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#suna brain rot
yoomiomiki · 2 years
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Reacting when you don’t sleep with pants on
Suna , osamu , atsumu, sakusa, hirugami
Warning : sleeping with shirtless men ( I strongly believe all of them do not wear shirts so sleep too . Mention the word cooch in atsumu’s once
˚ · . Suna rintaro
Actually sweet about it , would offer his sweatpants , boxers or shorts . His fingers are always freezing cold for no reason , would purposely put them in between your thighs to “warm them up “ . Would rub his hands in your legs . Writes stuff on your legs and makes you decipher what he is writing . Most of the time he writes ‘your mum ‘ . But he’s warm , so if your feeling like a menace , place your cold toes onto his chest , I guarantee he would scream like a girl .
˚ · . Miya osamu
So unfazed about it . Also doesn’t wear pants . Wears boxers only , but during winter he would throw on a pair of sweats and make you wear his sweat shirt , so y’all are matching . Makes sure to tangle his legs with yours so you guys can be closer . But secretly . Your legs are just so soft he just wants to feel them . It’s a really nice contrast to his . Also rubs your legs a lot . If he’s bored he would try to see if you have leg hair and pluck them .
˚ · . Miya atsumu
He is such a little shit about it . Would not shut up about your legs . Keeps caressing them . Always thinks he is getting laid . Likes to squish your thighs , would press his body so close to yours , so you can always feel his pecs . Basically tires to seduce you . Always trails his hands up and down your thighs , tries to sneak his hand into your inner thighs and where your cooch is to try to get laid .But you just trap them between your thighs and only when he stops struggling to get them out of the vice grip your thighs have on his hands then he would pout . When he fails in seducing you he would get up and throw himself onto you .
˚ · . Sakusa kiyoomi
Literally so sweet #2 .would always first offer his clothes when it’s cold . Would draw random shapes on your thighs Talks to you about his or your day . Would get you really nice scented moisturisers to massage them on your legs even though they are already soft . Secretly he just wants to touch your legs and squish them . This is the best excuse , but he doesn’t know that you know that the reason why he buys so nicely scented moisturisers is because he wants to touch your legs . But is always a sweet heart about it .
˚ · . Hirugami sachiro
Little shit #2 but also really sweet about it #3 . Offers his clothes all the time too . But when you refuse he grins so wide and thinks he’s getting some that night , but no , you just have unique temperature regulation . Would just slap your legs a lot , and when you’ve have had enough , you just get up and straddle his abdomen and plop onto him . Would immediately hug your waist and kiss your hair . Loves to lie down on your bare thighs and have you play with his hair , he draws on your legs too like omi , would draw animals . Would talk to you about some stupid theory when you guys cuddle .
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sunakith · 1 year
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rockstar!suna giving you a quickie right before he has to go on stage.
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renardiererin · 10 months
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rintarou suna would let you talk him into getting a dick piercing. “rin cmon, just try. if you hate it so much you can always just remove it and let it close up.” he’s used to giving people piercings and tattoos all around for a little extra side cash (my tattoo artist suna smutshot), so he has little hesitancy when instructing you on how to put the prince albert piercing through the tip of his cock. but little doesn’t mean none. “baby it’s gonna hurt.” rintarou seems like he’s a tough guy. one who next to never complains about pain— but that is so far beyond the truth. he whines about every little thing, simply because he has no problem being obnoxious around you. you’ll love him anyway. so when he whines about how painful it’s gonna be, all you can do is laugh at his childish antics. he’ll furrow his brows together and push out his bottom lip slightly more, making himself look like the epitome of a whiner.
“baby it’ll hurt so bad, i’m gonna need you to kiss it better. you’ll kiss it better, right princess?”
“it hurts, honey, whenever you bring it up it reminds me it’s there and then it’s sore again.”
“i don’t even want to wear clothes, the thought of even underwear sounds so painful baby”
but once it’s been just two days and he’s forgotten about the initial pain, he’ll be buried balls deep in your tight little cunny, cool metal hitting the spongey spot deep in there that your fingers alone could never reach. the way the second bulb of metal peeks out from underneath the tip gives you added stimulation as it drags through your heated walls, bringing you closer and closer.
“y’know, sweets, i think i like this little cock piercing you talked me into. makes you scream, and i like when you’re loud for me.”
what may have stated as a half joking test ended in rintarou suna having a new second favorite piercing. though, nothing can beat the reactions you give him for the metal ball on his mid-tongue.
quick a/n: guys i’m so determined to leave my flop era this summer bc school gets out for me in like two weeks so i’m gonna hopefully be able to flood you all with content!! it’s 10am and i haven’t slept a WINK so here’s some dick piercing suna brain rot bc i need him so bad
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starreo · 3 months
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UR WORKS R SO GOOD😭😭 i always forget the follow button but ilysm and was wondering if u would do sum mean!bf suna hcs 😔🙏🏻 suna rots my brain
thanks lovely >.o
i don't really do reqs but u were v sweet + im sort of crushing on the mean!bf trope againnnnn
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multi-character drabble.
includes adult themes so, mdni.
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mean!bf who doesn't understand why you're so sensitive. all he did was say you didn't have any friends so you try to stop him from enjoying, what's the big deal...
mean!bf who's rolling his eyes at you, pretending to be indifferent to your tears but his body can't listen to his silly brain anymore.
mean!bf whose large hands immediately cup your face, his cold, long fingers wiping the unstoppable warm tears off. he's fighting the urge to smile as he hears you hiccup while looking up at him, quieting down from your little melodrama.
mean!bf whose sharp eyes are glaring up at you, his tongue busy swiping across your folds and sucking on your clit, telling you how you're such a spoiled little girl for him.
mean!bf who, despite wanting to keep his apathetic reputation up, is holding you tightly in his arms, whispering how much he loves you as his long, veiny dick continuously bumps against your sweet spot.
suna, eren, nagi, ur fav
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ravenslvt · 5 days
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i immediately hit the follow button after i read the hot brother series omg i love it 😭😭😭
by any chance could you ride sub!suna (this literally living in my brain rot omg) being all sensitive and overstimulated while his s/o domming him?? 😃😃
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☆ sub!suna rintaro x f!reader ☆
cw: smut! riding! sub!suna! oral m receiving! unprotected sex!
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your boyfriend is just so needy!
rintaro was panting, clear beads of sweat rolling down his brow as your hand teases his ragingly hard cock.
you’ve barely even touched him too! you spent almost half an hour just teasing him over his pants while a movie played in the background in your living room.
you graciously gave him a small amount of relief, releasing him from his straining boxers. and the obvious wet stain on the front of his pants.
you expertly pump his cock, thumb coming up to tease his slit, making him buck up into you every time and hiss. you giggle every time he tries rutting more into you for more pleasure.
his brows were furrowed, eyes glued to your small hand in comparison to his big veiny cock. he just wanted to be inside you so bad!
"p-please" he whines, trying his hardest not to cum all over your hand, knowing you'd either stop or discipline him. he looks at you with a pout, bringing a hand to your exposed thigh. you swat it away.
"so needy, baby. can't you take what i give you?" you match him with a fake pout, thumb teasingly digging into his slit, making him whine more. he shakes his head.
