Bruce. Acrylic nails ‘clicked’ against the glass cup as the woman picked it up to take a drink. “I’m surprised you trust me enough to let me out of your sight.”

“Dick’s almost as good as me. But if you disagree, you’re more than welcome to attend the party as my date.” Dick smirked at her, daring her to take the invite to the party instead of the golden opportunity to escape her reality for a night with him. Pushing a fallen braid out of her face, Dove looked at the pair. Alfred was in the kitchen a couple of feet away, cleaning up after cooking their breakfast. These men at the table with her continued their meal, unconcerned with the fact that she stopped eating. “Or stay in the room and watch tv. You’re a couple of episodes behind that competition show you showed me, right?”

“The carnival,” Dove started, her fork moving again as she began picking at her food. She wanted to ask who this man was but refrained. What would it matter in the long run, she wondered. Clearly, this ‘Dick’ knew who Bruce was and what he did, both at night in the streets and to her.

“If it makes you feel better, my date will be there and would love a normal friendship with a girl around her age. Also, you probably won’t get another chance like this for a while. Might as well right?” Her nails thrummed against the table as Dove thought. Was she that desperate for outside contact that she’d settle for a trip to the carnival with two strangers that knew her situation and didn’t care?

“Sure." Brown eyes caught the action of Bruce readjusting the grip he had on his utensil. Still, she pressed on. "When’s the next time I’ll get to eat questionable junk food like a deep-fried triple-battered butter smothered double stuffed oreo?” It was then Alfred appeared at her side, his sixth sense about her empty plate right as always. He placed a gloved hand over her tapping fingers and looked deep into her eyes.

“Please. Don’t.”

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“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Bruce said while watching jittery hands apply makeup to an awfully eager face. As much as he wanted to ask her to tone down her makeup, the light in her eyes made him refrain. It’s been a while since his caged bird has looked this excited. Not even the trip to Dubai, before it got ruined, caused such a reaction. It broke his heart to stay home and host the gala while she would be outside the manor tasting the small bit of freedom granted to her.

“No, Dick said tonight would be the last day the Hex Girls would be in town. I’ve been a fan for years! This’ll be my first time seeing them live.” Dove murmured, careful to stay absolutely still as she applied her eyeliner.

While she was genuinely excited to see her favorite band and be outside with normal people for the first time in months, Dove felt a second rush of excitement at the thought of being away from Bruce. She warred with herself after that breakfast, worried about her mental state if she leaned into this outing. As much as she wanted to hold back, her mind has already tricked itself into believing the couple she was going out with were friends instead of babysitters.

Steel eyes watched facial features be redrawn and colored to perfection, slowly he watched the woman he was infatuated with, return to her former glory. She smacked her lips three times to ensure the gloss had been evenly distributed before turning to look at him.

“How do I look?”

“Breathtaking.” Dove could feel her cheeks warm. Bruce doesn’t lie. He tricks and misleads until his opponent was too confused to move, but he wouldn’t lie. A compliment from her captor shouldn’t make her heartbeat any faster, and yet the muscle hammered away due to his honeyed words. “Maybe I’ll take you out next.”

“Maybe…”

“Would you like that?” She didn’t answer his question, but the billionaire paid no mind to that. He’d give anything to have her on his arm all night instead of out with his former sidekick. Canceling the outing would only strengthen the discontent in her heart. That would be spitting on the progress they’d made recently. Dove no longer scowled at him when he hugged her before he left the manor. Bruce had no desire to go back to how things were. “Dick should be arriving soon. We can wait downstairs.”

“What about your party? It starts in an hour, you should be getting ready.” The trail of perfume she left in her wake scrambled his mind with ease as she slid past him to grab her jacket on the bed.

“I don’t take that long to get ready. This is fine.” Together they strolled down the hall until the stairs started. The plaid skirt flounced with every step-down Dove took, something Bruce found hard to ignore. It wasn’t obscenely short, so saying something about it would only sour her evening before it began.

“Mistress Dove, that is a lovely outfit you have on.” Bruce could tell by the way Alred sucked in air that the woman in front of him had graced the butler with a rare smile.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“Though, I’m not sure if that jacket will keep you warm in the autumn weather. Might I suggest taking Master Bruce’s casual jacket?” Gloved hands waved the article of clothing as an option just as Dove and her shadow reached the last step. “The oversized look is currently in trend right now.”

Dove merely hummed. Bruce crossed his muscled arms over his chest and watched her, not reacting when the security system alerted the presence of Dick on his doorstep. The large door groaned as it swung open, followed by the sound of two pairs of footsteps headed to the main den.

“What are you all standing around for? You ready to go?” Dick asked with hand clasped in his companion’s grip.

Bruce has only met Koriand’r a few times before now. Each time, the alien princess looked more and more assimilated into earth culture. Tonight, it appeared she successfully convinced Dick into wearing matching outfits.

“Hello, I am Kori,” The girls were quick to acquaint themselves with one another, giving the men time to talk before the three young adults left.

“Have her back by one. Not a minute late.” Dick scoffed and looked at the girls.

“Scared she won’t want to come back to you, old man?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Carnival closes at midnight anyway. Might get some food afterward, I’ll have her keep you updated.”

“Right,” Bruce pulled a phone out of his pocket and tossed it to his former sidekick. “Here. Add your number to it.” Dick complied without a word, though he couldn’t help but give his mentor a judgemental glance.

“Dove,” The women paused as the gruff man called to one of them. Dick watched with amazement as Dove walked over to them. It appears she had been taught the name recall command.

“Yes?” her voice came out timidly as if she was a child at risk of being forced to stay home.

"I updated your phone, My number, Alfred's, and the house's are all..." Bruce led them a few steps back and Dick lost his ability to keep up with the conversation. He walked over to his date and clasped her hand, and the two waited for Bruce to set his bird free for the night.

“Don’t let him work you too hard, Alfred.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Master Dick. I’m happy to let you know I’ve been taking pilates to strengthen my core.” Kori laughed at the perceived joke, but Dick didn’t put it past the old man to actually begin pilates.

“I’m ready,” Dove announced. She had ditched her jacket for Bruce’s, the sheer size of it covered her thighs more than the skirt did. Her brown eyes looked troubled, and her shoulders were tensed to high heavens. Whatever Bruce did had the woman on the verge of issuing a rain-check

Alfred stepped away for a second at returned with a miniature backpack. Dove nodded her thanks and slipped her phone into the front pocket of the jacket while taking the offered accessory.

“1 o’clock, Dick.” The only response to the reminder was a half-assed wave while the girls clutched the other’s hand. Bruce resisted the urge to call the whole night off, his event included, to fix his error. Instead, the two men watched the trio of twenty-somethings pile into Dick’s car and speed out the driveway of Wayne Manor.

“Sir-”

“I’m going to get ready, Alfred. I’ll be down before the guests arrive.” Back up the stairs, Gotham’s golden prince went. His steps pressed harder on the steps than Alfred thought was necessary.

“Of Course Sir.”

"Your Mission Isn't Over."

Break the damn, expect a flood. Another reject piece from my first draft story. Rereading this, it's not as bad as I remembered.

Background: Early days Team 7 & Asumi(my OC) coming home after a mission. Sasuke just roasted Sakura.

Rating: PG/E for Everyone

Warning: Hinted strained relationship. Diet Hurt/Comfort.

“After a mission, the protocol is to drop off the mission report. Since I’m the leader, the duty would fall on me. But since this is your first mission, I think it's best to bring you all along to show you how it's done. Unless of course, you have plans.” The one-eyed shinobi looked at the only girl on his team with consideration. “Sakura, if you have plans with your family it's okay to leave now.”

“I...uh,” Sakura glanced at her crush who just shat on her feelings before looking at her sensei. His singular eye seemed to analyze her emotions. Next to her Naruto was already deeply inhaling the smell of ramen wafting down the streets. “Yes, I think I'll go home, sensei.”

Not surprised, the jonin nodded and reminded his pink-haired pupil what time they would be training tomorrow. The two boys followed Kakashi as he jumped to the roofs to the Hokage office. Sakura watched the departure before turning to head to her house, only to collide with an unsuspecting pedestrian. Great, just my luck. Sakura opened her mouth to apologize but the words died on her tongue at who she bumped into.

“Sarutobi-san.”

“Sakura.” Asumi’s tone held no previous hint of friendliness to her. Sakura fought to not grimace in the kunoichi’s face. Asumi’s expression was blank, more aloof than Kakashi and her eyes felt colder than Sasuke’s. She looks like an angel of death ready to reap my soul. With fear suddenly running through her veins, the young genin missed her senior speaking to her. Only when a single blue brow raised and brown eyes squinted did Sakura jumpstart.

“Sorry?”

“I said, where are you headed? I thought I heard your Kakashi-sensei say something about a mission report.”

“I.. uh yes, he did. But my parents, they are making uh, they’re making dinner and would be-"

“Angry if you were late?”

“Yes,” realizing what she said, Sakura's eyes widened before correcting herself. “No, I mean no, not angry. Just, uhm… sad?”

“Sad? Is that right?” When the young kunoichi nodded, the elder turned and walked in the direction of the Hokage building. Thinking they were done, Sakura turned in the opposite direction to continue her journey home. Man, I’m totally going to be late now. What was all the fuss about? That conversation, more like an interrogation, felt pointless.

“Sakura? Where are you going? Your mission isn't over.” Asumi called behind her, though she didn’t stop her walk, each step now holding purpose. Sakura stopped in her tracks. Her mission wasn’t over? What did that mean?

“Really Sakura, you can't be a good shinobi if you don't finish your mission to the very end. If you really needed to go home, I would understand. But,” Asumi stopped and turned to look at Naruto's crush. Her junior's stance and overall demeanor screamed insecurity. The noise and movement around them didn't stop but for that moment where Sakura’s ears strained to hear what the jonin would say next, it felt like time stopped.

