#(though if i met you in the street i'd definitely accuse you of being in cahoots with the banana lobby)

[thevioletcaptain]

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[valleyfthdolls]

Uhhhhhhh rewritten Kokona and Kizana thoughts under the cut

Both girls are daughters of Sonoko Sakanoue, but only Kokona really grew up with her. Kizana is the daughter of Sonoko and Daichi, and they ended up splitting not long after Kizana's birth. After Kokona was born to Sonoko and Kokona's father a year or so later, Daichi and his then-girlfriend Himeko Dereguchi, later his wife, took full custody of Kizana.

Both girls' families were well-off, but they weren't really close to each other, partially due to the custody situation as Himeko and Daichi had full custody of Kizana and Kokona's father and Sonoko had full custody of Kokona.

In this rewrite, Sonoko, unlike what YandereDev retconned into canon, didn't initially know that Ryoko was guilty. As a kid, she fully believed that Ryoko's drive to endanger herself to protect others meant she was a good person being unfairly thrown under the bus, and she was embarrassed by her mentor having accused Ryoko of murder to try to be as famous as Sonoko was for solving a murder case. As an adult, though, with years to stew on the situation, she realized that she has been manipulated along with the whole court, and that Ryoko had killed all those girls.

All of that to say, Sonoko was pretty protective of Kokona. If she'd known Kokona was befriending Ayano, she would've told her to stay away, but she died before they met. She'd been told once or twice to "be wary of her", but Kokona had chalked that up to her mom being paranoid.

Kizana always felt the need to outdo Kokona, but Kokona was always a bit suspicious of Kizana's extravagance and wanted to see her as a normal person. Most of her whole "no one gets to imitate my unique style" thing is her seeking to police Kokona and feel superior to her, not because Kokona is actually imitating Kizana.

Kizana is a bully herself, which would make it easy to turn certain students such as Hosho and the gyarus against her to bully her.

I think about 50% or less of Kokona joining the drama club year-round was an actual interest in acting, and 50% or more of it was that she wanted to get closer to Kizana after their mom died. They're not at all close, and Kizana thinks the tie between their lives was severed when Sonoko died, but Kokona knows that it's not that simple and wants to use this shared trouble to bridge the gap between them.

They definitely don't see each other as sisters- Kizana sees Kokona as another version of her, and Kokona sees Kizana as that girl across the street you were always expected to try to befriend by your parents- and I don't think that changing that is Kokona's intention behind trying to reach out. I think she just figures Kizana needs someone who gets it as much as she herself does.

The fact that Kizana's canon elimination has been implied to be crushing would definitely mess up Kokona. I think that'd probably damage her sanity as well, as she'd suddenly start to question, was this my fault? Could I have stopped this if I'd tried harder? Did I cause it by trying too hard? Not as much as if they'd actually been close as siblings, but seeing someone you wanted to reach out to die is still not a fun thing to do.

Kizana goes by Kizana Dereguchi even though her legal name was first Kizana Suzuki. It's mostly because of the prestige and wealth associated with the Dereguchi name, whereas Suzuki is a very common surname.

Kizana's pale hair and eyes resemble her dad, though her hair tone (bluish) is more like her mom. Kokona's eyes resemble her mom, with her hair being more a mix between her mom and dad. Kizana's pale eyes also make her look like Himeko's biological daughter.

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(The Eddie gif was too perfect not to use.)

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Marcus Pike x f!reader

Smut.🔞 Lots and lots of female receiving oral. P in V sex. Swearing.

A wild night at college with Marcus. Written for @sturkillerbase, thank you for the support.

"So you've never kissed him? Fooled around a little?"

"No!"

"Definitely a missed opportunity, that man would do anything for you. He would definitely moisten your dry spell."

"Stop it."

"What?! Don't you find him attractive? All brown eyes and broad shoulders. Mmmm."

"I didn't say that."

"Plus he's totally boyfriend material. Sweet, caring."

"Exactly, that's why he's usually someone's boyfriend. He only split from Anna last week."