"m'gonna cum if you keep going and i don't wanna till m'inside you." his voice is needy and desperate, but he frowns when your hand stops.
you take pity on the man. you’ve been teasing him for so long and he was just too cute to deny.
you place yourself on your knees in between his strong thighs in front of him, tongue instantly coming out to lick up his cock. the salty taste of his pearly precum only egged you on.
you focus on his tip first, knowing that’s where he was most sensitive. your tongue swirls around his head while his fingers dug into his thighs, fighting the urge to grab your hair.
finally, you take him in your mouth fully, practically gagging on his length as he moans out at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. you clench your thighs together to soothe the heat between them.
your eyes never left his as you bob your head up and down his cock, his reactions to your touch making you wet.
his hips unconsciously rut upward into your mouth. in response you pull off of him completely. his eyes widen.
“f-fuck i’m sorry- please!” he ruts up into nothing, missing the feeling of you around him.
you squint your eyes at him, relishing in the pink flush of his cheeks. your boyfriend is just so hot, you couldn’t help but feel needy too. he gets nervous when you stand up, thinking you’re about to leave him on the edge.
“take your shirt off.” you tell him. in a second he was left completely naked on the couch, while you still had on all of your clothes.
you place yourself on his lap, his cock slapping against his stomach while he stares up at you expectingly.
you reach down to kiss him, his hands immediately taking purchase in your hair to bring you closer. his hips stutter when the fabric of your skirt accidentally drags against his hard on. you smile into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling away. he tries chasing your lips, but you push his shoulders back against the couch.
you painfully slowly push your pretty panties to the side, rubbing his tip up and down your soaked folds. his head rolls back at just the feeling of your heat, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you.
“w-want you to fuck me so bad” he groans out your name when you line him up with your entrance. you slowly sink yourself onto his cock, sighing when he’s fully inside. you'd never get used to how deliciously he stretched you out.
it takes everything in him not to cum instantly. of course you notice.
“if you cum, i’m not touching you for a week.” you warn, bringing your hips up then slamming back down onto him. he moans, hands gripping at your waist as he nods profusely.
you ride him until he’s panting intensely, the grip on your waist almost bruising. you knew he was holding back an orgasm, but he was so cute begging to cum.
your hands go from his neck, to his strong shoulders, to his chest, squeezing and feeling your boyfriend up. his body was just so heavenly, so clear how well he took care of himself.
“you’re so pretty, rin.” you giggle, leaning down to kiss his neck, sucking marks into his sensitive skin. he groans when you bite down on him, cock pulsing inside of you.
“please, baby. wanna cum so bad. feels so f-fucking good i’m gonna-“ he looses himself in your pussy, hips rutting up to meet yours halfway. you let out a moan when his tip kisses your cervix, head falling onto his shoulder.
“don’t cum till i do. okay?” you try to regain your composure, but the way rintaro was pumping into you was making you dizzy. he nods, face screwing up as he focuses so hard on trying not to coat your walls white on the spot.
you bring your hand to your clit, playing and rubbing it until you’re clenching around him.
“s-so big, rin. m’gonna cum.” you whine, bouncing faster on his cock, making him moan. the way you were squeezing him so tight made his eyes squeeze shut, not letting himself cum until you told him so.
you continue rolling your hips against his through your orgasm, heavy breaths as you grip your boyfriends shoulders.
“please please please i’m gonna-“ he pants. you could see the way tears pathetically welded up in his eyes.
“you can cum, baby.” you pant out, slamming onto his cock. he whimpers as his hips spasm, rutting so hard into you as he cums into you for what you felt like was a minute straight. his seed leaking out of your cunt.
after what felt like the best orgasm of his life, he opens his eyes, grabbing the back of your head to bring you in for a kiss.
“god, you’re the fucking best.” he husks out, voice low and fucked out. you peck his nose, giggling at him.
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a/n: thank you sm for this request! i’ve been obsessed with suna lately. i loooved this prompt. took it a little off course but hope you like it still!
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rintarouzbbygirl · 27 days
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Stoner Suna Rintarou
head empty just Rin no warnings<3 just a short drabble
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just thinking about stoner!suna and how he would call you late at night asking you if you needed some weed because he lowkey wants to just smoke with you and have an excuse to see you again.
Stoner!Suna texting you several times in a row just to see if youd even answer him when he desperately wants to go out on a date with you or just wanting to hear the sound of your voice.
Stoner!Suna when he comes over he lets you smoke with him at no charge and always leaves a little extra for you later, or leaves his pieces at your place as an excuse to see you again.
stoner!Suna who gets all giddy when he see your text him asking him to hang out when youre 'all out' and need to see him again to fill up again knowing full well that you still had a few grams left over from last time he was over.
Stoner!Suna when he finally gets enough courage stacked up to finally ask you out on a date and you saying yes. It was actually one of the best dates you had ever been on and he was of course a proper gentleman. Taking you on a late night stroll to the 'a little spot' and smoked the night away having some sweets that surely made your teeth hurt.
Stoner!suna who cares about you deeply and fell you for you first but my oh my you fell much much harder.
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the brain rot for Rin, Keiji and Toru has me in such a choke hold.. tip jar<3
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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years
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im foing thru a bully!osamu brain rot so imagine samu pissing reader off somehow (like collaterally: i imagine him fucking up and KNOWING he fucked up) n is trying to do some damage control by being the sweetest he's ever been I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM GROVEL
i Imagine him to be piss scared at the prospect of u ever breaking up w him over smth he did jendkd
i am incapable of not writing a happy ending for these two idiots
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words: 805 cw: fem!reader, post-love confession bully!osamu, jealousy, arguing, insecurity, implied breakup, sfw but minors dni always
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honestly, bully!osamu's biggest problem is his jealousy and it's something he still struggles with even after you become official. at first, you kind of deal with it, but as his girlfriend now, you wish he'd trust you enough and get over it.
"i'm tired of having the same argument with you, again and again, samu," you finally said after so much back and forth.
he really did it this time.
you and a classmate were working on a project together worth a big part of your final mark, which obviously meant spending a lot of time together. of course, osamu had a problem with it since it was a guy.
you tried to be understanding—you texted samu every time you were with him and you always did work in the library so you two would never be totally alone. but that wasn't enough for osamu. he still found a way to get upset and grill your partner to the point where he was considering talking to your professor about working with someone else.
when he apologized for it, you, you'll admit you blew up on him a bit.
"it's not just about the stupid project, samu. but thanks soooo much for making that situation harder than it needed to be," you snap, taking him by surprise since you've never raised your voice at him.
"but what's gonna happen in the future? do you just not trust me? i'm sick of feeling guilty about something that it's my fault." after stopping for a moment and catching your breath before sighing. "sometimes i think you're never going to change..."
and osamu doesn't like that. the way the tone of your voice changed just then. panic immediately sets in when you leave the room without looking back at him.
he goes into damage control, but he isn't sure what to do. osamu's never been one to apologize before and if he did, it wasn't in words. he's pretty sure cooking a meal or fucking you won't get him out of this one.
he asks no begs for your forgiveness. it's so stupid, of course, he trusts you. sometimes osamu gets in his own head and doesn't want anyone to have you, but that's immature of him.
osamu gives you some space before he apologizes—holding onto your waist as he tells you how right you are and how he's going to make things right. first, he goes to your project partner and apologizes to him as well (it stings to do so, but osamu knows it's right)
your partner accepts and agrees to continue working with you so neither of your grades is jeopardized. but osamu knows it's not enough.
it starts with breakfast in the morning because hey, he's gifted with amazing cooking skills and he's gonna use them. osamu makes your favorite and serves it to you in bed.
the stern smile on your face tells him that you appreciate the gesture but you're still upset, which he expected.
for the record, miya osamu does not grovel, but he'd be lying if he said your words didn't scare him a little bit. sucking up his pride, osamu kneels next to the bed and takes one of your hands.