“Your parents are no longer your highest authority. Not even the Hokage. The village you promised to protect is who you must answer to. If you feel like your mother and father won’t understand why you can’t make every dinner, then that requires a different discussion. The point is, you are a shinobi of the now. Not only that but this is your first mission. Personally, I think you should go to your team.”

Asumi sighed when the girl only stood there. Sensei she was not, Asumi mused. How does she get Sakura to understand what she was trying to say? The fact is once you get that headband, you’re basically an independent. Civilian households struggle with grasping that concept. Even genin, fresh graduates from the academy, receive payment to serve so with that, there needs to be a readjustment to the rules at home. The bluenette doesn't want Sakura to be disrespectful to her parents, but she needs to realize she herself is doing something that her parents have no control over. It’s not them that gets tossed into war and bloodshed.

“You're right, Sarutobi-san.” Slight shock flickered on bronze features before a big smile broke out. Sakura might not completely understand yet, but Asumi decided that they could continue to converse on the way to the Hokage building.

"I Think You Should Step Up And Call It Animal Abuse."

One of my favorite snippets from my 1st draft. Honestly, might rewrite it and work it into the new plot.

Background: Honestly, I think it's better without context. Guess I should let yall know Asumi is not black, but she is a colored. As in, she's the same color as Asuma and Hiruzen.

Rating: PG/E for everyone

Warning: None. Cute shit.

“That's fine, seeyouthenAsumi.” He jumped out the window. Oh dear, what has Asumi done to him? The door had been closer and yet he dove face-first out the building. Luckily, he is good at his job so he lands without a hair out of place.

Asumi and Hiruzen peer out the window at the retreating silver-haired figure. When he goes beyond their vision both Sarutobi turn and look at each other.

“So, anyway. Here is the response from the kazekage.” As much as Asumi wants to discuss what just happened, it's best to get work out the way first. Sadly her uncle didn’t get the memo.

“I’ve known Kakashi Hatake for a very long and I don't think I’ve ever seen him so..” the third trails off trying to find the right description.

“Flustered?”

“Hmm, that's not quite the word but yes, flustered.” Hiruzen leans back in his chair to look at his niece. A mischievous glint in her eye shone for a brief moment, immediately putting the Hokage in distress. The same look her mother had before doing something reckless, dear Kami help us.

“Well, anyways. The scroll.”

“Yes, yes put it here and go to the financial office for payment.”

“Sure thing, Uncle. Well, I guess-

“Oh no, no no, no. Sit down, young lady. We need to have a conversation about whatever is going on between you and Kakashi.” The noble and honorable third Hokage is just an old man that lives for gossip, Asumi thinks before plopping down in a chair that's not nearly as comfortable as the one her uncle sits in.

“UNCLE! There is nothing to talk about.”

“He jumped out the window, Asumi. I didn't get this old by ignoring changes in my village personnel.” Hiruzen speaks calmly while his niece groans loudly and twists around in her chair to show her discontent for this discussion.

“I’ve only interacted with him twice. And one was today on the way here.”

“The other?” Hiruzen, you gossip whore.

“I dropped off food for Naruto and his team was still there.” The faintest blush appears from this inquisition.

“Maybe I should ask Asuma what is-

“No, this is probably nothing. Kakashi hasn’t seen me for twelve years so he’s just surprised I'm competent enough to do my job.

“Stop interrupting me before I make you find that Tora cat for the next 3 weeks.” Hiruzen speaks absentmindedly, already devoting his mind to a plan to get the two young adults together. Asuma is with Kurenai even though his son would deny it to his grave. So, the lord Hokage ponders, it was time to find Asumi someone.

“At this point, I think you should step up and call it animal abuse.”

“Asumi-”

“Can I go now? I have a bottle of sake calling my name.” Two sets of brown eyes stare each other down before the third Hokage relents and waves his hand to send his niece off.

“We’ll continue this later.”

“Sure, sure. See ya!” Hiruzen watches her leave through the door and when it slams closed he sighs in relief. I’m too old for this shit.

High Expectations

Something in my trash I decided to post here:

Gojo Satoru x fem!oc

Minors DNI•Rated R

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Squeezing me like that. But you can’t stop baby. Gotta ride daddy til I come, remember? Don’t disappoint me.” She took a minute to restart a steady rhythm up and down his dick. Gojo’s attention stayed on her glazed eyes. “Daddy doesn’t breed disappointments.”

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Slumber Party Podcast: Teaser | Full ☄️

Seventh Deadly Sin

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Lil Mama

Nail Salon

Cowboy Gojo

~SUKUNA

Series

The Race☄️

12 inch Tongue: Teaser | Part 1 | ☄️

One-shots

“What Morals?” ☄️

More of This ☄️

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Corsets

Hugs💫

🌎Naruto

~ My Favorite Constellation 🌙

Birds of a Feather

“Your Mission Isn’t Over”

“Step Up and Call It Animal Abuse”

~ Kakashi

One-shots

Yeshh Sir☄️

Headcanons

Not Yet.

🌎DC COMICS

~ Batman

Series

We Flock Together

W.F.T. Snippets: Lovely | Jail

One-shots

Not Yet.

Headcanons

Not Yet.

🌎My Hero Academia

~AIZAWA SHOUTA

One-shots

Patchwork Quilt of Clouds 💫

Headcanons

Random HCs💫

~HAWKS

One-shots

Not Yet.

Headcanons

Not Yet.

🌎Attack on Titan

~LEVI

One-shots

Why Not You?

Bubblegum

Boss☄️

Headcanons

Not Yet.

🌍Haikyu

~UKAI KEISHIN

One-shots

Mini-twists

🌎Outta Orbit

(fics here are unspecified fandom)

Cream on the Inside, Clean on the Outside☄️

Didn’t find the junk you were looking for? Check Next Shipment to see what's coming to the into orbit soon

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Reject piece of a Sukuna x fem!OC one-shot I was working on.

Rating: R | MINORS DNI

Warnings: possessiveness and hints of a god complex

Her tongue longed to lag out her jaw, and let go of all reservations. Her arms were immobile behind her back in a tight grip of his hand, she could do nothing to take control except bounce her ass against his hips to impale him deeper into her heat. The sound of her cunt was explicit. Each gush showed how desperate she was for him.

“You’re at my mercy.” At his words, he gripped her hip and forced her to stop moving before pushing her to lay flat on her stomach. “Everything you want is in my power to give and take.

“Yes, please.”She moaned absentmindedly. She didn’t care if he was on some power trip as long as he didn’t stop fucking her.

“You like that? Being at my mercy? In my control. Mine?”

“YES!” Her voice squeaked. Her body was already sensitive from the orgasm she had not even five minutes ago, and she could feel her muscles bear down in preparation for another one.

“Think carefully of what you’re saying, woman. This isn’t your village anymore. Don’t agree to me claiming you if you don’t want to wake up with my cock stuffing this pretty pussy of yours whenever I want.” The king of curses didn’t know why he was saying all this. He couldn’t stop the burning need inside of him to say it and voice desires he didn’t even know he had. Beneath him, his lover keened, mind fogged with something stronger than lust as she allowed him to stake claim to her body.

“Yes, please! M’yours.” she could hear herself say. His cock thumped against her back wall and her muscles spasmed as her climax drew closer. It's been a while she’s been fucked like this. She found herself eager to agree to whatever he said as long as he kept going. Bunny wished for a mirror so she could see what they looked like together and vowed to get one as soon as possible.

“Sucha pretty girl,” The sight of her made his loins burn with a hot need to fill her with his cum. He wanted to watch their combined juices spill from her spent cunt as she laid there, exhausted from being fucked like an animal.

“Close. Sukuna, I’m gonna cum, make me cum. Please, baby.”

“Huh, I’ll make you cum ‘til you see stars, Bunny. Just keep taking me just like this.”

"Why Not You?"

Kinda like this, kinda don't. I'm posting regardless.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Black!fem!OC (can be platonic or romantic)

Warning: Cursing. Mentions of death. Acceptance of the void. Vague end of the world talk.

Finding a quiet place to rest was harder than Tiny thought it would be. Her juniors ran back and forth, calling out to each other and drunk off cheap booze. Envy filled her bones every time she saw someone holding hands or dragging someone along before she released that feeling. It’s not their fault. It wasn’t her fault. Life just worked like that.

Tiny stumbled into the corner by accident. Broken bottles and wet newspaper on cobblestone streets made it difficult for her boots to find traction. The corner looked as good as a resting spot as any other. The thickness of her green cloak kept her body heat from seeping into the cold bricks against her back. Tiny sighed. Tomorrow would soon arrive. And with it, her highly probable demise. There was a chance that humanity might survive. That she may survive. But she didn’t like getting her hopes up, it hurt too much to proved wrong and fucked over.

Hope is how she ended up in this bullshit.

Taking a swig from a flask she kept on her, the woman reveled in the burn traveling down her throat. Alcohol has never tasted better, in her opinion, than right now in a dingy corner, waiting for the world to cave in.

“Should have known you’d find somewhere to drink yourself to death.” The words only encouraged Tiny to take another gulp, droplets escaping by the corner of her lips and trailing down her chin. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Hello to you too, Levi. How nice of you to check on me.” Her words were like her blades, dull and easy to ignore. Levi stared her down with a blank face. “Were you lonely? Too old to hang with the youngins so you had to find the nearest person with arthritis?”

Levi only leaned against the wall next to her, snatching her flask with his honed muscles and dumping it on the wet cobblestone.

“Little bitch.” Tiny muttered. Her eyes already had a glassy look to them, making her look otherworldly to Levi with the way her pupils seemed to absorb the moonlight. Clumsy footsteps passed the pair in the open streets, the sound of youth and chaos bouncing off the stone buildings. “If I can’t drink now, when can I?”

“After we survive.”