"So he needs rebound sex. Perfect."

"Not with me he doesn't."

"Why not? Don't you think your friendship will survive seeing each other naked?"

Truth be told, you didn't think you would survive seeing him naked. Marcus had always been attractive but when you first met he was a little awkward, his style was a little dorky. Now, several years later he was confident, his style suited him. His thick hair no longer side combed over his forehead, it was shorter, the natural curl made it stand up off his head. Perfect from carding your fingers through to hold him in place while...nope, this is Marcus. Marcus, who got lost, even with a map, trying to find his dorm the night you met. Marcus, who literally bumped into you despite you being the only two people out. Marcus, who confessed to feeling just as in over his head as you and suggested you help get each other through until the end of the year. Marcus, who kept his word. Marcus, who carried on supporting you through each year. Through every tough assignment, through the social minefield of college, through every bad date and heartbreak. If you didn't have him, you had no idea what you would have done.

Yes, Marcus Pike was boyfriend material but he could never be your boyfriend material. You were so woven together the thought of losing him was too much.

Friendships are move forgiving than relationships. Once you're whole heart is in something it's much easier for it to be broken. You had both learned that the hard way. Better to stay was friends.

The party had started to wind down. It wasn't particularly late but a lot of people had gone to a wilder party at Stevenson Hall. Including Cassie so Marcus walked you back to your building, just off campus.

"What was with Cassie tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno she kept staring at me. I saw her talking to you and keep looking over at me. She asked how I was feel after Anna. Then she suggested I get laid to get over it. She's not normally that interested in me."

It's not like Cassie didn't get on with Marcus, they were just very different. Your own friendship with her was definitely opposites attract. She made a great room mate though. You agreed on the core thing but the differences in you lives made you schedules compatible. Basically, she was hardly home but paid half the rent.

"Who knows. She'd had a couple of those purple shots. I have no idea what was in them."

Marcus stopped in his tracks. It took a second for you to realise. Turning back to face him you were met with an accusing stare. "What?"

"I know when you're lying remember. If I did something to offend her, I'd rather know."

"No! I mean you didn't offend her. She was just kidding around, making fun of me."

"Why?"

The blush that rose on your cheeks could be seen even in the dim light of the street lamps. Marcus stepped closer. "You know you can tell me anything. Unless you really don't want to. Just let me know you're okay and we'll never talked about it again."

Did he have to do that? Be so sweet and supportive? It twists your insides, you would do anything for him when he was like this. That's what made you blurt it all out. "I haven't had sex for a while and she suggested that we're such good friends that you could help me with that."

Marcus's face went blank for a moment. You heart was beating so loud you were sure it was echoing off into the darkness surrounding you.

"Would you...is that something you would want?" His tongue darted out of his mouth chasing the words. It made your brain stutter.

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean..." With that the heavens opened. The two of you sprint the rest of the way to your building. Bundling together under the orning as you fumbled with your keys. A warm hand covered yours, guiding the key to the lock. The imagery wasn't lost on you, it sent a shiver up your spine. Marcus was pressed completely into your side. Tilting your head up, your eyes locked for a moment. A moment that stretched out. The rapid drumming of the rain seemed to slow and fade. The air became charged. Every sense honed in on something new. The scent of the wet grass, the faint buzz of the lamp over head, the hairs on you skin standing on end, the deep brown of Marcus's eyes, inviting you to fall into them, the rain water invading you mouth as you parted your lips in a parched sigh.

Everything else crashed back into you consciousness when his lips touched yours. Everything suddenly overwhelming. Even sense, every feeling. You were awash in it all, Marcus was your only anchor. You clung to him as he pressed you up against the door. His lips moving against yours as he molded his broad frame to you. One of your hands found his hair then other his lower back. His hands circled your waist and gently gripped the back off your neck. Everything outside of his touch was lost to you, even time. You had no idea how long you had been letting him steal the air from your lungs. Frankly, you were happy to stay here forever.