"i do trust you, baby," he breathes, choosing his words carefully so as to not upset you.
you pick at the food sitting on the tray. "it doesn't feel like you do sometimes. and it's not just my project partner, but it's our friends. i can see you getting uncomfortable when suna's around and — fuck, samu sometimes i swear you think i'm gonna run off with your brother or something."
ok, that hurt, but he deserves it.
he takes another deep breath. "i will work on it. yer my girlfriend and i trust ya," he says with a steady voice. "and next time i'm bothered by somethin', i'll talk to ya instead of lashin' out."
that perks you up a bit. "and?"
"and...i'll be better about you hangin' out with tsumu and suna. they're yer friends too and i shouldn't be so possessive."
finally, finally you give him a smile, leaning over for a quick kiss. "samu, was that so hard?" you said, running your fingers through his hair. "that's all i want to hear."
for the first time, osamu can breathe easy. the sweetness in your voice is back and you're actually eating his food — a sight he'll never get tired of. "shit, baby, ya had me scared for a second,”
your eyes harden for just a moment. “don’t get too comfortable, samu. changed behavior means more than just an apology.”
and just like that your smile is back, the revolving door of emotion gives osamu whiplash that he’s never experienced before, but he’s more than willing to work on himself if it means you’ll stay.
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levisforgottentea · 3 months
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Laying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone as you feel a rough hand sliding up between your crossed thighs. A finger brushing against your core. The hand continues over your ass and up the curve of your back as it wraps around your neck, toying with your necklace.
“I take it you loved my gift huh?”
“It’s a very pretty necklace yeah.”
“I’ll give you a prettier necklace”
Choso😍 Sukuna? Nanami vibes but idk, saeko😍😍, Suna, Kuroo, Maki, Jean, Eren, Bangchan, whoever you think💞
An; I’m having Choso brain rot 😭😭😭 CHOSOOOO🥰🥰
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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AHHHHH I just found new brain rot! Okay okay. So. The Try Not To Kiss trend on TikTok where you're supposed to lay on your partner like you're going to make out, get as close as possible to kissing, and see how long you can last until one of you breaks. I can't even begin to choose from any of the HQ guys because honestly, I love them all. But I think Bokuto would cave INSTANTLY! Atsumu and Oiks would try to tease the absolute shit out of their partner but would be dying. I feel like Sakusa would last the longest? Maybe Suna because he's a little demon.
I don't know I'm losing it over here.
IM GONNA SHIT RAINBOWS DONT DO THIS TO ME MATE-
Also Suna/Sakusa got just the smallest, littlest bit heated, reader discretion is advised!!
Bokuto doesn’t stand a chance my guy. He’s merely watching tv, sprawled in his sweats after his shower and you have the NERVE, the AUDACITY, the GUMPTION to DO THIS TO HIM??? WHEN HE CAN BARELY KEEP HIS PAWS OFF OF YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE???
The minute you snake over to his side, an arm tosses over your shoulder to bring you close. You hum happily and gently nose at his temple, relishing in the smell of his clean skin. “You’re warm,” you murmur.
“I take hot showers,” he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you. You duck away slightly, and there’s a flash of confusion that crosses his face for a moment. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“I wanted to kiss you… don’t you want to kiss me?”
There’s no shot of doing this. Not when his mind revolves around kissing you constantly, always, feeling his lips dominating yours in eagerness, teeth clacking together with need and desire and-
Your thoughts are cutoff when he captures you in a kiss exactly so, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, the one around your shoulders pulling you close. You can’t help but purr, and even if now there’s a failed tiktok recording, it’s worth it whenever the Bokuto Koutarou starts kissing you.
“You think too loud,” he teases with a nip of your lip. “Hate when you hesitate. I just want to kiss you forever, babe…”
Who would you be to deny him?
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Oikawa is a little different, same with Atsumu. Because he constantly craves you too, he’s obsessed with you. But who is he to back from a challenge? Especially when you swing your leg over his lap, settling against his thighs contently, and he looks up with an amused smile.
“Comfy?” He teases, and you laugh before lacing your fingers in his fluffy hair. He mewls and angles his touch, and when you start to lean forward to simulate a kiss, he leans over to meet you, but he’s confused when you don’t meet in the middle. One brown eye opens up to peek at you, and when you’re gazing back down at him with challenge glimmering in your eyes, he exchanges the kiss with a smirk and a bite of his lip.
“You wanna play this game?” He mumbles softly, and you snicker as your hands scratch at his scalp. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course I want to kiss you,” you assure, nudging your nose with his. His hands cradle your hips as they gently smooth up and down, thumbs stroking over the meat. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
“Then kiss me,” he pants. In truth, your teases only make you more tantalizing, and there’s nothing more that he’d like to do than make you mewl from his kissing, a complete putty in his hands just because he’s the only one who can. “I won’t tell anyone.”
You laugh out loud at his words, feeling the mood slip slightly, but he’s not budging other than his coaxing words. The hand in his hair moves to instead cradle his jaw, and he needs to kick it up a notch.
In faux submission, and in an attempt to make you crumble, he leans even closer and whimpers softly close to your mouth, panting needily and eyes flicking up to you as if you’re the bad guy here, denying him. And you gotta give him credit- he does look delicious.
“You’re evil,” You whisper, but you still try to hold strong, thumbs caressing his jawline. Your head angles and you sigh in return against his lips, biting your lip enticingly.
You’re not sure who finally connected the kiss. But what you do know, is it wasn’t appropriate for tiktok.
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Sakusa. Sakusa and Suna. My beloved menaces. They would have ABSOLUTELY no problem withholding longer than you, sheerly because if you start something, he’s gonna make you finish it. Not to mention Suna having the knowledge of the viral trend HA-
If you want to break him? You gotta start before you film the tiktok.
He’s in the kitchen, literally just grabbing a glass of water, when you’re up against him, arms wrapped lowly around his waist and eyes peering up at him. He chuckles down at you and wraps his own arm around your waist. “Missed me that much?”
“I did,” you whine, resting your chin against him to look up at him, and you see a glimmer of dominance flicker in his gaze. “Always miss you so much…”
“I’m coming right back to the couch, my love,” he says, humming softly. “Come on. We can go cuddle.” You’re practically clinging to him as you make your way to the couch where he was reading. One of his legs folds over the other for a small perch for you to sit in, and when you settle in, he flips back to the page he was reading.
That is, until your hand gently reaches up for his jaw, turning his head back towards you with a needy whimper. He smirks as his eyes flick up and down, “are you demanding my full attention now?” He asks, and you nod softly. “Too bad. You can wait until I finish this chapter.”
That, certainly, wasn’t the reaction you’d been anticipating. “But… but…” your fingers slip down to fist the collar of his tee shirt, tugging softly. “But I want your affection…” to entice him further, you lean closer and bite your lip, internally cheering when he leans forward as well. But before you can connect the kiss, he purrs out a teasing ‘no.’
“You constantly have my affection,” he says softly, confidence in his voice. “You will live for five extra seconds without it.”
“You’re being mean!” You pout.
Then, you gasp when one of his hands shoots to the back of your neck, gently slipping his fingers over the shorter hairs and fisting the locks dominantly. His lips finally ghost over yours as he snarls out against them, and you know he’s not going to break but god, this whole ordeal was almost worth it when he speaks.
“I’ll show you mean if you keep acting like an entitled brat.”
You squeak and tip your head back to try and ease the pull, relishing in the excited rage that flicks in his eyes when you mumble back, the war now being waged.
