#but it's kinda sus how y'all only be focusing on them

[bleach-your-panties]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎black-coded reader if you squint, but anyone can read!

✨️warnings: modern university au (4years), jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), messy sex, kinda angsty, but happy ending. y'all should know by now, 18+ and mdni; it's nnn for pete's sake (who's pete?)

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊·🤎first time writing for geto!

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:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎5.1k words

▶️addiction - ryan leslie ft. cassie, fabulous

▶️my boo - usher ft. alicia keys

▶️who booty - john hart ft.iamsu

You and Suguru have been best friends since high school. 

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already. 

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing  of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program. 

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever." 

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick. 

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck. 

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…" 

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up. 

"Okay, I'm listening." 

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts." 

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked. 

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su." 

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester. 

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet. 

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone,  eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."  

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching. 

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school. 

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him. 

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session. 

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed. 

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple 

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him. 

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice 

The way that I like to have you around 

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better 

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break. 

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all  over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study. 

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person 

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about. 

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself. 

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work. 

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad. 

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'. 

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm. 

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in. 

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been. 

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch. 

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed." 

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in. 

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne.  He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close. 

"Stop calling me that." 

"Your name?" 

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. 

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

���It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?" 

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs. 

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me." 

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!" 

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?" 

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please' 

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it 

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it." 

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them. 

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break. 

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table. 

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you. 

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt." 

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention. 

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh, my 

My boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.." 

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?" 

Your reply was immediate: 

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me." 

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?" 

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name? 

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously. 

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go." 

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck." 

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence. 

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly. 

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves. 

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious. 

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

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*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

You know i cant help but feel like the reason there are hardly any fan theories in the mlb community is because everyone's so busy hating the show, and saying how they would change it etc, like that's literally what fanfiction is for. Or even better, if you don't like the way a show is playing out, make a story that you like. Like seriously mlb isn't even that bad. You know what was bad? Star vs the Forces of Evil. Y'all over here complaining about the direction of a story not going where you wanted it to go or not liking a character because x y and z etc etc. None of you know suffering. None of you know the absolutely decimating pain and anguish that is the svtfoe series finale. The last two seasons of a show that probably should have ended after the battle of mewni. The show with lore on top of lore that inevitably was destroyed because of shipping. Do you wanna know the worst part? Svtfoe was one of the best shows at the time, with a pretty decent fanbase (especially compared to su but we wont talk about that) and it is one of the biggest inspirations for me wanting to become a storyboard artist/character designer/something within that range of things. The painfully anticlimactic ending as well as the flat last two seasons was true agony for the soul. The only thing that kept me sane was my newfound conviction to create a better story out of spite.

Like seriously maybe it's because i only recently got into ladybug, but I can't help but feel like a majority of the fandom does not realize how good they have it.

Oh well. If nothing else the lack of fan theories has forced me to do digging on my own, and holy shit there is so much the fandom is overlooking because they're too focused on either shipping, or saying how they don't like x plot point. Like just the lore is really freaking intricate, and is embedded so deeply in the show.

Sometimes when i read peoples complaints, i wonder if we're even watching the same show. I will say in my opinion, the biggest problem mlb has is its pacing is horrendous. Also a lot of episodes need to be watched more than once to really be enjoyed. That is a huge failure that you never see anyone complain about. (Probably because im the only one crazy enough to watch these episodes over and over until my teeth fall out 🤡) if anything the fact that no one co.plains about it kinda proves my point. The episodes are written off as bad and or mildly entertaining, because on first watch they really are not good. But then when you rewatch them you notice things, they start to become good. Like no. Bad move writing team.

Anyways I'm just ranting to myself now. Soap box done.

[dudewtfwhy]

Y'all shout Free Palestine from the rooftops but don't give a flying fuck about Rohingya people in Myanmar or the Uighur Muslims in China.