Even an ear splitting crack of thunder wasn't enough to break you apart. All it did was move the two of you haphazardly inside. Marcus managed to open the door without moving from you. It was only once you were inside, when your shoes slipped on the wet floor, did he move away. Only for a moment, to lift you up until he could wrap your legs around his waist. Pinning you to the nearest wall, you both groaned as his erection grazed your folds. Pushing himself forward between you legs he repeated the motion. By the fourth pass of his hips the two of you were completely lost, committed to dry humping in your communal hallway. He felt so good against you, you weren't even sure you would ask him to stop if someone walked in.

He applied just enough pressure with each thrust. His lips still glued to yours between pants and moans. Only when you both got close to climax did his lips leave yours. They moved to your neck as buried his head there. His large hands found your ass pulling you closer. He ground into you now, his paced quickening. The pleasure was all consuming, you didn't even notice an orgasm building. Marcus's stutter moan of you name as his hips halted, cresting it's build. Chanting his name, the pleasure unwound from you centre.

After a moment, Marcus gently lowered you to the ground. "Guess we better go get cleaned up." He smiled sheepishly as he turned towards the stairs to your apartment. At first you though he felt bad about about the whole thing until his finger tips found yours, slowly his hand slipped into yours, pulling you along.

Half an hour later, after you had both showered, separately. You sat on the couch.

"I'm sorry if..."

"Sorry I..."

You both blurted apologies in unison. Followed by a burst of uncontrollable laughter that cleared the air.

"I hope that was OK. I don't know what came over me. I haven't done anything like that since I was a horny teen." Marcus grinned wistfully. Life had gotten in the way of simply chasing pleasure.

"It was more than OK." You grinned back at him. "I know what you mean. I was the one that brought it up. I knew you would have stopped if I asked."

"Totally."

"So we're all good."

"Good."

Then was a moment of relatively comfortable silence.

"So...was that enough for you..?"

You blinked owlishly at him. "Sorry, just you said you hadn't had sex. Sorry maybe I'm a little too comfortable around you. We normally talk about everything but maybe this shouldn't be something we..."

"No, it's fine. It was actually kind of nice, the comfortable friendship aspect. I felt safe with you. I wasn't worried about you judging me. I could just focus on the good stuff."

"Yeah. I get that."

Another moment of silence. It was you who broke it this time. "No." His head whipped to yours. "To answer you question from earlier. It wasn't enough." Damn your brain. This was not a good area to be delving further into. At least there were boundaries set. You hadn't fell into bed together in a flurry of passion. You had asked your friend for help. He had made you come as a friend. You knew what he sounded like at the moment of climax, as a friend. You wanted him to take you to your room and fuck you senseless, as a friend. This was completely fine. College was a time of experimention. Who better to experiment with than a good friend. Right? It was fine.

"Do you want to...."

"Yes! If you want..."

"Yes."

"OK."

"OK. Do you have any protection? I didn't bring any."

Practical Marcus was one of your favourites. He always made you feel grounded.

"I do. I'm also clean and on the pill."

Marcus adjusted the bulge in his pants at that. "Marcus, do you want to...without a condom?"

"I'd like to know what it feels like but I've never trusted someone enough."

"Perks of having sex with a friend. Trust and no judgement."

"In that case can we try something else I've wanted to do?"

The thought of him telling you something that he wanted in bed made you wet. "W-what do you want to...?"

"Nothing crazy. Just my sex life pretty much consists of missionary and her on top. I'd like to...." The blush that crept on his cheeks was adorable. He could of asked to rail you in the middle of campus in broad daylight right now and you would say yes. "Could we do it doggy style?" He cringed as the words left his mouth, that made the whole thing more endearing. "Yes, we can fuck like dogs." Another bout of tension easing laughter racked the two of you.

"What about you? Is there anything you want?"

At his question you curled in on yourself. "Hey. Come here." He eased you across the couch and onto his lap. "Safe friendship sex remember?"

"Would you...use your tongue on me?" He swallowed thickly before nodding at your request. "Also, I've never been able to give myself more than one orgasm. I feel too overwhelmed. I've always thought if someone else kept going they could..." The embarrassment returned. Marcus leant forward gently to kiss it away.