“You promise?”
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selarina · 2 years
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In between the Maybes 
→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader
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Summary: The day after hooking up with your best friend is confusing, but not nearly as much as you make it out to be.
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff, light angst, smut (minors DNI), unedited
Author’s Notes: Had some Suna brain rot so I decided to make a part 2 for this fic. This piece can be read as a stand alone though.
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You wake up in frenzy to the sweet sound of your blaring alarm. Your eyelashes feel glued together, and you want nothing but to desperately curl back into your slumber. Groaning, you sit up against your headboard immediately registering the soft ache in your muscles.
Your head begins to throb against the confines of your skull, and the events of the previous night dawn on you, slowly.
The image of Suna with his crimson cheeks and parted lips breathily chanting your name comes to mind.
He left your house as he would on any other day, you asked him to let you know when he got home, and he did. You turn your phone on to be greeted by a bright light that leaves your vision hazy for a second.
There's nothing but the unread "I'm home" notification from last night.
As much as you wanted to, you didn't have any discussions about what transpired since you were on the brink of falling asleep as a result of the weed and Suna's very meticulous fingers.
While you're brushing your teeth, your other hand reaches up to your neck. The tip of your fingers brushes against the faint mark on your neck. It’s the only mark Suna left on you before you reminded him you’re going out the next day. He compensated by leaving a slew of marks in places you could easily hide.
You get as far as taking a bath, getting dressed, and making some juice before you start panicking.
You stare at your full plate, no longer having an appetite due to the panic coursing through your mind. The intensity of the situation only hits you now.
Your thoughts turn to possible ways in which this could affect your friendship with him, until you hear a blaring ping!
You reach for your phone at the sound of your phone’s notification.
You see a text from your friend reconfirming for brunch today, which is when you notice a couple of new texts from Suna, most likely sent whilst you were bathing.
Rintaro
9:37 pm: Morning
9:38 pm: Can we meet in the evening?
You
10:09 pm: okay, I’ll text you then
After responding to Suna and your friend, you begin making your way to the closet to look for something to wear to brunch today.
Excitedly cruising through your options was fun at first but now you stare at your slumped figure in the mirror with another one of your many options on display.
With all of your deliberation, combined with a miscalculation of today's traffic, you arrive at the place nearly 20 minutes late. An assortment of food make its way to the table as you find your way to the only empty seat at the table.
The restaurant, you note, is very grand. The decor of the restaurant appears to be an eclectic mix of styles, but it stands out in a good way. You passed by a myriad of statues, fountains, artworks, and all sorts of grand things before you made your way here.
You suddenly appreciate your past self for choosing to dress it up a little more than usual.
You end up enjoying the brunch while being surrounded by the constant sounds of your friends conversing as you all sip on your red wine. A tint of black fruits and vanilla remaining on your tongue even after your glass sits empty.
And you don’t think about Suna. Not even once. Not even when they bring in blueberry cheesecake — his favourite.
You remember getting sick of them for a short period of time in college because it was all he ever had for all things sweet, which meant — it was all you ever had too.
You do end up spending a little more than you intended though, but other than that you feel content as you’re pooling back home with your friend, Yuri.
You pull your phone out and inform Suna that you’re on your way home.
As your friend makes plans for the two of you, you find yourself mindlessly agreeing while your mind decides to put its focus on what will be waiting for you when you reach home.
“Hey—” you’re jolted out of your head when your friend kicks you in your shin. A sharp ache coursing through your leg. “Are you even listening? What's up with you today?”
“I’m sorry,” you say, hissing, as you crouch down to rub your shin. The guilt of not listening to her seeps in.
“It’s okay. What’s wrong though?” she asks, suddenly worried by the dazed look on your face.
You pinch the area between your eyebrows as though you’re nursing a headache. “Yeah. Hmm, I might have hooked up with Rintaro,” you confess to her.
“Suna Rintaro?” her eyebrows raise tentatively, as her eyes squint in apprehension.
You nod.
“Suna Rintaro. Professional volleyball player, part-time model, your hot college friend. That Suna Rintaro?”
“Yes."
“This isn’t a joke?”
“No," your monotone, flat-out responses were jarring to your friend.
“Okay… What the fuck?!” she yells, as if she had just processed what you said.
Startled by the sudden outburst, your cab driver yells and pulls the car over to the side. "Ma'am, please!" He turns back as he he directly glares through both of your skulls.
Your cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment as the two of you apologize profusely.
He restarts the car.
You're not sure if your friend's silence is a result of the news or because she's embarrassed but you sit with her, almost relieved when she isn’t responding.
You almost get used to the silence before she looks at you a few moments later, her face still holding an expression of disbelief. "You have to tell me everything."
“Well, there's not much to say.” There really isn’t. “We smoked weed, danced, and then we were fully making out.”
You turn to your friend who looks utterly disappointed, most likely wanting a more vivid picture.
“Come on! Give me the details. Paint a picture!” she cries out, imploring you to continue as she turns her body to fully face you, as she leans into the palm of her hand.
You sigh before you continue, “Well, there was nice music. Soothing stuff. I don’t know why—” you pause, sheepish as you continue, “—but, I asked him to dance on an impulse.”
You turn to her shaking your head as you scrunch your nose speculatively.
You turn more chipper, sarcasm dripping in your tone, “and then there were stars in his eyes as we danced, and I was thinking ‘Wow! This must be my boombox serenade moment’ and we kissed and made love all night!”
“Ha ha,” she deadpans. She knows you can get like this sometimes with your tendency to backpedal when cornered. She hasn't figured out why you do this, and she's certain you haven't either.
Like the countless other times, she should just let it go. But instead she tries to ask, “So, does this mean, you guys are going to, maybe… give dating a shot?”
“No,” you say, emphatically. “I don’t like him like that — hell, on some days, I don’t like him at all.”
“Okay, I believe that," your friends says, although you find it hard to believe. "But what exactly comes next?”
“I’m not sure. I think we’ll talk it out today.”
“Hmm," she mulls it over. "Okay, I hope that works out. Good luck."
The two of you ride in silence after that, your mind scampering away to think about what you’ll say when you see him before your friend disturbs your silence by asking the cab driver to pull over at the intersection.
"I'll get off here," she says, motioning out the window. "When you get home, leave me a message, and don't forget to call me when you're done with lover boy tonight."
You're only 2 minutes away and you consider stopping the car, getting out, and making some sort of excuse. You could wait at a cafe until you're confident he's gone and then walk back home.
You register the sound of your driver asking if he is in front of the correct house. You hum as you mechanically pull your phone out to pay him. You stagger out of the car, and there he is, sitting on the steps to your door, just as he did the night before.
The image of Suna hovering close to your face, inches away, his tongue protruding from behind his teeth to wet his lower lip comes to the forefront of your mind.
You don’t have time to berate your mind for conjuring that image, because your feet start moving on their own. Soon enough, you find yourself standing in front of your door as he pockets his phone and stands beside you. He doesn’t say anything as he walks in trailing behind your steps. You don’t either. You don’t know what you could say.
"Are you all right?" You cock an eye out, unsure what prompted this. You wonder if he, like you, feels unsure of what to say or do. "You were a little out of it last night before I left," he adds.
“Oh.” You settle into a smile or at least try to as you say, "I'm fine," pointing from head to toe. "I even went out for brunch."
"Explains the dress." He puts his hands in his pockets and says, "You look nice."
"Thanks," you can't help but think about how the two of you don't do that. Not in this way, at least — more often than not it’s half-hearted insults that are obscure enough to qualify as compliments. And that's only if you gave it some thought.