“If we survive.” Soft lips corrected. “Tomorrow’s not promised. I should be able to drink myself to death before then.” Tiny reached up and yanked the ribbon holding her hair in a bun out, freeing her thick hair. “I deserve that much.”

“You’re an idiot.” More footsteps passed by. The silence of their corner felt out of place in a place like this, on a night like this. People were in the streets, shouting and jeering. Parents of young children had already shut their doors for the night and blew out the lanterns outside their homes. Levi imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by a family on a night like this.

“Well, I’m still thirsty. Let's go to the kitchen and make some tea.” He snapped out of his wondering by the movement of the woman next to him. A brown hand clasped onto his forearm tight, dragging him out into the busy street. His gaze stayed on the curly-haired woman in front of him, carving a path through chaos, unknowingly bringing up old memories of her on the battlefield, doing the same thing.

They arrived at the communal kitchen and found it ransacked. Cabinets and drawers were left wide open and empty, food packages littered counter space, and covered wooden floors. Levi scrunched his nose at the mess, already turning to the door to berate his juniors.

“Let it go,” Tiny ordered him, not caring one way or the other if he listened to her. Her boots kicked away debris as she glided to the one untouched spot in the kitchen. “No one touched your tea. Even on the last day of earth, no one was brave enough to touch your shit.”

“I’m honored.” Tiny hummed, calloused fingers busy picking out the leaves she wanted to steep. Levi shoved her out the way, her thighs collided with open cabinet doors. The curse she let out didn’t bother the short man. “Don’t touch my shit. Sit down or something.”

Levi had prepared a pot in silence, bringing the kettle over to the table where she decided to sit. The cups didn’t match but Tiny didn’t care. Without tasting the beverage she drizzled honey into her cup. Levi sneered. They drank in silence.

Cold eyes stared the woman down. Her body was covered head to toe in uniform, but he could see through the fabric and view the healed wounds he knew she had. Her lips and eyebrow were the only visible flesh marred with scars. Even then, they were faint, caused by razor-sharp blades that didn’t dig too deep into her skin.

“Stop staring,” Tiny grumbled as she placed her empty cup down. “Unless you’re going to confess your undying love to me right before we die tomorrow, stop staring. It's weird.”

“Fine.” His eyes didn’t move and she didn’t mention it. Pouring another cup of tea, Tiny held the rim of her cup up to her mouth.

“You think I’m being dramatic?” He shook his head, and shifted his gaze to the door, on the other side ruckus was being made and property becoming destroyed.

“It’s more than likely we’ll die tomorrow, you’re preparing for that outcome.” Tiny cocked her head to the side, a dreary smile on her face.

“Why are you here, Levi? Why are you sitting with me? Hange, Erwin, those brats. You could be with them or by yourself. Why me? We haven’t spoken in months.”

“Why not you?” Tiny went back to drinking her tea, done with her questions. He didn’t react to the hand she placed on top of his, nor the tears rimming her eyes. In the candlelight, the dark green of their cloaks complimented her skin tone.

Tiny sipped her tea and reflected on her life. Her highs and lows. The people she’s lost trying to survive in their cruel reality. She believed she was ready to die, ready to embrace the end. Living felt exhausting, every day she woke up, Tiny prayed to the gods for a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep breathing. When she glanced at Levi, it felt like she had been given an answer.

“We should get some sleep. Old hags like us need all the rest we can get if we’re going to survive the apocalypse.” Levi agreed and rose out of his chair to clean the kettle and put away the dishes. He felt the eyes of Tiny stare him down as he moved. She made no hint to help. Just watched. When He put the last cup away, a hand was there to tug him along. Always tugging him, always leading him into the unknown.

They passed by occupied rooms, the sound of skin smacking together and false promises being made filling the silence. Tiny arrived at his door where she dug into his jacket pocket for the key. “We can sleep together. I know how cold you get. You’ve probably been shivering for the last few months without me.”

“Change your clothes. I don’t want city grime in my bed.” Tiny smirked and followed his request. Two bodies were wrapped in a blanket and smushed on the bed.

“Goodnight Levi, See you on the other side.” Her hand found his and her worry faded to the background. Not gone, just light enough to not weigh her down as she slept. She decided that she could die like this. In the bed with Levi, full of booze and tea.

“Night, Tiny” Their breathing slowed but the noise outside did not lessen. The two found peace in the night, accepting that whatever would happen, would happen regardless if they stayed up or laid down.

Then the world caved in.

"A Bit Drunk But Still Fine."

Part 3 of We Flock Together, my Bruce Wayne x Black!OC series. No long rambles, let's get this shit.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Black!fem!OC

Rating: T for teen

Warning: suggestive conversation, hinted nefarious magicians, hinted abuse, and Stockholm syndrome. Yandere Bruce Wayne

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The sound of stifled giggling chipped away at Bruce’s subconsciousness until sleeping in became a lost cause. The blinds blocked most of the morning light trying to brighten the room, but a small sliver made it through to land directly on his face. Next to him was his caged bird, cocooned in the blankets she insisted he kept on the bed now that winter would settle in any day. His vision went from bleary to focused when he noticed the restrained shake in her shoulders.

“What has you up early on a Sunday?” His rough voice traveled through the hills and valleys separating their bodies until it reached her pierced ears. Dove peered slightly to confirm his awakened state, only to turn away from the eye contact with a small gasp. “Hmm, Dove?”

The morning noise had been her acrylics typing loudly against the screen of her phone, followed by the sound of a message being sent. Whoever existed on the other side of the conversation responded within a minute and was the source of Dove’s amusement.

“Dove,” She looked back over to see Bruce inclined, held up by his thick forearms. “Who are you talking to?” She bit at her cheek, a nervous habit of hers that emerged after her first week in the manor. “I’m just curious.”

“Dick has been teaching Kori about memes and gifs, and now she won’t stop using them even though Dick asked her to calm down,” Her brown eyes snapped up to look at his reaction before continuing her sentence. “And I’ve been sending her new ones to use but Dick doesn’t know so now he’s demanding Kori to tell him where she keeps getting them from.”

“Wow.” The syllable left his lips without thought. He didn’t anticipate this outcome a month ago. Bruce couldn’t identify what the feeling building in his chest could be. The only thing he knew for certain was that she looked lovely with a smile so early in the morning. And he had an idea on how to make that expression last a little bit longer. “What’s a meme?”

Dove’s mouth shot off without hesitation, pulling her warm phone from under her cocoon to show example after example. Bruce chanced a lean, feigning it to see the screen better, and felt the warmth in him rise when she didn’t move in the opposite direction. Her lecture would be interrupted periodically with the notifications from the group chat. And every so often, when the conversation would lull and she looked close to getting up to start her Sunday, Bruce would ask another question to get his bird to chirp again.

Let the record show that Bruce Wayne, the aloof billionaire, and secret crimefighter, already knew what a meme was.

Only when Dove finally looked at the clock on her nightstand did the woman shuck the blankets off and get up from their shared bed to begin her routine. The warmth she left could not replace her actual body and the residual smells from her hair and body that had become infused with the silk sheets did not make up for the absence of the source.

Bruce joined her in the closet not long after she left, hopeful to continue what they started in the bed. “You make me feel so old sometimes.”

She huffed a laugh. His jokes have been landing more times than not recently. “I promise you, no old man looks like you do or does what you can.”

The sight of her brown skin being tinged with a deeper undertone of red made him preen. Ever since the carnival night that had Dick dragging Dove and Kori back to the manor, Bruce has noticed a difference. He noticed that night after the gala had ended and the house cleaned of all evidence of outsiders were once inside his home. Bruce met the trio in the foyer, eager to have his precious bird back in her cage. And his prize did not mind. She still did not mind. It was as if Dick brought home a new bird, a tamed bird, to his mentor.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings. There’s nothing wrong with being older.”

“You’re only in your thirties, Bruce. Besides,” Dressed in a simple set of sweats, Dove glided to his side of the closet and laid a hand upon his cheek. “I think older men are so sexy.”

Stormy eyes narrowed in suspicion. This was the first time in a long time she’d come on to him under her own sober will. There had been countless incidents since Dove began living with him, where the contents of her glass would be low but her libido high. Slowly, he wrapped his large limbs around her cinched waist. Already, he could feel his fingertips itch to trace her shape down to those wide hips he adored so much.

“Oh, is that so?” Dove nodded.

“Especially older men that are as strong as you, Bruce. I bet you can pick me up without breaking a sweat.” Pearly teeth became exposed to the cold morning air as Dove’s body was hoisted into the air before landing on the table in the middle of the room. Her sweats did little to cushion her landing, her lips parted to let out a short squeal.

“Anything else you want me to do to you?” Pale hands twisted the hem of her sweatshirt as the question sunk in. His focus was completely on her lips, though it did 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, Dove was letting him kiss and nip and suck at her plump lips to his heart’s content. Now, she moaned at every touch and sighed from every squeeze. Now, she embraced him like he’s always fantasized, pressing her body against his with excitement he could relate to.

Bruce groaned as her clothed legs, legs he knew were just as silky smooth as the rest of her, rose up and wrapped around his waist. He grabbed under a knee and yanked, pulling the rest of Dove with it, to rub his quickly hardening crotch against hers.

At the feel of him pressing into her, Dove broke the kiss but did little else to dissuade Mr. Wayne from turning his lips to her neck. “Oh, Bruce…”

“Yes?” The words seared itself to her skin. Dove could feel the fog surrounding them thicken. Bright yellow claws combed through Bruce’s unruly bed head, stopping right before his nape to gently pry the man off his dear bird.

“I’m sure Alfred is waiting for us with breakfast.” He conceded and backed away. Even though his heart and flesh begged him not to, Bruce knew logically it would be bad to keep going against her hint. If Dove wanted to slow down, he could do that. He would do that…

Dove was proved right ten minutes later. Alfred did have a generous display of breakfast food waiting on them. As well as coffee and infused water. Breakfast went down as a quiet affair, broken up by the unfinished war in the group chat Dove had masterminded.

