#hello kitty is on thin fucking ice

[sozila]

convalescence. (sukuna x reader)

synopsis: convalescence noun. time spent recovering from an illness or medical treatment; recuperation. ryomen s. itadori was a disease that infected every part of your life, and you didn’t notice until it was too late.

pairing: best friend's older brother!ryomen s. itadori x pre-med uni student!fem reader.

warnings: explicit content eventually, mdni. mentions of sexual assault.

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a/n:

i'm so sorry this took literally forever to release! i was writing parts of the nanami fic and this chapter simultaneously, and then got really busy in between :( as an apology, wc for this chapter is 7.3k!! biggest shoutout to @beeh-ive, my one and only beta reader <3 ilysm and you are my iv, my lifeline. mwahs. anyways i hope you enjoy!!

ao3 link here.

incubation. (part three)

sukuna kept the hello kitty band-aids you gave him in his wallet. 

he had no intention of using them, though he kept telling himself they were there if he needed some in an emergency. if that was the case, they wouldn’t be sitting in the photo pocket where he could see anytime he opened his wallet. 

what he forgot was that anyone else could also see them in his wallet, in all their flashy pink glory. that brings him here; when he begrudgingly pulls it out to pay for gojo’s food and he hears the brat start ooh-ing at the sight of them.

“aww ‘kuna, when were you gonna tell me you got a girl?”

he prods around sukuna hoping to sneak a glance at any other evidence. albeit sukuna didn’t hold anything else of yours, he sure as hell didn’t need fucking gojo knowing anything. before he could continue with his trifling, the cafeteria attendant hands sukuna his card back and he shuts the wallet with a quick slap, thrusting the tray into the over-curious man.

“shut the fuck up and eat your damn food. moocher,” he grumbles under his breath as he walks far ahead of gojo, who was skipping behind him like a satisfied child. satoru knew that the band-aids could just be a fluke, but he knew better than to overlook such a detail if it gave headway to bothering his grumpy friend. you think satoru gojo would miss the detail of seeing you on his motorcycle that night? no one was allowed to ride with sukuna minus his family. all he knew now was that he kept an eye peeled for you, the girl that sukuna threw punches for a couple nights ago. 

geto’s eyes flick up from his phone when the two reach the table he and shoko were already sat at and nods in greeting. “got my fries, bossman?” sukuna slides a container of fries to shoko and she puts her palms together in thanks towards him, already digging in. 

geto turns to the older itadori, brows knitted. “i didn’t want to grill you at the house, but todo found out about the mahito shit.” sukuna rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, sinking more into the chair. “you saw what the fucker did. you think i was gonna let my little bro’s friend get felt up by a frat brother?” geto sighs and puts his phone on the table. “i let you get some in because he touched her. but it’s not a good look when other frats saw an upperclassman beat up his younger out of the blue. todo says he’ll let it slide because of the circumstances, but next time, he’s gonna call an advisory meeting.” 

sukuna was irritated beyond belief. so sukuna was on thin ice, and mahito was facing nothing because he got his shit rocked? he scoffed. this was the exact reason he couldn’t be on the executive board for the organization. “whatever, man. i would’ve done the same even if it wasn’t a brother.” geto nods solemnly. “as a person and your friend, i don’t see anything wrong, trust. but as the vice, i have to tell you this so you’re aware. rules are shitty, i know that the most,” 

geto seemed genuinely apologetic so sukuna lightened up a tad. as the year had progressed, he could tell geto was getting fed up with dealing with social events and conflict resolution at the fraternity house. sukuna was surprised that todo was also slipping in his spirits, considering how proudly he boasted and enacted his duties as fraternity president. there’s no way he was able to make the decision to warn sukuna without feeling bad. todo was big on making the “respect women” rhetoric heavily enforced amongst them– so sukuna boiled it down to the answer that the panhellenic caught drift of the fight and made a push on todo. it checked out. the main board always did drown out scandals and washed blood from the hands of their brothers, unfortunately. therefore, sukuna was grateful this was his last year in the wretched organization as an active. he was only here because his grandpa was an alum anyways. 

“yeah, i don’t give a fuck about that consequence bullshit, geto. mojito got his ass kicked for touching up a girl, the end.” shoko pipes up, not looking up from her food.

satoru bursts into a cackle, his drink spitting out a little. “shoko, his name’s mahito!” 

she gives him a grimace of disgust. “the fuck? mahito, mojito.. bitches need to get better names, i swear to god.”