The next few moments were achingly gently and slow. You helped each other remove you clothes. Surreptitiously, you checked each other out trying not to stare. That was particularly difficult as you tried to work out how Marcus was going to fit inside you. With the lightest of touches he guided you to lay on your bed before settling between your legs. A long lick between your folds had you throwing your head back into the pillow. Your hips chased his warm mouth. Two strong hands gripping your hips before moving to your lower belly, holding you down. After a few more long licks, he slipped his tongue inside you. The warm, strong muscle stroked your walls as your hands threaded into his hair. One of his hands left your belly to hold you open, once you clit was exposed to him, his tongue rolled and swirled around it. You had never known a feeling like it. It was so intense, it only to took one suck of your clit to make you come. A soundless scream ripped from your throat, as your body curled around his head. His tongue dropped back down your enterance, almost as if he was drinking from you. Before you came down from your high completely, he was lavishing your clit with attention again. The intensity of it threatened to shatter you. At this point you would normally stop touching yourself but you trust Marcus completely. You felt free to chase the intensity. The second time the scream that left you was a loud almost primal one. The third time, when he inserted his fingers just as you were getting close, your screamed his name. The forth time, he curled his fingers just right and a slew of profanity left you.

"Marcus, Marcus. S-stop." You managed to gasp out.

"Are you okay?" He finally lifted his head from between your legs. His lips were puffy from use, shiny from your slick. His hair was tousled from your touch. He looked beautiful.

"Yeah, just..." you couldn't even finish the sentence you just gave a happy sigh and relaxed your heavy body back into the mattress.

"If you've had enough. We don't have to...."

"No, I want to." I want you.

He smiled, the one that lights up his whole face. Touching you as if you were fragile, he rolled you over, easily, since your body was like jelly.

Once you were on your front he got on the bed behind you. With care, he lifted you hips until you raised your knees up the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him. "Ready?" He asked stoking your lower back.

"Yes."

The aching slowness returning as he slide inside you. You soaked walls offering little resistance to his thick length.

"Jesus. Fuck." He eventually growled. Pride swelled in your chest at the effect you were having on him. "Baby, I need a minute. I don't want to come straight away."

Tears pricked at your eyes. Marcus always called you pet names. A habit he picked up from his grandmother. 'Baby' was new. It felt more intimate than any other name he gave you. Trying to stay still, you suppressed a sob. How had you been so stupid? How did you think that you could have casual sex with a man that you were hopelessly in love with? Marcus's cock dragging out of you before slamming back in helped you box up all of those feelings. This felt incredible. Just focus on the stretch of his cock. The sound of his moans. The muttering of you name in that sinful voice.

"Marcus, you feel so good. So big."

"I think that's because you're so tight. Opened you up so much but you're still so tight. Fuck." He bottomed out again. "Can I go faster? Harder?"

The yes that left you was less of an agreement more of a plea. As soon as it hit his ears, he picked up the pace. His gripped his hips as he pound into you. He made you come just from his cock. Which had never happened to you before. You were still processing it when you came again. This time Marcus followed his come filling you. Ropes and ropes pulsed out of his cock, buried to the hilt inside you. For a blissful moment he slumped over you, holding you from behind.

"We should get you cleaned up." It was a sweet sentiment than ended with him fucking you in the bathroom. Your leg thrown up on the counter as he entered you from behind again. This time you got to see his face contoured in pleasure in the mirror. He was gorgeous as he fucked you with wild abandon. His fingers found your clit as he pounded into your g spot. When you came you squirted all over his cock and the counter, another first. This lead to him sitting you up there to clean you with his tongue.

The sun was coming up by the time you were actually cleaned up and showing Marcus the door.

"So we're good right?" He asked as he stepped outside.

"Yeah. It was fun. What's a one night stand between friends? We're fine."

As you stepped back inside, eyeing the wall he made you come against you knew you were a million miles away from fine.

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