“-telling them that there was no way I would allow our technology into the hands of some pompous overgrown manchild for a couple billion.” Dove nodded along as Bruce ranted, not at all understanding the situation but content to witness the stoic Bruce Wayne show some color for once.

“Who do they think they are?”

“Exactly what I was-” The conversation had been cut in by the sound of a call coming in on Dove’s phone. She pouted and looked away, knowing how both men felt about a phone at the dining table. “Its okay, answer it. I have to do some work in the cave, anyway.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly but she waited before Bruce had made his way to the discrete entrance of his cave before turning to look at her phone.

“Dove!” The excited alien princess called out. Her green eyes took in the setting of her friend’s location. “Are you at the table? I can later, I know that Mr. Wayne is not fond of outside communication during meals.”

“No, it’s okay. He said it was okay. What’s up?” Alfred’s mouth twitched while he cleaned up the used dishes and utensils. This was the girl Bruce raved about in the beginning. Talkative and full of life, not barbed and withdrawn like what he’s seen during her stay. The change in attitude breathed new life into the manor.

As the two chatted, Dove moved from the table to the den, where a roaring fire already awaited her. Down below, Bruce had become engaged in his own conversation. The computer in front of him had surveillance tapes from over a month ago rolling, the master detective watched with careful eyes for what he was looking for.

“Are you sure? Maybe she’s just had a change of heart since then. OR maybe-”

“No, something isn’t right.” The Dark knight admitted to his once sidekick. Dick Grayson sat on the other side of the line, listening to his mentor come up with theory over theory. “She’s...easier to deal with. Like she let go of all her rage.”

“So why are you upset over that? You finally get to cuddle up to the woman and the first thing you think is brainwashing?This is why you’ll never be happy.” dick mumbled out the last sentence, but they both knew it was heard by the paranoid billionaire.

“I got carried away. I should have investigated that carnival the minute she came home.”

“Why? She looked fine then. A bit drunk but still fine.”

“She hugged me and told me about her outing.”

“And that's not…”

“Normal? Coming from a woman like Dove who compared being here to being locked up in Arkham Asylum two days before the carnival? No. it wasn’t.” Bruce went silent which gave the opportunity for Dick to dwell on the entire situation. Ever since Bruce came home that night, talking non-stop about a woman he met, life has lost predictablitly. This woman changed something in Bruce, unleashed something that was better restrained.

“There. I see you all entering. Where did you go after stopping at the corndog stand?”

“HA! Kori loved those and ate so much she-” Dick paused to refocus. “We played a couple games, the girls were adamant about getting a bear or something, so we stayed there for a while.”

“And then?” Bruce prompted, his eyes never leaving the screen. While he had to constantly switch to a new camera, he could keep up with Dick’s recount. Coily hair blew in the wind in front of her face, but it didn't deter Dove from throwing another ring at the organized bottles. The dark knight couldn't find it in him to fight the wobble in his cheeks, his bird looked so happy.

“Then Dove wanted a turkey leg. Kori saw a stand near the motorcycle stunt cage. I ended up there somehow-” Bruce watched the interaction, there was no “somehow” about it. Without the sound, he could tell his former sidekick had made a bet with his date that involved the stunt cage. “I nailed it, of course, then the girls dragged me to some loony magician.”

“The magician? A tall woman with a green tent?”

“Actually, they were non-binary, Bruce.”

“ What did they do? I can’t get any footage from inside the tent.”

“Ah, you know? Basic shit. Pulled a rabbit out of their hat, guessed someone’s card. Dove went up with a group for them to do hypnosis-”

“She did what? What did they tell her to do?” Bruce resisted the urge to drag Dove down to the cave and interrogate her.

“Come on, calm down. It was basic shit. Quack like a duck, Slap yourself, Kori could tell you the rest of that. I got so bored I swear I almost went to sleep with my eyes open.”

Bruce watched in real time from the outside of the tent until the trio emerged, along with other patrons. At first glance, everything looked fine, but there was something peculiar about the gait of Dove. It’s like she was tipsy. “Did any of you drink before the magic show?”

“Uh, yea. Just a beer or two when we were playing games.” He scratched his chin and thought of another question.

“Did you-” Bruce paused when the sound of the door opening hit his eardrums. “Alfred? Is something wrong?”

Her Shadow stretched from the top of the cave to the base of the stairs, not far from where he stood. “I was wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me? Me and Kori got off the phone not that long ago and Alfred went to do the weekly shopping.”

“I…” Bruce looked at the entrance to find a glorious sight. Though she was completely clothed in unassuming sweats, Dove’s curves were on display for him to take in. He worried about how well he could pretend to watch a movie with a woman like her sitting next to him.

Shaking his head, the detective refocused. He had a mystery to solve. Dove was not herself. That woman up there looked and talked like her, but she would never be her.

“Bruce?” her voice echoed in the hallowed cave. He could see her head swivel, looking for him with those beautiful dark brown eyes of hers. As hard as she looked, Dove did not step into the cave, her feet stayed in place at the entrance, still on the hardwood floors. Good girl, he wanted to say.

“I gotta go.” He muttered out to Dick, ending the call before the last word left his mouth. He sped through the power down process then jetted up the stairs to see the mistress of the house. As much as he wanted to wrap his arms around her, show his happiness over her willingly seeking him out, Bruce had to correct his bird. Dove,”

“Yes?” She backed away slowly, nervous at the sight of his face. He had a certain look in his eye she knew spelled trouble for her.

“Hey, don’t back away, sweetheart.” Large steps closed the distance between them. Rough hands rubbed her covered shoulders in an effort to soothe the woman. "I just want to remind you how dangerous the cave is. You can’t pop in like you did, okay?”

“O-okay. I’m sorry.” This clearly wasn’t his Dove. She was so much easier, now. He shouldn’t be up here, the dark knight had a case to solve. But, her eyes looked so beautiful, filled with fear and hope at the same time.

He’s gone this long playing into the charade. What’s one more day, in the grand scheme of things? The batman could put in the hours later tonight, while his pet slept. And Bruce, he could pretend. For just a while longer, that this was normal. That Dove has learned to love him on her own.

That he finally won the long game.

Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her body closer to his, and suddenly they were back to the moment in the closet. Her eyes, as seductive as they were brown, stared into his. She wasn’t shaking, hasn’t shaken since that night. Pretty plump lips twitched.

This was normal.

Dove’s eyes stayed open when he leaned in to kiss her. His did too. Together they molded their lips to one another, waiting for the other to lower their lids and get lost in the moment. Dove went first, he followed suit.

He knew, eventually, the reason behind her behavior change would become uncovered. He knew the moment he fixed her -and he would because Bruce was a good guy and good guys don’t let their partners stay brainwashed- Dove would go back to being his untamed bird. He knew she would be in hysterics if she remembered what she had done. He knew, but Bruce did not care.

Breaking the kiss, He stroked her cheek until her eyes reopened. “What movie were you thinking about?”

Patchwork Quilt of Clouds

Comfort piece with one of my favorite comfort characters. Let me know if you guys want more Aizawa, might branch out to Hawks too. Just tell me what yall want to read

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Black!fem!OC. All my OC's have names that can be read as nicknames

Rating: PG, this is literal fluff and comfort

Warning: None.

Shouta found Cutie in their bed, with a literal mountain of pillows surrounding her. Pillows from their bed, the sofa, the guest room and pillows he’s never seen before, all fighting to say on their platform bed until some tethered on the edge. White, black, floral, funky designs and tacky sequined styled pillows painted a sight harsh on his eyes. And in the middle, a big black puff of wild kinky hair peeked out the sea of fabrics. Slowly Shouta put his scarf down on their dresser, then his goggles. With his boots by the door, next to hers, taking off his hero costume was a quick process.

During his disrobing, the erasure hero couldn't help but smirk to himself. Beside the bed, everything was cleaned; even the rug had vacuum tracks. She must have gotten fed up with his mess. Contrary to what students probably thought his home wasn't a dark cave with two pieces of furniture. Shouta was a thirty-year-old man. Of course, he had a coffee table and lamps, along with all the usual furnishings that would be found in adult housing. But despite his age and love for logic, he was a mess everywhere but his job. Before Cutie, he was shamelessly living like a raccoon. Logic be damned, working 2 jobs was tiring and cleaning wasn't a priority.

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized Cutie moved slightly to peer out at him to watch him dress down to his boxer briefs. Brown eyes filled with mirth met his before ducking down to hide in the sea of cotton. “What happened?”

“Oh thank heavens, a hero! Eraserhead, I've been attacked by a villain that attracts pillows. Save me.” Sometimes, she was almost as childish as his brats at school.

“Oh no, it appears I've also been attacked, but my villain makes their victims dangerously sleepy. Must. rest. Now.” His body collapsing into to fluffy void caused a couple of pillows to fall, but still, an obscene amount stayed put. Cutie watched from her spot as her boyfriend feigned fatal exhaustion. Her dark lips pulled into a large grin at how adorable Shouta looked surrounded by pillows, hair strewn in every direction. Playing with Shouta was like playing with a cat. Actually, her entire relationship with him could be compared to dating a cat. And she loved it.

“Thinking about me as a cat again? Really?”

“How-” a stem of catnip appeared right in front of Cutie, the bulb just starting to blossom with small flowers. Pale fingers held the piece haphazardly but behind the hand, a satisfied yet sleepy smile graced Shouta’s face.

“You can be predictable, Cutie.”

“All the time?”

“No, sometimes you're as unpredictable as a toddler. Ow, that really hurt,” his monotone voice lifted at the end when she tapped him on the forehead. Her hit caused a few more pillows to lose their balance and fall. “Exhibit A: the pillow mountain. I think I rest my case.”

“Really? Let the record show the jury looks unconvinced.”