Hmmm I wonder why🤔🤔

[thormanick]

So I read the descriptions of the Artifact, Weapon, Talent and One-Time Domains in Genshin because new weak is approaching and I am dreading my upcoming deadlines

Some conclusions I came to:

Artifact/Weapon/Talent domains’ descriptions mostly talk about stories from the past, particularly they often refer to the priests; the worshipping of a white tree; the hollow tree collecting the stories; people sharing their secrets/asking for wisdom from the tree. I particularly got interested by a phrase in one of Inazuma’s domains which said “perhaps lost causes and unforgettable loves may follow the veins of the earth and coalesce into the fruits of the court's white tree".

Mondstadt domains mostly talk about priests and the tree, or sharing knowledge with the tree, or the tree's ability to consume knowledge. I was intrigued by “Cecilia Garden” and Midsummer Courtyard/Sommernachtgarten because technically both imply a specific place for growing floral species by an ancient civilization (at any time in history Mond’s people will really like their flowers huh). I am specifically focused on the phrase “sea of white flowers” because that video narrated by Dain about Teyvat and Traveller’s journey exists. I also wonder whether Midsummer Courtyard was established after the fall of the first civilization and disappearance of Kairos bc it’s close to the Thousand Winds Temple.

Liyue domains are mostly centred around the adepti/Liyue’s overall history. Or they speak about Formulas (which I am not sure how to interpret - formula as in A Spell or formula as in mathematic/alchemical/medical formula (formula as recipe) or formula as physical (liquid?) object).

Inazuma’s domain on Talent speaks of heaven’s dome shattering ("mirrors shattered") and ocean’s level rising. /My only conclusion is that Celestia is sus./ Weapon domain speaks of "a foolish ruler who dreamed of building a high garden in honor of the white sacred tree over the primordial sands", which kinda brings it back to Mondstadt with its Midsummer Courtyard and Cecilia Garden. But the description of this domain also reminded me of that Parable from the Before Sun and Moon book collection because it speaks of the white tree and the garden and the gardener and the priest and all the rest. I think it's also interesting that such a gardening connection may be found here because Enkanomiya (which is under Snagonomiya in Inazuma region) seems to be directly connected to Mond (Thousand Winds Temple and all Kairos lore).

One-Time domains mostly speak about the characters that are prevalent in region's history/i think may be found in some in-game books or otherwise recorded lore collected throughout the game.

In conclusion,

Everyone is sus, it's all about Ley Lines, White Tree/irminsul and Kairos/Istaroth seems to be very closely connected. I now also think how the priests were worshipping the Trees (the elemental 4* crowns' lore), and Kairos is connected to the role of priest in the Parable, so yeah, they are connected somehow, the domains somehow process the knowledge of the people and condense them into helpful artifacts of various kinds???

Anyways, thank you for reading all of that, hope this was in any way interesting/helpful, see y'all later

[rollinsbabe]

Well, Since You Begged (Sami Zayn) - the reader suffers from an injury and her best friend Sami cares for her. Afterwards, Sami mentions feelings he has, leading up to some domineering Sami plowing her into next week

let me know what you think, y'all. also, i have tons of free time now, so i’m going to start taking requests. enjoy the read, hoes. it’s a long one, buckle up for the ride

WARNINGS: smut, language, spanking! 

“Get dressed. I’ll be over to your room in 10 minutes and then we’ll go get some food.” I reread the text from Sami one more time before finally pushing myself out of bed.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, groaning at my disheveled appearance. I didn’t sleep well last night and it showed quite obviously in my knotty hair and under eye bags. I combed through my hair vigorously with my fingers before giving up and throwing it into a messy bun. I peeled off my pajama shorts and walked into the bedroom to get some pants out of my suitcase.

When I was walking out of the bathroom, I rounded the corner too fast and the next thing I knew, the room was getting black and my body hit the floor hard and I was unconscious. 

***************

I heard a faint voice calling my name, but I wasn’t able to move or respond. A cool rush of water ran over my face and gave me the push I needed to wake up from whatever the hell had happened to me. I licked my lips and started getting the feeling back in my fingers. 