You stand there with your hands clasped together, as though you are under questioning. Suna chews on the insides of his cheeks before he overtly suggests, “I think we should talk," in hopes of diffusing the tension before it chokes you both.
Your eyebrows rise and fall before your face softens. It's less guarded than before, the tension leaving your stiff brows, as you nod resignedly, "Yeah.” You give him a weary sidelong glance as you walk to your kitchen table, unwilling to return to that couch.
You're at one end of the dining room, Suna at the other, and a minute has passed in silence. No one puts this much space between each other in real life, so being seated on opposite ends of the table feels comical, almost like something out of a movie.
You figure you’ll start, “Just to be sure, you remember what happened. Right?”
Suna recalls everything a little too vividly. The image of his best friend grinding on top of him, your brows furrowing as you chanted his name. It sounded so sensual — a side of you he had never seen before, and it felt so inappropriate.
Simply put, he wanted to do it all over again. He breathes in deeply, "I do. Do you not?"
The image of Suna slipping two of his fingers between your legs after coating them in saliva with his mouthful of two fingers comes to mind. Taking a brief, tentative breath in, you utter, "I remember," as you lift your gaze to meet his.
“What do you remember?” he asks.
You're taken aback, and your calm demeanor crumbles as your eyes widen. In response to the question, you blurt out a hesitant "W-what?"
His face shows little to no emotion, leaving you feeling bare and vulnerable in an unpleasant way.
You scratch your cheek, as you take a second to recover from your discomfort. You force your face to settle, your features softening as you say, “I remember that I kissed you first, and, you kissed me back. And then, we almost had sex on the couch."
“Yeah," his eyes widen for a brief moment, as though he wasn't prepared for you to be this blatant. "It was good,” he says, nodding faintly.
“Right… it was good," you say, resting your back against the chair's crested rail as you sigh.
The soft aches in your muscles start returning, making themselves known as you bring your hands to the table in front of you. You interlock your fingers, your thumb facing up to the ceiling, as you say, "But we should probably never do that again," punctuating it with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah,” he affirms. "Can you stop being awkward now?" Suna reclines in his chair, his head dangling back, his eyes peering from beneath his bangs.
“Fine. Want to order in?”
“Didn’t you just come back from brunch?”
“I was trying to diffuse the tension,” you glare at him.
He sits up straight, pointing to the chair next to him, and says, with a sly grin, "You can start by not sitting at the opposite end of the table."
You're mildly annoyed that he noticed. "All right," you say, as you walk over to the chair and pull it out before you get comfortable.
And silence comes back to haunt the two of you. You keep gazing at the light switch, which since it is almost dusk, you really need to turn on. You can't seem to summon the energy to stand up again, not when you just got up to sit here.
“Okay, this is painful. Can we watch a video or something?” you break the silence, looking over at him.
He hums as he returns your gaze. He promptly pulls his phone out from his pocket as he searches for a video. You observe as his hands descend beneath you, pulling you closer by the legs of chair you’re sitting on. “Uhh... What are you doing?"
"Pulling you closer," he says casually.
“Why?”
"To watch the video," he says, shaking his phone.
You give a small nod in understanding. "You know, you're annoying," you state. He grins in tandem.
You flick his hand away, as you pull yourself closer to him along with the chair. When you find that your shoulders are practically brushing against each other, you quickly decide to cross your legs away from him to maintain a distance.
You spend a good few minutes invested in the video, even though the undercurrent thought of the warmth emanating from his body dominates the scene. But it is peaceful — the only sound in the room is him tapping on the screen as it loads onto the next video.
After watching a few videos, you notice that the room is getting darker, and you consider turning on the light. "I'll go change and come back and since it is getting late, maybe we can order some food in."
You turn to face him as you hear him hum and murmur something along the lines of "Don't go."
You pause.
You softly cock your brows as you become aware of his body inching towards yours, and it occurs to you that there’s not a lot of space to separate the two of you.
Your eyes flicker shut. You feel his lips brush faintly against your own. You're not sure who leans in first, but your lips are reunited in a kiss.
In contrast to last night's chase, this is tentative and slow, as if you're just testing the waters.
It doesn't take long for his hands to find themselves on you; they settle on your waist, softly kneading it as you pull him further into the kiss as your hands gently tug on his hair.
Suna grabs you by your waist as you move to straddle him on the chair. You part your lips and plea with him to do the same.
When you break away, you both lock gazes.
His dull green eyes fluoresce with a neediness as you pull him into another kiss.
Maintaining the kiss, he maneuvers you onto the dining table. The sudden movement causes you to gasp, pulling his lower lip with your teeth.
His hands hold you firmly by the waist as he moves closer to you, standing between your parted legs.
He pulls away from the kiss with a soft moan, to yank his t-shirt off, letting it fall carelessly onto the cold floor. He uses the same hand to push his bangs back, now you find that you can see his eyes more clearly. More vividly than you ever have.
You move your hands to the strap of the dress, wanting to get rid of it. He stops you by taking your hand into his own. You look back at him, eyes brows raised in confusion.
“Can you keep it on? It looks pretty on you,” your eyes widen and your cheeks flush as you nod.
He's back on your lips, grazing against the sides of your neck. “Don’t leave any marks,” you say this time. He continues kissing you there, softly this time, before he lays the last one on your throat.
He scrunches your dress up to your waist, hands grabbing your thighs to part them.
“Can I go down on you?” He asks, hands grazing the sides of your thighs, you overcome the urge to clasp them, as you affirm with a soft nod.
He bends down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he moves back to hook his hand onto the sides of your underwear, pulling it down and placing it somewhere on the chair behind him.
"Fuck," he muses as he slips in beneath your gown.
You gather it to hold it up to get a better view of him. He gives you a tentative lick and it leaves you reeling. His eyes flit up to gauge your reaction, after which he smirks at your response before he resumes his ministrations.
You're whining now, reaching for his hair and pulling harder with every lick. His tongues swipe through folds, as they settle to sucking on your clit. You’re in a daze right now but you don’t think you would ever forget the vision of him going down on you.
"Does it feel good?"
He comes to a halt as he checks with you once again, "Come on, tell me."
"Feels good, Rin," you whine, wanting him to continue as you pull his hair.
With every soft lick against your sensitive clit, you feel yourself getting close.
He groans against your folds before his hands enter the scene — his long, thin fingers slide in and out before they curve inside you.
You’re overwhelmed by the sensations, and it’s not long before your eyes roll back in unison as you cum.
Your hands gradually release their grip on his hair as you find yourself catching your breath. He stands back up, swiping the glisten off his lip with the back of his hand. He gets rid of his belt before pulling his cock out.
He moves in front of your entrance, as his tip swipes against your clit. You whine, sensitive from just cumming and he likes it, so he does it again and again until you get tired of his antics and ask breathlessly, "Condom?"
He hums, drawing one out from his pocket. You sit up, wanting to help him put it on. You bend as you jerk him off a couple of times as he’s left groaning, his hands land on your thigh to squeeze it in warning, “Stop teasing.”
You stop, only because you’re just desperate as he is. You roll it over his cock, as he lets out a moan.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask him.
“No, I’m moaning because I want to stop.”
“I only meant — we’re kind of crossing a lot of lines today.”
"You want to have this conversation right now?" He groans in frustration as he holds his wrapped cock.
To tease him, you smirk and fold your hands, saying, "I don't see why not." He groans, a string of murmured expletives escaping his lips.