“Objection, speculation.” Guffaws erupting from her short frame was her response. Eventually, it was quiet. Cutie felt the bed shift as her eyes closed. The weight of her partner pressed her body into the now hill of pillows. Then a cold nose nuzzled into her covered cleavage. After work and a shower, all the woman was wearing were sporty shorts and Shouta's sweatshirt.

“Sho!”

“You're warm. You can’t compare me to a cat and not expect me to do cat things.”

“But Sho-”

“Shh, just go to sleep.”

An hour before he had patrol, the hero rose from his position on his girlfriend. The pillow pillars that were there when he closed his eyes were still standing strong. Shouta released a deep sigh before getting up. Garbled words sounded from Cutie’s mouth, probably protest to him moving and taking his body heat away.

Ignoring that, Shouta went to the bathroom. Coming out he found his personal body pillow yawning and knocking down a few more pillows with her stretches. Now the floor around the bed looked like a patchwork quilt of clouds. Brown limbs popped out the remaining mess, freshly stretched, until her full figure emerged on the edge of the bed.

“This was so much easier in my head,” Cutie mumbled. Her hair wasn't that different than before, but Shouta knows she’ll be moaning over not covering it later. As he redressed, she finally tumbled out and walked out of the room. When his goggles settle under his scarf the nighttime hero exited their bedroom.

“I made soba.” a groan escaped his throat. “Just eat a little.”Before Shouta could groan again, brown eyes but quickly to glare at him, daring him to make a hint of protest. “You are not eating a jelly pack when I cooked and slaved over this hot stove to cook for my darling hero boyfriend. Sho I-”

Words kept spewing out her mouth but the black-haired male tuned her out. It would be easier to just consume a pack before his patrol, but his girlfriend was highly against more than two energy jellies a day. Cutie even said when she first moved to Japan the snacks were a complete shock to her. She believed jelly is not a substitution for a meal and her grandmother would ‘have her hide’ if she ate like he did. And thus, one of her first acts as his significant other was ensuring ‘proper nutrition.

“And I don't mean to nag but I just want you to be in the best shape possible to keep the streets safe and kick evil’s ass.”

“Okay, just a little.”

“You weren't even listening to me were you?”

“Nope. but I know somewhere in that speech you said something about caring, so… thanks.”

Cutie did nothing but flare her nose at this. While Shouta noticed, he felt it was best to make the bowls and not say anything. The kitchen was cozy, with only three chairs around the square table, all located in the nook by a window. After saying thanks, both of them began slurping down noddles, Cutie more than Shouta.

“You eat like a toddler.”

“You eat like a woman on a diet.”

“Hmm.” It was quiet after that. He finished before her, but before he could get up and leave, his darling girlfriend grasped his hand. Entwining their fingers, Cutie rose a single brow. Shouta squinted at his wristwatch before sighing and accepting he would be stuck here until the last possible minute.

“So needy.” Sometimes it was best to not acknowledge that fact about Cutie, like when she was already feeling guilty about constantly wanting his attention. But today, and on other days like this, when she had a smile brighter than the sun she could take that statement in stride.

“For you, my beloved, always.”

“Gross.” his expression didn’t match what he voiced, but he had an image to maintain. Not even Cutie can know how weak he is for mushy words. When she finished her food and put down her chopsticks, Cutie wasted no time grabbing his other hand.

“Shou….”

“Hgn...”

“Stay safe and kick ass.”A mischievous small smile danced briefly on his face. He squeezed her hand tight enough for her to curse before releasing them.

“Cutie..”

“Yes?”

“Clean those pillows up.”

Eyes on Me

My first official x reader fic! This is going to be a two or three-part story. This part feels pretty tame to the one coming after it. enough talk

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black! fem! reader

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, masturbation, fantasy, edging (kinda)

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There was something about you that drew him in. You weren’t the first sorceror from abroad, nor were your skills at slaying curses anything to be in awe over. The attitude you exuded, walking down the halls of his alma mater, reminded him of himself. Confident, just on the verge of cocky, paired with a quick mouth that’s shut him up a few times already. You aren’t the first to make him speechless. By all accounts, you were nothing special. He shouldn’t think of you as more than a fellow sorcerer, a coworker.

Then why for the life of him, was Satoru tugging on his cock with your image playing in his mind? His brain didn’t need to create a grand fantasy like it had to do with past lovers. The simple memory of you standing at the airport was more than enough to have him achingly hard with need.

The first time he met you had been at the airport, Satoru had been tasked with picking up the foreign sorcerer. Your hair had been piled up into a bun of long twists. The outfit you flew in had been casual. When you greeted him, in stilted Japanese you were clearly unsure of, it had been a sleepy hello. But when you shook hands-

Satoru grunted and released his flesh long enough to drizzle more lube on his hand, restarting the rhythm with a wet smacking noise. Your hand-

Your skin was buttery smooth. Soft, like you’ve never worked a day in your life. He wanted you to stroke his cheek with those hands. Wanted to feel those pretty brown hands trail over his body. Needed you to touch him just once.

“Fuck!” Satoru shouted your name, the soundwave bouncing around his otherwise quiet apartment. He was close. He could feel his balls draw up. Satoru just needed a bit more.

His phone began ringing right before he could cum. A line of curses left his mouth. Satoru could keep going. What could anyone do if the greatest sorcerer alive showed up a few minutes late? Through his white strands of hair, blue eyes looked at the device.

“Oh fuck yes,” Satoru moaned without thought. It was you. You were calling him while he was busy masturbating to the thought of you. Did you know? Would you be pissed if he answered, breathing heavy and unwilling to stop tugging his heavy cock. Would you like that? Would you be disgusted? “Oh shit, I- fuck!”

It didn’t help that the picture set as your contact picture was so provocative. You had to know the effect you had on him. Dressing like that, with so much of your silky smooth skin exposed for him to drink in.

In the haze of his lust, Satoru failed to notice the call stop. Only when the shrill of another call stimulated his ears, did he realize. You were calling him again. A whimper left his soft pink lips, his hand squeezed his cock harder than before. Were you that needy for him? Should he answer? Satoru bit his lip. His pace quickened, lube and precum providing the slick he needed. The call ended, but his phone lit up with another message. How sweet, you left a voicemail.

Before he could second guess himself, Satoru picked up his phone to listen. What did his pretty girl have to say? His groin felt painful because of how close he was to the tipping point. Was this the reason why he couldn’t bring himself to climax, was his flesh waiting to hear from you? Satoru prayed you would say his name, just once was all he needed, in the voicemail you recorded.

“Gojo-”

“Yes, baby! Say my name. Sucha a pretty girl, what a tease.” Satoru lost control of his body. Dirty words -words he yearned to whisper into your ear while you took his cock with your legs wrapped around him to keep him close- rolled off his pink tongue as he listened to the voicemail. He had no idea what you were talking about but your voice, just a dry and bored as the first time he heard it, worked him to frenzy.

“I’m gonna come-” Everything you said after that did not register. You were gonna cum? Is that why you tried calling him twice in a row? Were you doing the same thing he was, pleasuring yourself with a white-haired coworker in mind?

Satoru screwed his eyes shut. He could see it in his mind’s eye. Your head tossed back in ecstasy, your hands roaming all over your pretty brown skin. Your tits in the air presented to him like an offering. Dark drown nipple taut with arousal. He could feel his mouth water with drool. Those pretty thighs of yours were wide open to expose your dripping cunt. What a mess you made. Fingers buried are far as they could go. Desperately moving to chase the same high he was after.

The voicemail started over and that’s when Gojo Satoru lost it. Right when you said his name again.

“Gojo-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Your name fell left his mouth like a prayer. His hand squeezed his cock a few more times to imitate what he imagined your desperate pussy would feel like around him. Finally, thick ropes of his seed left his cock, the white mess painting his torso. Endorphins rushed throughout his system as he tried to catch his breath. That had been one of the most satisfying solos he’s had in a while. As he relaxed and enjoyed the aftermath of his climax, the voicemail continued to play.

“I’m gonna come over in about 15 minutes. If you weren’t such an ass I could have told you over the phone. Don’t keep me waiting outside again. See you soon.”

Satoru looked at the timestamp. Ten minutes had already gone by. He still had to shower and clean up this mess before you got there.

Oh fuck.

12 Inch Tongue

What is college really? Why are we alive? Why am I voluntarily stressing myself out? Bc, I am broke. Anyways this might be a new series, idk. If yall want me to continue it let me know.

As always it's Sukuna x Black!fem!OC. for all sukuna pieces I use the name Bunny, so If you see other sukuna fics on my blog, they are not connected unless otherwise stated.

Characters: Bunny (OC), Nobara, Megumi, Itadori. Sukuna is mentioned.

Rating: PG-13.

“Me and Nobora are gonna stop at this store real quick,” Bunny announced, brown hands already wrapped around her friend’s arm to separate the group of four into two. Nobara looked over at her friend in confusion, but Bunny refused to look her in the eyes. Rolling her light brown eyes, the sorcerer looked over to the other freshmen in her class.

“Yeah. You boys can go to the food court and gorge on chili cheese fries or whatever it is boys do.” Megumi and Itadori shared a long look between them before shrugging and walking away.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t take too long, guys.” And with that, the girls were left alone. Nobara wasted no time turning to her friend. Curiosity and impatience growing in her person. People passed by the duo in the mall, hiding them from view.

“What’s the deal?”

“I gotta...buy something-”

“Yes. We are at a mall. That’s what fiscally irresponsible college kids do.” Bunny shot her a look and waited for Nobara’s ruffled feathers to settle.

“It’s something personal, and I didn’t want the boys asking questions if I went alone so-”

“Wait, wait, wait…” the Japanese woman interrupted her one more time, gears in her head beginning to turn for an answer. Bunny looked away again, hope and fear clear as day in her eyes. Nobara didn’t have a quiet bone in her body. If she shouted out what Bunny thought she was thinking, not even her dark skin would save her from the embarrassment that would bloom on her face. “Are you saying you need to buy a dildo-”

“Shut up, Nobara! You don’t have to say it out loud.” Bunny grumbled, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Her body temperature had peaked through the roof.