Whoever was sitting in my room with me grabbed my hand and pulled me into them, so I was leaned into a sitting position. 

“Deep breaths, take 5 of them,” a deep voice whispered into my ear. I could smell him now; I knew it was Sami and I obliged to his orders. After my deep breaths, I felt confident enough to open my eyes and was met with Sami’s worried eyes. I was still processing what happened so it took him asking what was wrong a few times before I could respond. 

“I-I don’t know,” I said. “I was coming out of the bathroom and I rounded the corner and everything just went black and the last thing I remember was hitting the floor.”

My whole body ached. I must have fell hard and fast onto the rough hotel room floor. I rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. That’s where it hurt the most, that much I was sure of. Even though I was knocked unconscious, I didn’t feel fuzzy or unnerved in that sense. My body just hurt.

“You probably tweaked your head funny. I told you that you needed to get that pinched nerve massaged out last night.” Sami glared at me, his facial features saying that he was right and I was wrong. “You idiot,” he added, just to prove my point. 

I looked behind him, focusing on anything but his disapproving gaze. I hated when my ego got too big for my own good and I didn’t listen to his advice. It made me feel as though I let him down and I hated letting Sami down. “I know,” I mumbled.

To my surprise, Sami let out a throaty chuckle. “If you weren’t so goddamn stubborn, girl.”

I smiled and shook my head softly. Glancing down at my hands in my lap, I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I never got the chance to put pants on. I blushed deeply, hoping that Sami, who was squatted over my body, was too distracted by my fainting to notice. 

Just in case he hadn’t, I chose to change the subject. “How did you get in here?” I asked, raising my eyebrows skeptically at my sweet ginger. 

He seemed to blush slightly before he answered me. “Well, I tried knocking on your door and calling your phone, but you didn’t answer either and I began to panic so I bribed the maid down the hall for her key so I could check on you.” He scratched at the back of his neck, bashful. 

I hit his arm playfully. “Sami Zayn! You dirty dog. Did you flirt with the maid for her key card?” I shot him a smirk and watched as the notorious animated man became insanely animated with a deep laugh. 

“In my defense,” he said in between breaths, “I did it for you.” We both continued to share an in-the-moment laugh when Sami brought his hand up to my face, pulling a loose hair behind my ear. His voice dropped in volume and his body language got serious. “I’d do anything for you.”

It took me a while to process what Sami said and the seriousness of it. Of course we’d said things like that, it’s what best friends do. It was always lighthearted and playful, unlike this time. My breath caught in my throat and Sami gave an uncomfortable fake cough before he stood up above me.

I laid back down on the floor so he was standing directly above my center, his feet on either side of my hips. I looked up at him from my position on the floor and I took the chance to bask in his beauty. He was in tapout pants and a grey hoodie and his hair looked unbrushed. I always thought he looked most handsome like this; he looked the most like himself. 

His glossy brown eyes stared down at me and a small smile played on his lips. I couldn’t help but smile when Sami smiled. His entire personality was contagious and I was definitely infected. Staring up at him from my place on the floor, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now.

Sami extended his hands to me and I reached out for them. He pulled me up in one swift move, but perhaps a little too quickly because our chests smashed into one another and our faces were just a few inches apart. I snaked my arms around him, a silent thank you. He returned the hug, but his hands landed a little lower than he anticipated and he flinched back when he grazed the bare skin of my ass.

I had forgot about my lack of pants, again, and the contact jolted me back to reality as well. We both took a few steps away from each other, Sami sheepishly looking everywhere but at me. I made no effort to cover up this time. After Sami’s comment, this seemed like my only chance to test the boundaries of our friendship without losing him. 

“You, uh…” Sami stuttered. “Um, you… I mean, I don’t know if you know this, but you, you don’t have any… um…” Sami’s gaze finally met mine for a few seconds and then his eyes trailed down my body and to my center, where he stared for longer than a friend would. 

I raised my t-shirt slightly, allowing more skin and underwear to be shown. I thought I heard Sami let out a small moan, but it was so low it might have been my imagination. I looked down at my lace white panties and thanked God for giving me the good sense to put these on after I got out of the shower last night.