"I'm leaving you here to finish up in the bathroom," he deadpans. "Now, if you’ll excu—” You grab him by the collar and kiss him, tongues languidly swiping against one another. Your hands reach down to guide him into burying his cock in you.
You exhale as you adjust to his length. His body bows over yours as he reaches for your lips, slowly moving his cock deeper into you until you feel full of him. Once he’s fully in,  he's overwhelmed by how you feel around him, his head falls onto your shoulder as he moans.
"You feel so good," you moan again, reaching for his cheeks with your hands as you sloppily kiss him. He pushes you by the shoulders once you separate, guiding you to lie down on your back.  He finds your soft thighs and squeezes them once before pushing your knees apart.
Your thighs practically kiss your chest as you moan unabashedly, feeling him reach deeper inside you.
“Fuck, stop squeezing.” You don’t, so his moans get louder by the second, but he keeps fucking you like this — steady, with his hip rolling into you in tandem. He continues to stretch you out, moving in deeper with each thrust.
His hand reaches for your clit again, as he starts rubbing in circles again. You feel the familiar tight coil, threatening to snap as he rolls into you.
Your orgasm spreads across your body in warm pleasure waves. Your mouth open wide in pleasure, reeling in the pleasure.
It’s not long before Rintaro is groaning at the sight of you writhing. He cums into the condom as he continues grinding into you, his hips losing pace as they focus on rutting into you, expletives that you don't catch slip from his tongue as he exhales.
You sit up with a soft sigh and a smile on your face. You watch him toss out the condom as he brings a tissue box over to you, giving you some as you clean yourself up. You begin to wonder if you've ruined your dress, but it appears to be perfectly clean, albeit a little crumpled from being bunched up.
"I can't believe we were having sex on the dining table. How will I ever eat here?"
“I have never seen you eating here. You always eat on the couch.” He’s not wrong.
"I'm going to change and shower," you say. He nods, strangely silent now. It worries you, but there's nothing a conversation can't fix.
"You know this usually leads to nothing good," you prompt, breaking the silence. The warmth of the coffee he made seeps into your skin.
You feel oddly calm about this. It's probably because of the look in his eyes, a sense of security washes over you as he looks at you. "We should probably stop."
"Maybe. Do you want to?" he asks.
You don't.
"I don't," you affirm.
He bends down to pick up his mug. Taking a sip, before he says, "So… You think I’m that good?", dragging every word.
You smack him almost immediately, wiping that smug smile off his face. "I'm being serious, Suna."
He rubs over his shoulder blades, relieving the soft ache from your force.
"Do you want to?" you ask.
"Of course not. You are that good," he says, huffing slightly. Your cheeks heat up in tandem.
"Okay, fine. We must establish ground rules,” you state.
"Do we have to?" he groans, a wave of lethargy cruising through your muscles at the sight of him slouching feebly against the couch.
You mirror his figure, relieving some of the soft aches in your muscles as you lay there.
"I'm not sure," you say, "but I've seen people do these in movies."
You want to sleep; that's all you want to do.
"So, let's not." You offer nothing more than a nod in agreement.
A few moments pass in silence as the two of you watch a movie while sipping coffee before you turn your head towards him as you call out to him — "Suna." Your voice is gruff from not speaking in a while.
He turns to face you, yawning softly, and then he scrunches his nose.
He hums, imploring you to continue. After a brief pause, your eyes blink over the sleep as you declare, "You can't stop being my friend."
"Can't?" he asks, half asleep, his head lolling as he turns to keep your gaze.
"Can't."
"Yes ma'am," he slurs as he offers a lazy salute, but you can't help but relax because this isn't as complicated as your mind has been making it.
Sometimes, it really is simple. Fundamental questions elicit a peaceful silence because your connection with him is really that simple. What does he mean to me? What do I mean to him?
It's quite simple.
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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m. list for @satoruzlove !
•all are gn! reader unless stated otherwise!!
late night talks: s.gojo
pouty bf gojo
unmotivated: s.gojo
dilf! oikawa
dilf! suna [borderline smut]
req:: dying your hair to match his
[kenma kozume]
he’s so proud to call you his wife that it’s annoying.
[multi]
you get me so high
[angst, tsukishima kei]
jjk boys as your boyfie !
[ megumi, itadori, gojo ]
7:03 pm
[manjirou ‘mikey’ sano.]
cute scenarios !
[ osamu , akaashi , kuroo , suna , oikawa ]
christmas hcs !
[ sakusa , osamu , suna , kuroo, atsumu ]
attractive things ab him !
[ sakusa , atsumu , suna,kuroo ]
bf kiyoomi !
domestic kiyoomi !
i love you’s !
[ hinata , suna , atsumu ]
req::saving grace [ k. sakusa ] !
random headcanons !
[ suna , sakusa , atsumu ]
req:: phones at the dinner table [k. sukusa] ! ❄️
college bf kenma !
cat papa kiyo !
req::let me ride ? - 🫧
[ suna , kiyoomi , atsumu ]
bf suna !
bf bakugou !
rich bf nanami ! [a single girly thing implied !]
kiyoomi & his introvert s/o !
best friend to lovers gojo !
househusband osamu domesticity ! [ ceo ! reader ]
dilf atsumu brain rot !
kiyoomi and his girly gf ! [FEM READER, IM SORRY):]
gojo and his chaotic but mature partner !
best friends to lovers with atsumu !
req:: don’t text me, don’t call me
[ atsumu miya, suna rintarou ] 🫧
college friend group w mikasa, eren and armin ! [ polyamory kinda implied if you squint ]
ask::kiyoomi’s love language !
accidental confessions ! :: smau
[ eren jeager and armin arlert ]
accidental confessions ! ::
[ levi ackerman and jean kirstein ]
lil kiyoomi drabble courtesy of bubble anon !
dream :: hinata shoyo [ 1k event !]
butterfly :: yamaguchi tadashi [ 1k event ]
wit :: tsukishima kei [ 1k event ]
bf gojo ++ hardworking s/o!
levi ++ sweetheart s/o !
rich bf nanami taking care of u<3 !
kiyoomi doesn’t like holding hands
mornings with hajime iwaizumi!
stoner suna blurb
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thicksimpx · 2 years
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Pairing : Rintaro Suna x Reader
Summary : a little bit of brain rot, a little hint of hate fucking if you squint .. you not his but you his .. y’all get it
Warnings : 18+ mature content, mature language, aggressive breeding , rough sex, spanking, fuckbuddies , recording
Tags - @festive (the requester 🫶🏽) @luffysthickwaifu @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @rinhoes @imperatorkhaleesi @bookwormsenpai @po3ticb3auty @ry0m3n @mizumikira @cherrykamado @ceeriusly-dumb @littlemochi @nyremei @simpliheavenli @hhawkz
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Suna wasn’t a man of much emotion or reaction, but the one thing that could always make him break character was you. Breathe caught in your throat, you knew what was coming - it was unfortunate that you didn’t have the will to explain yourself before he stood up and dragged you away.
“Mhm and tell me why you were flirting with him?” He asks large hand leaving a stinging slap across your ass echoing in the now empty restaurant bathroom.
Hands getting tighter around your throat as he pulls your back to him. “I asked you a question” he snarls
“I- wasnt flirting” you stumble over your words, mindlessly babbling every time his dick curved into a sweet spot. “I-I swear”
“Fucking liar, I saw you” Suna snaps through gritted teeth, thrusting so hard your breast bounced out of the top of your dress. As he let your throat go, you fell onto the sink, steadying yourself, trembling leg with 6 inch heels did not make a great pair.