“Oh, stop spazzing! It’s not that big a deal. It’s practically essential in every woman’s life. Let’s go.” Nobara continued her rambling about how disappointing men could be and why toys should be given to women by the government. Bunny quietly walked by her friend’s side, too frazzled to offer much to the conversation. It’s not that she was embarrassed or ashamed of deriving pleasure from toys, this was just something Bunny would rather keep private with as few people in the know as possible. Something that would have been impossible if she ordered anything online and sent it to the dorms.

Jujitsu Tech University had strict rules for students living on campus. Outside of packages from family or generic stores, all deliveries were scanned for possible curses or suspicious items. The toy Bunny had in mine checked one of those boxes.

They arrived at the store after a quick stop at a smoothie stand. Nobara took the lead, guiding her friend through the aisles to the desired section.

“Should I ask how you know where they place items? Or how you knew what shop I was even thinking about?” Bunny teased lightly. She couldn’t see it but Nobara smirked without giving an answer. Together the girls perused the aisle, pointing at anything that piqued their interest.

“What happened to the shy girl act?”

“I wasn’t shy! This is just something I’d like to not be public information. The boys don’t need to know what gets me off. Especially Itadori…” Though she whispered the last part, Nobara choking on her beverage let Bunny know that it was heard regardless.

“You like Itadori?” Bunny pushed her curly mane back to let the air conditioning hit her neck. She let out a quiet ‘no’ to Nobara’s disappointment. Brown eyes sparkled and a brown hand skimmed the packaging of the toy in front of her. It was massive, bigger than the toys she had in her home country. The realistic veins running down the side of the toy sent shivers down her spine. It was a strong contender. “So why did you say Itadori, then.”

“Well… if Itadori knows then...so will uhm, Sukuna.” Gods, let the floor open up and swallow Bunny whole. She moved on from the realistic dildo that caught her attention to the novelty toys.

“Sukuna? Evil 1,000-year-old Sukuna? Biggest Curse on the planet Sukuna? The sukuna with-” Nobara stopped her bombardment of questions to process who exactly Bunny talking about. She followed her friend’s gaze to a bumpy pink vibrator. “Oh, you nasty bitch. The Sukuna with the 12 inch tongue?”

Bunny froze. She could feel her heartbeat all the way down to her toes. Gratefulness sprang from her to her past self for picking a hairstyle big enough to hide her from Nobara’s eyesight. Robotically, brown hands picked up the vibrator and the other item that liked earlier and stiffly walked to the register.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m right aren’t I?” Her friend harassed her all the way to the front of the store where she paid for her items, paying no mind to the heckling. The pair left the store, a discreet bag in the hands of Bunny, to make their way back to the boys. “Okay I’ll stop. I’m not judging you! We like what we like, right?”

“You are so judging me. I can feel it. You have a very oppressive aura.” Bunny said.

“Okay, I am judging you,” Nobara grabbed the brown woman’s hand before she could let out a sound of victory. “But! I am also not judging you. Like, Do I get it? Hell no. But we all have weird kinks.”

Bunny felt oddly comforted by those words. She couldn’t think of anything to say back, so the girls walked in silence. They found the boys at the food court, their table filled with empty containers and trays. On Megumi’s side, he had organized his trash for easy disposal. The opposite could be said for Itadori.

Megumi looked at the girls and at the bag in his classmate’s hand as he stood up.

“Let’s go. We have a mission.”

3 Hours Before the Race

Rated R | Minors DNI

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“How fast do you think it’ll go?” Bunny asked from outside the vehicle. Her eyes scanned the body of the tricked-out car in front of her. She didn’t know shit about cars. Something that drove her boyfriend crazy every time he tried to explain how he altered the engine or debated about switching tires. All Bunny knew was that the car in front of her was a menace in the streets that’s damn near impossible to beat, much like its owner.

“Fast enough to kick Gojo’s stupid ass.” Red eyes didn’t look away from the task at hand. One last examination to make sure every piece of the machine had been secured in place. When he was satisfied he stood up straight and reached for the towel to clean his hands. “M’gonna leave him in the dust. Make him wish he never fucked with me.”

“I can’t wait. I love seeing you race.” Bunny admitted, but after how long they’ve been together, it wasn’t a secret. Still, Sukuna smirked at her and motioned for her to walk towards her. He slammed the hood down and picked his girlfriend up to sit on top of the blood-red car. “Yes? Did you need something?”

His red eyes undressed her. She always wore the skimpiest shit when she wasn’t at work. It made focusing on his car a difficult job to do. But there were still enough benefits to even out the consequences.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I can’t race a car I ain’t fucked you in.”

“I still think that’s bullshit. You’ve won in cars that didn’t have my cum soaked into the seats.”

“I lost the last race because I didn’t follow my ritual.” Bunny tossed her head back to laugh, pink butterfly locs swaying from the movement. He tugged on one to gain her attention, all the while his other hand began kneading her smooth brown thigh. “I’m serious.”

“You lost that race because that fucking organizer can’t see for shit. I saw you cross the line first but-” He interrupted her rant for a kiss. Her hands pulled on his black wife beater. Sukuna bit her lip and hissed when her sharp nails dug into his shoulders. Bunny pulled back to take off her shirt and looked at him with calculating eyes. “I guess there’s no harm in sticking to your stupid tradition.”

Sukuna let out a sharp laugh. She couldn’t resist him but refused to admit it. His large hands cupped her tits still covered by her bra, squeezing the flesh encased in fabric. Pinching through the layers, his red eyes focused on the way Bunny’s eyes fluttered from the pain and pleasure.

“C’mere” Bunny ordered, desperate to taste his lips again. His body fit so perfectly between her thighs, she almost moaned from the sight alone. “Gonna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

“I’m fucking you on the hood, the backseat, over the fucking console. I want this car to smell like nothing but your needy pussy when I win tonight.” She swooned at his words like he just finished performing a lovesick poem. His fingers unclasped her bra and freed her tits, peaks already beginning to harden from the cool air and arousal. “You’re my good luck charm. My little rabbit’s foot or whatever.”

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.” She squealed as he traced her covered slit. When Sukuna pressed over where her clit would be, her hips squirmed from stimulation. “Kuna…”

Next

2 Hours Before the Race:

Rated R | Minors DNI

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Sukuna’s hand had been tapping a steady rhythm on his girlfriend’s thigh on the way to tonight’s race. Her fingers fiddled with the knitting needles in her hand, her focus split between eyeing the muscles in his forearm every time he turned the wheel and turning the blue yarn by her feet into a cozy scarf.

Inside the blood-red car, the sound of the engine dominated all noise. Sukuna preferred it like this, the silence allows him to get in the right headspace to murder the competition. Bunny also took the silence to mentally prepare for the crowds and noise that came with illegal activities like street racing and being her man’s number one fan. A spot several people were dying to take.

Outside the car on the black asphalt, racers and fanatics crowded the street. The excitement was palpable, the all too familiar scent of burning rubber, gasoline, smoke, and booze infiltrated the car. Vehicles of all types lined up the street. Every color imaginable shined under the streetlights. She could see Gojo’s arctic blue specialized corvette, surrounded by his gaggle of groupies. A couple of cars down, revving like the monster its owner wanted it to be, was Mahito’s Frankenstein creation of a car.

Sukuna pulled up to his usual slot, the slot that everyone in the underworld knew to never steal, and backed in with ease. The couple looked through his illegally tinted windows, to everyone jeering for them to come out. Sukuna sucked his teeth.

“Ready Kuna?”

“Not yet, babe.” Bunny looked up from her project to find the driver’s seat reclined and said driver sporting a wolfish grin. “Let me get some more luck, little Bunny.” His girl scoffed but put her needles down. She wasn’t an exhibitionist like Sukuna was, mostly due to her occupation. Can’t have a local school librarian get caught being raunchy with her law-breaking boyfriend. Still, it never hurt to ask.

“You’re so insatiable. Like an incubus or sex demon, I swear.” Bunny said, tying her soft locs back into a ponytail. “I’ll never understand the audacity of men.” She grumbled while leaning over to unzip his pants. A hand, freshly wet with saliva, stroked Sukuna’s flesh from half-mast to fully stiff.

Before beginning, Bunny looked up at her boyfriend, finding his hungry red eyes take in their position. He looked at her like a predator does its prey; like how a wolf does to his bunny. Shivers ran down her arms. His eyes soften ever so slightly, so discreet anyone who didn’t know him like Bunny did, would have missed it.

“You’re so good for me, Bunny.”

“Whatever.” Bunny looked back down before he could see the uptick at the corners of her lips. She suckled at his tip before giving him another look. “You better scream my name so loud everyone outside can hear.”

“Make me.”

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Bubblegum

This isn't the direction I had in mind when I had the idea, but I kinda like it.

Pairing: Platonic Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC)

Rating: T for teen

Warnings: cursing, off screen violence

Navi is pinned

There was a girl that lived down the alley from him. Levi rarely saw her, but he knew she existed. He could hear her. Arguing with her customers, laughing with friends, cursing at the royals and high blood of their society for damning the unsavory population to live underground. Her boisterous voice carried through the deteriorating walls into his hideout. It ruined what little sleep he could get.

Levi had established himself in the underground as someone to avoid. His short stature parted crowds like a hot knife through butter. He didn’t have to stomp loudly to make others feel his large presence. Like the rats they were, the underground population scattered at the first sign of trouble.

Everyone but her.

This would be the fourth time in the year Levi had his fist banging on the rotting door of his neighbor’s. The softened wood disgusted him, but he couldn’t call the woman dirty since most wood down here had some form of rot in it.