“Yeah,” I laughed, playing with the hem of my shirt. “I kinda fainted at an unfortunate time.”

Sami took just the slightest step forward. “Not entirely unfortunate,” he whispered. He looked pained, like he wanted desperately to do something, but thought it was against his better judgment to do so. 

“Rami,” I murmured and then more clearly, “Just do it.”

He looked confused for a half of a second and then decided that my word of approval was the only thing that mattered. He took two bounding steps and grabbed either side of my face and kissed me hungrily. 

I brought my hands up and tugged on his hair and he let out a moan, walking me backwards so the back of my knees hit the bed and laid me down. His hands began to roam my body, starting at my thighs and teasing the waistband of my underwear before tugging my shirt over my head. He tossed his head back in pleasure when he took in my breasts, bare and ready to go.

“Strip,” I moaned in anticipation and he threw his sweater and joggers off faster than I’ve ever seen him move in my life. When we were both down to our underwear, he slapped my pussy and I cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that I felt.

“Fuck,” Sami growled as he ran a hand over his erection. “Scoot up further, now.” This was a different side than I’d ever seen of Sami and I was definitely turned on. I did as he asked and he leaned down and kissed me again, taking his time to bite down on my bottom lip.

He pulled away and slapped my pussy again, harder this time. I whimpered again, my hips bucking up to him. He stared down at me, lust in his eyes. “Do you like that baby girl? Do you like when I smack you?” I nodded my head yes, desperate. He smacked me again. “Say it.”

“I-I love it when you smack my pussy, Sami,” I breathed out breathlessly. 

He leaned down over me, attaching his mouth to my breasts. I arched my back, lessening the space between our bodies. My hands reached up to him, nails digging into the skin on his shoulder blades. His tongue swirled around my nipples and if he kept it up, I probably could’ve came right then and there. 

Soon his fingers were at the band my panties, teasing the area slowly. “Sami, please,” I moaned. He grabbed my face in one hand and forced me to make eye contact with him. 

“What do you want baby girl?” His voice was harsh and primal, which only added to the wetness pooling between my thighs. 

I brought a hand up, my fingers digging into his beard. “I want you to fuck me, Sami. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel it for weeks. Please, please please,” I begged.

“Oh, well, since you begged me.” He winked at me before pulling my underwear all the way off my legs and pulling off his own. My mouth watered and my chest tightened when his dick sprung up and slapped against his stomach. From the looks of it, Sami was packing some serious heat. 

He hooked his arms around my legs and pulled until my hips were hanging off the edge of the bed. He began to kiss up my thighs, the anticipation welling in my chest. I pushed my pussy towards his face and he slapped it again, causing me to squirm under his touch. 

“You don’t move unless I tell you to move. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good,” he said just before bringing his mouth down onto my clit. My right hand flung up into his hair, the other gripping violently at the sheets. He continued to lick and suck at my folds, pleasing me in every way possible. After a few minutes I felt my orgasm rise and I tugged even harder on his hair. 

“Oh my God, please Sami, I’m so close.” 

He moaned, sending deep vibrations into my clit, adding to my pleasure. He sucked harder and faster, inserting two fingers into me with ease. He pumped in and out of my pussy vigorously, focusing in on my little bundle of nerves.

“Come all over my face, baby girl,” He said against my skin. That’s all it took for me; my orgasm shook through my whole body, my walls tightening around his fingers. Sami kept kissing my clit, letting me ride out my high. 

When I was done, he pulled out his fingers and stuck them into his mouth, spending time to taste me on each one. The sight alone made me drip with desire all over again, so I dropped to my knees on the floor and grabbed Sami’s hard dick in my hand. He groaned and reached down to fist my hair. I flattened my tongue and dragged it across the underside of his dick, moving quickly and with a purpose. I began to suck the precum off the head of his dick, spending extra time there; slow, teasing. 

“Holy shit, baby,” he breathed out, closing his eyes. “You’re so good with that mouth of yours.”