Not giving you a chance to catch a breath he arches your back- chest flat on the sink and tugs on your curls ; picking your head up and making you watch - through teary eyes- as he relentlessly takes his anger out on your cunt.
You had to admit. Seeing Rin riled up, swelling with jealousy was the best. He fucked you like a whore while also being the love of your life - But you’ll never admit that. Cunt clenching from the few facial expressions you could see on his face through the mirror. Slanted eyes and a devious smile…. He wouldn’t.
“Rin, please” you begged through choked whines. “What if someone comes?”
“Don’t you want Samu to see you? To watch you get fucked stupid?”
“N-no” you whine again pleading with your ankles on fire. But your whining was in vain when that familiar flash of light reflected in the mirror.
“Be a good girl and cum again for Samu babe” he cooed. You would roll your eyes irritation if they weren’t rolling back in pleasure from the consistent spanking. Suna’s dick was perfect to you. It kissed and poked at spots you didn’t even know could be reached. Fucking into you so hard barely letting himself halfway out before he thrusts again, slamming his hips with so much force..
Every time you came you felt as if you couldn’t breathe any more, not that he would let you. You were a mess like he wanted. How dare you embarrass him by making him break character?
“Now tell Samu you’re my whore” he says angling the camera to the mirror.
“I-m your whore Rin” you sniffle.
“Good girl” he praises tossing his phone into the sink. Resting both arms on your shoulders, he relentlessly pounds into you grunting lowly as he pulled you into each thrust watching your ass clap. Ball tightening, he held back for as long as he could just to torture you. But now his goal was to fuck you so full of his cum you couldn’t bat an eye without it leaking out of you.
You felt his dick throbbing and muttered for him to pull out, but how could he with how tight you squeezed him? Milking him while he fucked you stupid.
Pulling out with a sloppy wet sound, he bent to slide your panties back up your body, spotting some of his cum on your inner thigh. Swiping it up with a finger and pushing it into your cunt with the rest.
Twitching and trembling you make yourself look presentable while Rin watched the video he recorded behind you. “Your not actually going to send that right?” You asked but all you got was a simple shrug. He knew better.
“You think you’re still going to be able to flirt and fuck around when you’re pregnant?” He asks with a devious smirk as you held in to him exiting the bathroom
“Pregnant?? Please” you chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not going to stop anybody from flirting with me Rinrin” you bop his nose and struct - as best as you can- off to sit beside a twin who just watched you get fucked.
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dushman-e-jaan · 11 months
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It’s from this individual, American (surprise, surprise?! Not really). And after reading this, deeply curious, you go to this person’s profile and find “leftist” in the description, some expected pot-shots at monarchy, and other mundane things. And you just ask yourself: how can any individual be leftist and have a take this bad?
And Little Mermaid sang:
Look at this take, isn't this shit-hot? / wouldn't you agree, his brain's full of rot? / Wouldn't you say that my take, this cool take’s got everything? It's got sound opinions aplenty / It's got the best rationale and great more / His got bits that not even rhyme accidentally/ Bad post, where's the poll? Ugh, I got nothing more...
(This isn’t an invitation to go to this fool’s profile and harass him; be mindful.)
Did someone not give him a memo about these hyper-militaristic states and their military industrial complexes that only exist to just…kill, kill, and kill some more; engineer conflicts to engage in more killing; and black-mailing the Daimyos through the said incursions to kill more yet again (Suna’s invasion of Leaf was a direct result of the Wind Country’s Daimyo threatening to cut Suna’s funding)? After all, those paychecks and military perks won’t happen themselves. After asking yourself all of these important questions, you reach the very easy, simple, and exact conclusion: most of you just “vibe” with leftism; you don’t use it to contextualize your reality and the fictional reality; and the end result is a take so bad that it stinks enough to make the hell-pit creatures belch out in revulsion.
No, let’s be honest: if Sasuke’s a terrorist, what does that make Kakashi, Itachi (who’s committed a genocide with full state impunity), Tobirama (the first architect of these terrorist states and human experimentation; Orochimaru followed in his footsteps; he never created these “ethical state-dilemmas”), Hiruzen (a passive aggressor), etc.? Hyper terrorists? Terrorists with “he wept whilst killing your people, and it made him very sad” American-ism clichés? Terrorists who fall into the trap of “good cop/military man versus bad cop/military man” stereotypes, when both the sides are still very much cops/military men, instruments to enact state brutality? What, exactly? This is a question the fandom refuses to answer, because the list is as endless as it’s fascinating: all the state actors commit acts of terrorism in their own interests; as in, the state offers them security in form of illustrious career options (in mass-killings), opportunity to attain the higher ranks in this business, and full impunity to carry out terror acts on the state’s behalf. If morality is to be judged on the basis of state supremacy, then you aren’t talking about morality; you’re referring to might that’s fit to make right whatever it deems as right; in that regard, whoever holds enough might, too, can rewrite the world as he sees fit, make it right, mold it in his own way. There’s no argument either way. Then what is the argument here? Puzzling, no?
And what is “leftism” in this (young) man’s perspective? A superficial “brand of equality for state-backed terrorists of all genders, race, and stature,” but something that “has to be within the bound of law”? (Basically, a not-so-clever version of “appoint more female prison guards at Guantanamo Bay, and the whole world would be drenched in leftism’s baptismal glory!”) Is terrorism not terrorism if it’s controlled, involves vested state-interests, and encourages mass-funding from civilized businessmen? You wear your coats and ties right, look very prim and pristine (flak jackets and headbands in this case), and you can’t fit a terrorist’s caricature? Your costume display and civility in speech decide your position on the “he’s mad, yo!” meter? This is a joke...right? By God, it has to be! Consecration of state bodies isn’t leftism as it establishes a system of hierarchy that establishes a set of absolutes for the hierarchies. And if you don’t operate within the chain, you’re no longer protected by the law, regardless of it never being in your favor (a problem the Uchiha faced and experienced extermination for). Then leftism becomes abiding by the law, an absurd distillation of all the complexities that would ever result in anti-state sentiments, incursions, or efforts, something done for your ease of understanding? Huh?
I’ve talked about this many times before on here, so I’d keep this short: these types of thinky-brainy takes from people like that are very repulsive, absolutely detestable, in fact. If you look at Leaf, there’s nothing particularly visionary about the Senju and their Ur Fascism-mimicking policies: they hailed from backwater, thuggish feuding-families and then they decided to curtail that through the state’s superficial brand of law and order, when it’s just the previous law, only now, everyone has to follow it religiously or face deadly consequences—not just their own clan. (They swallowed all cultures whole in the name of unified military Ur Fascism.) This terrible transition from war-mongering for balkanized small states to large state-bodies with far larger funding (facilitated through very wealthy patrons) inevitably ended up as an international war-machine that’s shown to be fully capable of inflicting mass-scale misery, with severe consequences for victims in the millions that last for decades. Ame’s entire arc has Leaf utilizing a poor village as its war playground, choking it up from all sides till the populace starved to death in the thousands, driving another nail into its scant chance at prosperity by pillaging what remained of its resources in the wars’ aftermath (do the western states’ “democracy ventures” into the middle east ring any bells? They ought to!), and then sending in more trained men (like Jiraiya) to never let it stand on its two feet. How does any of that translate into terrorist versus a faultless state body?