“Levi… How can I be of service?” Her voice broadcasted clearly in the alley, an unachievable feat if she was behind the door talking. Jet black hair shifted back as he craned his neck up to look at the window. Half of the opening was boarded up with scraps from a pallet. His neighbor left a space big enough to showcase from her nose to her crossed arms under her covered chest. “Kinda busy. I still have a client with me.”

“It’s late. Keep it down.” He demanded. Plush lips pulled back into a smirk before her body turned. He could hear a conversation between her and her client.

“He can’t help it. Not everyone is as tough as you, sugar. Or as boring.” She ended her sentence with a pop from her bubblegum. Levi found it annoying. The chewing and blowing and popping she did with the candy caught in her incisors. Every flash of her teeth sparked a fire in him.

“Finish in the morning.”

“Sleep in the morning.”

“Tiny-” He huffed. It was pointless. She didn’t listen to anyone that didn’t pay her to. Even the customers she took weren’t guaranteed respect.

“You think I want to tattoo this thug’s chest in the middle of the night? You don’t think I’d rather be sleep, too?” A mumble came from behind Tiny, her client most likely defending himself. Levi didn’t know what she said to the thug, but when she turned back to the window her jaw resumed the movement.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping.

The worst had to be the smacking of her large lips when she sucked the gum back into her mouth to repeat the process.

“Point is, I need some money and he’s paying double because it’s late-” the sound of furniture sliding against the wooden floors interrupted Tiny. She popped her gum and held up her index finger at Levi, focusing now on the ruckus her client started. Levi resisted the urge to bang his head against the filthy cracked cobblestone. All this because he wanted to sleep.

“Yes, you are paying double. I said it when you got here. Don’t play stupid.”

...

“Pay me now, and leave. 10 silvers is worth what I’ve already done.”

...

“I don’t care If you don’t want to walk around with a half-did dragon on your chest. I’ll finish it when I get the rest of my money.” Levi’s tired eyes widened at the sound of more furniture moving and feet scuffling. Flesh connecting to flesh, grunts and curses unleashed, coated in venom.

The idea of helping his neighbor rolled around his mind for a moment, only for a body to burst through the rotted wooden scraps that once covered the window in the next.

Levi had grown used to the sound of bones breaking, he’s been a cause for quite a few. The noise emitted from a half-clothed body slapping against the wet streets of the underground, however, was new to his ears. The groans of the poor bastard were low and long.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Smacking. Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Smacking. Chewing. Chewing. Pause?

“Sorry bout all that, sugar. Guess you can go to sleep after all.” Tiny leaned against the window sill, her face visible with the firelight making a halo around her silhouette. From his viewpoint, her curls looked like a shapeless blob. Her gum had been tucked into her cheek, making her face asymmetrical.

Levi grunted. While this isn’t what he had in mind, the quietness he craved became a reality. His boots made little noise as he turned around to head back home. Her chewing did not resume.

“Before you go, Levi, be a dear and check if his pockets are empty.” Cold eyes met her mischievous ones. Her smile spoke what her lips contained. The silence would be temporary if he refused her request.

The thug only had two pockets, both empty, but it’s ingrained in everyone down here to never keep the coin in easy target spots like that. There, under the soles of his wretched and mangled shoes, Levi found 3 golds. The metal did not shine in a place as dark as the underground, but the clanging of the coins in his palm told Tiny all she needed to know.

Her descent to the first floor and wrenching the rotten door did not surprise him. Levi turned and looked square into her face. Her movements made little noise, but the chewing and blowing and popping and smacking of her gum grew closer as she approached him. Levi dropped the coins in her waiting palm without looking. The cool temperature of a lone coin registered in his mind.

“For your troubles. Sorry for the noise, sugar.” Levi scoffed but pocketed the coin. Tiny returned to her door quickly. The underground was still the underground, even at night in an alley with the ruthless Levi.

Levi had returned to his home and reclined on his bed, He was ready for sleep to overcome him, but all he could hear was that blasted gum. Behind his lids, all he saw was her lips and jaw working, flashing that stupid piece of candy.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Sucking. Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Blowing. Chewing-

Levi did not sleep that night.

Boss.

Inspired by: Just a neighbor by @ clumsy-jiminie.

Notes: There will be a prelude, ya'll know I like to work backwards. I haven't been inspired to write for so long, I'm so excited rn.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, cuckolding(?) cigarettes

The sound of mattress springs creaking and a woman’s moans reaching a crescendo is what greeted Rod Reiss home after a long day at the office. The kitchen light Tiny usually left above the dining table to spotlight his cold dinner was out, blanketing the room in darkness and the ominous smell of cooked pork. Placing his briefcase down in the foyer, Rod rubbed his crinkled hands along the side of his weary face.

Above him, the creaking of the mattress lost its rhythm as a man grunted his wife’s name over and over.

It’s been a long day.

Rod took his time, palming the wall for the light switch and removing the foil cover of his late dinner. The sound of cutlery connecting with the expensive white china Tiny insisted he buy in the first year of their union was the only noise breaking up the long stretches of silence. After ten minutes of filling his gut, the undeniable smell of tobacco wafted through the long halls of the house, intruding into every room and sinking into every crevice.

Tiny must be knocked out by now.

Heavy boots made no attempt to conceal the even-paced steps traveling down the spiral staircase, the scent of cheaply harvested tobacco drawing closer.

The muscles in his neck spasmed as Rod tried to suppress the instinct to cower. The presence of his wife’s lover will forever make his stomach turn.

“I thought I heard the door earlier.” If Levi picked up on the unease his presence brought in, he didn’t let it show. Rod watched the younger man with envy as he strutted around the kitchen, in the house his hard-earned money paid for, fiddling around the stocked jars and baskets for a post-coitus snack, cigarette hanging loosely between two fingers.

“Such a shame you weren’t here when she cooked it. Pork is always best served hot.”

The knife in his Rod’s hand nearly snapped from the tight hold it was under. For a second, Rod wondered what the utensil would look like submerged in the meat of Levi’s neck. Would the silver of the metal look as good as he imagined if it was stained red with blood instead of the clear juices from the cut of meat?

“I don’t think Tiny will have the energy to walk to your marriage bed tonight, I really wore her out. Which is good for you, she’s always in a better mode after a good fuck.” This time, Levi spared his employer a coy smile, one cheek puffed out to make room for the buttered roll he decided on.

The knife clanged against the porcelain, the plate could break for all Rod cared. His stomach recoiled and revolted, unable to take any more of this farce of a civil conversation. He knew the young man only did this to get under his skin, skin that should be thick after the past year. It didn’t matter.

His pride couldn’t take it. It couldn’t bear the sight of the lowlife miscreant in his house, eating his food, fucking his wife, and gloating in front of his face with the smell of dried sweat and arousal clinging to his lean frame.

As if sensing the older man’s increasing ire, Levi stuffed the remains of his snack in his mouth.

“Goodnight, boss.” His steps slapped against the marble floor, up the stairs until he reached the room where Tiny slept, blissfully unaware of the maelstrom she was at the center of.

Rod left the dirty plate in the sink and took his time going up the stairs, following the steps of his junior, pausing briefly before the doorframe of Tiny’s personal room. The entrance was wide open, allowing Rod’s tired blue eyes to take in the sight.

The ebony stands of Levi’s hair were clutched tightly between Tiny’s fingers as his head nuzzled into the crevice between her plush thighs. There was no blanket to cover the supple flesh of Tiny’s breasts jutting into the air as her back arched off the silk-covered furniture.

The whines that dripped off her tongue called to him like a siren, his feet sinking into the floor until moving from the spot became impossible.

“Levi, Levi, Levi…” The name of another man filled his ears like wax. Her hips bucked as Levi dove deeper into her cunt, its wetness mixing with the saliva of his mouth to create a symphony of vulgarity.

“Ah, there baby. Mm…”

Levi’s hand moved in tandem with his mouth to work Tiny into a frenzy, plugging her hole with three long fingers with his tongue focusing on her swollen clit, showering it with all the attention it needed.

The room in his slacks decreased the longer Rod watched the two in the act. He had half a mind to sit down on the nearby chair inside the room. As he weighed the pros and cons of his options, Levi scattered kisses on his wife’s glistening brown skin, trailing from her core to her hipbone, up her soft stomach until his lips formed a suction around a pert nipple.

“Yes, Levi, yes!”

Finally, their lips smacked together as he drank in her wanton cries, all the while his fingers continued to plunge into her pussy. Tiny’s hands marked her lover’s shoulders and back, turning the alabaster skin red in the wake of her nails. One of her hands disappeared into the mess between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock by the way his body jolted.

“Fuck baby, You wanna get fucked? Need me to fill you up again? My fingers not good enough for your greedy pussy?” Tiny whimpered as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You know your husband is home now?”

“Aah,”

“Oh, but you don’t care do you? Still want me? I’ll teach him to not leave his little needy wife at home with the help.” Though strained with lust, Levi’s voice came out loud and clear as if he knew Rod had stopped at the door and was unable to look away. “Make a mess for me and I’ll fuck you ‘til you break.”

The gush of wetness leaving her hole was audible even with the increased volume of her cries. Levi’s mouth trailed her collarbone, his low tone talking her through the intense orgasm lighting up her nerves.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. M’not done with you.” Her head shifted as the waves of pleasure slowed down. Rod gulped, his focus captured by the sight of his wife lifeless on the bed. Her legs spread further on the mattress as Levi situated himself between them. “Hold your legs up, Tiny.”

Wordlessly, she followed his command, her palms cupping the back of her knees, securing her legs to her chest and out of the way for Levi.

“You listen so well to me,” He mumbled, providing imagery for Rod who could not see from outside the room. The smack of Levi’s flesh against her wet folds sent shivers down the older man’s spine, envy filling his bones as his employee prepared to take his wife for himself once more. “Bet you wouldn’t feel this good for your husband.”