I smirked before taking Sami completely into my mouth, the tip of his dick touching at the back of my throat. Sami began to use my hair to guide my head to his own speed. While he fucked my face, I reached up and grabbed his balls. 

Sami pulled out of my mouth immediately and I thought I did something wrong, but his face told me I was doing everything right. 

He pushed me back onto the bed and ordered me to get on all fours, which I did. He reached up and played with my nipples. I bucked my hips back into him, my begging and desperation quite obvious. He shoved my face into the bed and brought a hand down harshly onto my ass. The crack sounded through the whole room and I moaned into the comforter. 

“I said you only move when I tell you to, baby girl. You don’t know what you just brought down on yourself,” he said before thrusting his full length completely into me. I cried out and his thrusts got harder and faster. His hand occasionally came down on my ass and the pleasure was almost unbearable. 

“Oh fuck babe,” he moaned, leaning down to whisper into my ear. “I’m so close. Are you close?” 

Unable to speak, I nodded into the blanket. I could feel my orgasm getting close again. He pulled out and my body immediately ached for him. Much to my surprise and excitement, Sami sat up on the bed against the headboard and pulled me onto him, so that I was straddling his lap. 

“Ride me.”

I grabbed his cock in my hand and slowly eased him into me, taking it slow at first, allowing for the deeper penetration from position change to stretch me. I bounced and swerved on his dick and Sami grabbed my hips, helping me to move quicker. It didn’t take long before we were both throwing around curse words and each others names, our highs coming up quick. The thrusts grew messy on both parts and my breath was getting short.

“Fuck Sami,” I moaned into his neck, “I’m going to cum.”

He pulled the loose hairs around my face behind my ears and forced me to make eye contact with him. Looking at his face and seeing the love and lust there added to my arousal, being that one thing I need to push me over the edge. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he muttered.

I let myself go, my orgasm sending vibrations and pleasure throughout my body. “Sami!” I screamed and continued to grind my hips on his dick, my forehead pressed against his. He reached down and rubbed my clit, giving my orgasm another kick, my pussy clenching around him. 

“Oh fuck, babe,” he groaned, eyes focused on mine. “I’m going to cum.” And not a second later, I felt him release his load into me while he yelled my name.

I let him finish completely and then pulled him out of me, slumping against his chest. His arms wrapped me up and I had never felt more safe or electric in my life. He smoothed out my hair while I trailed my fingers along his skin, tracing the scar on his shoulder. We laid in the quiet for a long time, just enjoying the closeness. 

“Well…” Sami began. We both laughed and I pulled back to stare at him. “That was fun.”

I nodded, a big smile spreading across my face. “Yeah.” But then I took on a more serious tone. “Sami…I-I…” I stuttered, trying to find the appropriate words.

He placed both hands on either side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. This one was much slower and sweeter than the ones I had just experienced. 

“I like you,” he whispered when he pulled away. “I like you kind of a lot. I’ve wanted to say something since I met you.” He closed his eyes and his skin flushed red. 

It was hard to believe that the Sami that dominated me during sex just minutes before was the same Sami sitting here now, blushing while admitting that he liked me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him for another kiss… and then another and another. 

“Rami, Rami, Rami,” I chided. He beamed at me; I knew he loved when I used his real name. “I like you a lot too, you goob.” 

“Hey now, watch what you call me. You don’t know what names will turn me on yet.” He smirked at me and gave me a wink. 

“As long as you’re turned on, I don’t think I care when or where or what does it for you. That was quite the good surprise you gave me.”

It was true. No one had ever had me spent and turned on like that before. Sami flushed again and my heart swelled with adoration. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed the compliment off. “Let’s clean up and get dressed so we can go get some food. If I wasn’t hungry before, I sure as shit am now.”

I agreed and we both got to our feet. My phone pinged and I walked over to the dresser to check it. Now it was my turn to blush bright red, embarrassed by the message I read. 

Finn - Hey, can you animals keep it down next time? We share a wall, you know. Glad you guys finally did something though, congrats to you and Sami ;)