Then what’s terrorism here? Going against terrorism? If both sides are terrorists, then we’re back to the might makes right! argument. And if it’s an appeal to mercy, then what’s merciful here? Why’s the dismantling of this system that creates, sustains, and expands its sovereignty through a law-backed mass-butchery not the most merciful action to undertake? If so, then why isn’t Sasuke (or Nagato, Madara, or Obito) the right choice to end these villages’ reign of tyranny, through which every wanton act of unbridled terror is legalized, lionized, and lauded, rewarded through the status-quo’s perks?
What’s the solution here for any of this? Let it go on and change…the law? How? Hunger strike at leaf’s gates? Hope for the best? Create a jutsu-rock-band and appeal through “art”? That’s your leftism? These are the people who’re putting forward, regardless of your disagreements, tangible solutions to the sort of first-world terror-guised-as-law favoritism you see in the real world with America and its liberal exports of “democracy”, one drone strike and millions dead at a time! (And yes, these villages are direct parallels to the first-world, given that they’ve been referred to as extremely rich many times over in canon; it’s their power because of which they even hold the Kage titles, when other shinobi villages’ rulers don’t.)
What’s its equivalent? Beasts as WMDs? A weapon that holds enough power to make sure that the hegemony remains unchallenged? The threat of mass-eradication remains? If so, then why’s ethically wrong to take one WMD, or several, from them, match the threat with threat of equal measure? If it’s terrorism to respond to this passive and active aggression that promises an all out Armageddon in the wake of retaliation, something which is nigh biblical, given the power that these beasts hold? At this point, you’re not even obfuscating the fact that anyone who so much as puts a toe out of line, takes from the villages what they themselves employ, and responds with the same courtesy shown to them…is a terrorist. Then what’s the argument here? Why’s it suddenly an ethical argument, when it’s really an argument of a state law being supreme, hence, any act of transgression against that supremacy is on the side of unethical? Why wrap it up in ethics, emotionally manipulative “moral principles”, when none of these states operate on any principle of ethics?
And if war makes shinobi violence righteous, then the creation of conflict that’d lead to war and thus a response is also…righteous! And it blows my mind that something this simple has to be spelled out (to these fucking gibbons) as these militaries are nothing more than well-funded terror cells, only ones with detailed constitutional-esque laws to legalize the terror within the brackets of law. If that is your problem, the absence of law that makes it all right, might, and bright, then maybe, it’s a you problem, man!
These elemental nations are fucked up from top to bottom, with no limit to the depths of cruelties that they can sink to in their mad race to reach to the top of this military industrial complex: legalized slavery; child torture and cursed-seal branding; blockading a starving populace to drive it to death in the thousands, which brings to mind the very real parallels to Iraq, Yemen, and Palestine; state-backed ethnic-cleansing in response to a just relation over Ur Fascism’s salient features being used and abused to the full extent; use of sleeper cells to carry out extra judicial killings; engineering of conflicts to mass-kill in the name of state heroics; and there are still more left in this harrowing story.
You’re overlooking all of the above and, instead, are getting comically furious over Sasuke (of all the people) going over to Orochimaru (a man who was let off by Hiruzen, an engineer of genocide, in the aftermath of the tortures his protégé performed; but he was only cornered when he bared his teeth towards Leaf; he was experimenting on people, à la Tobirama, well before that, but he was never apprehended for it); killings of Samurai (when they didn’t present themselves as a neutral party; you aren’t neutral when you grant a sanctuary to terrorists that have lead the charge of mass-killings); and attacking his so-called “friends” (who serve the regime that’d practically orchestrated the ethnic-cleansing of his entire family; two of them shook hands with one of the perpetrators, Itachi, and buried it into the ground for the sake of realpolitick fascism). Am I taking crazy pills here? Is that where your anger is directed? None of the mass-killers, torturers, and the “heroes” of fascistic doctrines, like Tobirama (whose Edo Tensai is a shining example of an entire military-grade arsenal created out of torture; he’s a perfect CIA, Nazi, and Japanese military mad scientist stand-in, who experimented on many people, drove them to brutal deaths through colorful mutilations, in the name of state glory); but by God, none of this even irks you—it’s just Sasuke, a victim of these military aggressions. It’s actually an aggression against the perfectly by-the-book military terrorism that makes you…so mad!
And you could say, we live in a “shinobi society”, so men like Sasuke are just aberrations, ticking time-bombs that lend credence to the horse-shoe theory (which is nothing more than alt-right, centrist, and/or liberal propaganda and Vaush-esque pro-white-state philosophizing whilst he wears his leftist woke-motley; but we’d spare this man’s remaining brain-matter from overworking and making sense of the world—at last!); and I’d ask you: should they all turn themselves into showy hermetic state-actors like Itachi, ones who do nothing but turn up their nose at violence but go all-out with their pacifist dress-ups to commit ethnic-cleansings for greater goods—polish more shine on leaf’s name—make “military heroism great again”? Surely, some of you are totally fucking mad as this is a classic case of “putting a face on the villain to my hero architype” childish and acerbic pedestrian-ism every dull mother-porker is prone to! (This is excruciatingly stupid—goodness!)
What do you want people to do when the system ethically-cleanses, starves, butchers by the thousands and creates Sasukes, Nagatos, Madaras, Hakus, Zabuzas, Obitos, etc.? What do you do when it keeps creating them? What do you do when taking a more ethical position against the state gets you chewed up, spat out, and disgraced like Sakumo? What do you do? Showy optimism that puts a blindfold over fascism’s smiling star like Naruto? Stand by your state like Kakashi, no matter how it grinds through your own flesh and blood, even friends, a psychopathic apathy that never ends? Put your family, terrorized by a military system, through the state’s teeth, in fact, participate in its cannibalism to ensure its continued tyranny? Should they all just go with very vague, feel-good platitudes—be nice to each other, so that one day, surely, it’d all just go away? Fuck outta here!
Sasuke it is, then!
FIN
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shu-glue · 2 years
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ive never watched Black Lagoon but i have seen some scenes of Revy stealing Rock's cigarettes and the brain started to rot
imagine being one of suna's close friends at inarizaki after he got scouted. it's really not a case of you both pining for each other (yet) but you both are so, so comfortable with each other that you can be cuddling and touching in some ways but never shy away bc. its the norm. its innocent. its natural for the both of you.
one day, you see suna eating a chuupet like he always does during lunch, the tip of the half-empty jelly stick stuck between his teeth. it just so happens that it's your favorite flavor and suna knows it but when you ask him for some, he says its the last one (the sorry he attaches at the end is more teasing than apologetic)
tired of his teasing, you decide to swipe the chuupet from his mouth. it all happened so quickly, so swiftly, that it took suna a few seconds to register that you've stolen his precious jelly stick right out of his lips. it takes him a few seconds longer to realize that when you eat the jelly and return the now empty plastic to his mouth with a victorious grin, you've shared an indirect kiss.
you may be none the wiser, if your skipping away was any indication, but every time you and suna do anything "platonically" intimate from now on, he'll have to consider the rapid beating of his heart, the sudden red of his cheeks, and the widening of his usually sharp eyes to be part of that norm as well.
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lowkeyremi · 10 months
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im bored so i'll share my music with you guys
SUNA'S IS BASICALLY THE WEEKND, DOJA CAT, AND CHASE ATLANTIC BRAIN ROT LMAOO
this was a playlist i started abt three yrs ago, it's my life playlist ❤️❤️
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heich0e · 11 months
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suna is definitely a "friends do this all the time" type of bsf while osamu is a "this is what friends are for" type bsf lord it's been rotting my BRAIN
suna is an "oh i think i fell in love with you" kinda bffwb where osamu is an "oh i think i've always been in love with you" kinda bffwb
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