“Levi, more!” At her plea, Levi moved like the tide, pushing and pulling himself through her depths, dragging out noises that were sure to follow Rod into his dreams that night. The muscles in his thighs and ass flexed as Levi worked, groans building in his throat and falling out haphazardly.

Their lips met again, strips of flesh melding together as he riled Tiny up with his touch. Their kiss broke and she took the opportunity to breathe in new air to her overworked lungs. The erection straining under his Rod’s layers of clothes became more painful the longer he watched the pair succumb to ecstasy. He grunted along with them, knees neat buckling as Tiny called out Levi’s name.

“Louder, let that pathetic fuck know who’s making his wife scream like this.” The slap of flesh became harsher, louder, less controlled as the cliff drew closer. Tiny’s husband watched on, too entranced to notice the quick glances thrown his way as he crossed the threshold.

By the time Levi tired, Rod had a growing stain on the front of his pants. The oppressive atmosphere lightened as Tiny returned to slumber, womb filled and head empty all thanks to Levi.

Said man had returned to the discarded cigarette he left in the ashtray, blowing smoke into the humid air. Ash stained the white silk sheets but he paid no mind to that.

“You had fun watching, boss?” Levi addressed around the stick hanging off his lip. He didn’t turn to look the man in the eye, already knowing a frowning face would be the response. When he didn’t hear the soles of Rod’s feet slap against the floor, Levi took another drag and held it.

Blue eyes met in the darkness, one clouded by the release of tobacco smoke. “Get some sleep, Boss. you got a long day tomorrow. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”

Let's Add Caviar To It

My inspiration has been resurrected and it would be unfair to not use it in this series. I never thought I'd write this much for this story, but now its getting its own masterlist and taglist. Comment if you want to be tagged for future updates

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

Taglist: @prettyvintageafternoon

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: cursing, obsessive Bruce Wayne

When Bruce first met Dove, the sky had just opened up for the third time that week. The rain made wonderful background noise as he stood upon a platform, staying completely still as his tailor made adjustments to the newest suit in his collection. She stood behind the man, measuring tape around her neck and a kettle of tea in her hands, dressed head to toe in knock-offs.

Her shoes were fake Luis Vuitton and the purse she carefully placed at her workstation had to be fake Fendi. Her slacks, though in style, looked like they came from a discount store. Her shirt was the worst offender, the signature Burberry plaid printed all wrong. Anyone that didn’t know designer would be fooled. The older women of Wayne Industries would call her attempt offensive.

Bruce thought she looked lovely.

As the appointment went on, his sharp gaze followed her captivating form travel in and out the room. Dedication bled through her every action. This woman moved with an eagerness to learn everything she could from her mentor. She had enough knowledge about the business to complete a task before Spinelli could call out her name.

“I’ll make sure to deliver the suit two days from now, Mr. Wayne,” Spinelli announced after taking the last measurement. When Bruce failed to respond, the old man a glance up. His highest paying customer had set his focus elsewhere. To the side of the podium, tucked away behind fabrics and order lists, where Spinelli had set up his apprentice to work.

“Mr. Wayne?” That time, the tailor gained Bruce’s attention.

“I just remembered that I have been invited to the mayor’s birthday dinner. This time deliver it to my office.”

“Oh?”

“Is that possible?”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want, Mr. Wayne.” Bruce’s focus drifted back to the young woman tucked away, working hard and not paying him any mind. Whatever he wants?

Two days had passed agonizingly slow for him. Between fighting crime and leading his company to new heights of success, his mind never strayed far from her. His morning thoughts revolved around her, curious about what she looked like fresh out of bed. Catapulting through the rain slickened streets of his city, he wondered if she had any hobbies or what she did to unwind. After shaking a shareholder’s hand, Bruce imagined what she smelled like and how soft were those working hands of hers, and if she touched his suit with them.

By the time Dove made it to Wayne Towers and knocked on his door for the delivery, Bruce had dug up the bare bones of her life. Where she lived - near Sheldon Station- what subway line she rode -the number 2 line all the way to the Fashion District where she walks the rest of the way to Spinelli- if she lived with anyone -just a roommate that’s barely home and pretends to forget about paying their share of the rent- and how old she was -mid-twenties and she just celebrated a birthday.

“Mr. Wayne. I have your suit, sir.”

“Thank you. I don’t believe we’ve introduced ourselves yet. I’m Bruce Wayne, but I’m sure you knew that.” A small snort she failed to suppress warmed his being. That’s good, humor is a key factor in a long-lasting relationship.

“Dove CartWright, sir. I’ve been Mister Spinelli’s apprentice for the past few months.” Her voice coated her words in honey, unknowingly making her all the more appealing to him. Bruce could hear it now, the sound of her sleep-laden voice croaking out a rough ‘good morning’ from their bed as he paces around the room getting ready for work.

“Spinelli hasn’t taken on an apprentice in a long time. You must be deadly with a needle and thread.” Her eyebrows shot up an inch at his alluded compliment. Apparently, the news and local anecdotes were true. Bruce Wayne was a charmer.

“Thank you, sir. I came into his store with a few tricks and talents but he’s been wonderful sharing his expertise. I watched him tailor your suit and it was like a work of art how he did it.” Only watched, he wanted to ask.

“I’ve been going to Spinelli since I was a boy. I don’t know a better tailor,” Bruce replied, taking the garment bag and unzipping it to peek inside. Pristine black fabric greeted him. He let out an audible hum to telegraph his satisfaction.

While he inspected the suit, Dove stood still as a statue, running the tip of her painted fingertips along the edge of her skirt. Did he make her nervous? “Good as always.”

“He’ll be happy to know that. Enjoy your evening, Mr. Wayne.” Her body wobbled for a minute, trying to figure out what the proper farewell gesture would be for a tailor’s apprentice to give her employer’s most important customer who was simultaneously the CEO of the richest company in the western hemisphere.

Bruce would remember the smile she gifted him as she departed for the rest of his life. They weren’t the whitest teeth he’d ever seen or the straightest. The gap between her incisors induced an extra pump in his heart. Gapped teeth, something so plebian to fixate on, yet he did. It made her endearing. He wanted to see it again.

He had to see her again. Already the warmness of her presence had vanished, plummeting the CEO back into the usual callousness that was his life. He just needed to see her one more time. See her toss a smile at him one more time. Show him that gap in her pretty teeth one more time.

Dove kept her shoulders square as she strutted out the elevator into the lobby of Wayne Industries. Her job was officially over for the day, freeing her mind to think about the personal side of her life. What would she eat today?

How much money did she have in her account?

The 15th was coming up, she should stock up on purple polyester in case she runs out.

Dove broke out her train of thought at the sound of someone shouting ‘miss’ over and over.

“Ms. CartWright, Please come back. Miss?” A ruffled employee said again, sighing in relief when Dove’s head swiveled at the sound of her last name. “Mr. Wayne has asked that you return to his office at once. There seems to be an issue with his suit.”

“An issue with his suit? But-” Spinelli didn’t make a mistake, she finished in her head, nodding at the employee and retracing her steps to the elevator. What could have happened, she wondered as the numbers increased at an alarming speed, showing off the superiority of Waynetech.

Her knuckles barely rapped against the smooth wood grain of his office door before the entrance gave way to reveal the surprisingly shy half-smile of Bruce Wayne.

“Sorry to call you back so soon, but I accidentally ripped the seam on the jacket.”

“Oh. Oh! Sure, let me see the tear and I’ll have it fixed in no time, Mr. Wayne.” And there it was, another smile aimed his way, just for him. Her purse that had remained hitched on her shoulder during her first visit, drooped off and fell to hang from her covered forearm. It opened with a light ‘click’ giving access to the emergency sewing kit she had.

“I put it on my desk so I didn’t ruin it further.” The apprentice strolled up to the piece of furniture, kit in hand and ready to take on the task. The structure of her blazer wasn’t too restricting, it would allow her enough mobility to give her best effort.

“Okay let’s see what...Oh, wow. Mr. Wayne, this is-”

“You can fix it, right?”

“Of course, I know a trick or two.” A third smile. Bruce could feel an addiction forming. “I’ll show you why Spinelli agreed to mentor me.”

Bruce watched as she settled her supplies and entered a zone. Her body mindlessly gathered the garment and created a station on the coffee table. Her fingers made no unnecessary movement. She took a second to decide her course of action.

“How about I order you dinner as a thank you?” Though he really wanted to take her out, he knew it was best to start slow. Watching her covered yet tempting form relax into his furniture was more than enough at the moment. If only her hair hadn’t been restrained into a bun just like the one she wore two days ago. What would her hair look like untamed? How did she wear it outside of work?

Her head leaned as she thought about the pros and cons of accepting free dinner from Gotham’s most coveted bachelor.

“Sure, I’ll have a wagyu steak covered in gold, please.” The sharp exhale of amusement eased her mind. This was the perfect time to build a repertoire with him, a little humor could go a long way.

“Gold doesn’t taste like anything remarkable, so I advise against it. But the steak is a good choice.”

“You don’t have to really, Mr. Wayne. I was joking.” Bruce disagreed. He did, it would be an even exchange for gawking at her exposed legs while she worked unaware.

“Maybe so, but now you put the craving in my mouth. And please, call me Bruce.”

Dove paused to think once again. Who was she, at the end of the day, to tell a multi-billionaire how to spend his money? If he wants to humor her with premium steak, it’d be stupid to protest.

“First name basis, already? I feel so special. Let’s add caviar to it.”

“Whatever you want, Dove.” And he meant it. The sensation of saying her name riled him. He wanted to say it again.

One more time.

The Race: Masterlist

A/N: If jjk and the fast and the furious had a baby...it be this. It's an ugly baby, but it's my baby. I don't know how to summarize this series except for saying street racer sukuna had me in a chokehold. And Sukuna doesn't go anywhere without my black fem oc, Bunny. Pray for me

Status: On-going | Taglist: Open

Overall Rating: R | Minors DNI

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