“...and then megumi told him to eat a dick, can you believe it? i think the guy was too embarrassed to say anything after that–” 

yuuji was raving about something that happened in his design class that you thought was just so yuuji of him to find hilarious. you laugh at his recreation of the scene, only to stop with the sight you caught from across the pavilion.

it was a familiar 6 foot 5 inches of black leather and faded jeans. your cheeks heat at the memory of your last exchange from the past weekend. his hands brushing yours, your eyes watching the drop of his eyelashes, your lips inches from his enough so you could feel his warm breath– you had to shake the thought away. it was inappropriate to assume that anything was even going to happen. you notice sukuna wasn’t alone. he was walking with the same brown haired girl from the party. the pretty one in the little black dress, you remember. she was in deep conversation as they walked, and sukuna seemed awfully in tandem with her. 

what, why did you even care? it wasn’t like you harbored any interest in the older itadori anyways. he was bad news all around, too brash for your liking. did you forget how every person you knew thought he was an asshole, save for his brother? he’s only ever insulted you! you bet he took you home out of necessity, you would imagine he’d get a scolding from yuuji if he found out sukuna could have helped you and didn’t. he was nothing more than your best friend’s emotionally-constipated older brother. 

but.. you didn’t let your brain register that your heart sank at scenarios in your head between him and that cooler girl. she was definitely more fitting to sukuna’s type, you were sure. her style was more mature, and aesthetically matched his. she wore demonias and you had a collection of mary janes. she probably didn’t even own any pink glitter ribbons, like the ones you liked to wear. 

“aww, you always do this! are you even paying attention to me?” you snap out of the gloomy bubble you were ruminating in. you were too focused on a man that didn’t even appear in the same social circles as you, how pathetic! you had bigger things to worry about, too. your shiny new internship was waiting for you. yuuji gave you a whiny tug and leaned his head on your shoulder, enlisting a chuckle and shove from you. he truly had the face of a puppy. “okay, okay! you have my full presence now, you big baby.” yuuji beams at you with a goofy grin. he continues on, animatedly, distracting you from the revelations you’d made. what you didn’t catch was that he followed your line of vision when your mood dropped, and was well aware it had something to do with his brother..? he had every intention of finding out why. 

the both of you enter the lecture auditorium and you tap into your rhythm again, forgetting your gloom. physics was easy for you to lose your brain into as the subject was satisfying once you got the hang of it. on the other hand, yuuji found it unnecessarily confusing and ended up needing your help from time to time. after the three hour lecture, your professor informed the class that you were to work on a project that weighed a quarter of your grade for the course. it was allowed to have a partner, but you could work individually if you wished. while you preferred doing such high-risk assignments by yourself, you couldn’t say no to the same puppy face that mouthed pleads to you. when you pack your things and go down to write your choice on the professor’s clipboard, you add “yuuji itadori” next to your name. “did i ever tell you i love you more than nobara and megs? you should know that,” he loops an arm around your neck and ruffles your hair, tousling the hairdo you had it in. you chortle. “you owe me like, thirty coffees.” “heard loud and clear, cap’n!” you decide that it would be best to start working right away and yuuji tells you they should work at his place so he could shower you with snacks and things (look at him, already living up to his deal). obviously there was no way in hell you’re passing that up, and you get to hang out with your lovely best friend for another couple hours. a total win-win.

10:00 P.M.

whoever said this was a good idea was a big fat liar. you were on the fifth reiteration of the same problem you were trying to explain to yuuji and he looked like his brain was going to spontaneously combust from the words you were throwing at him. “wait, what do you mean hooke’s law applies here?! i’m so loooost!” he threw his hands up in defeat and slumps on the coffee table, face mushed into the glass.

“we need to take a break or i might die…”

you sigh and shut your laptop. “me too. i think i forgot what i said as soon as i told you.”

you pick up an unopened bag of doritos and toss it to yuuji’s head. “nothing like red 40 to clear your sadness, though,” he moans in agreement and reaches for the bag, his head still stationary to the table. you dig in the tray of snacks for a packet for yourself when you hear the front door unlock.

in comes the same leather jacket and faded jeans, along with a bunch of grocery bags in each hand. they looked extremely heavy altogether, but he seemed to carry them with no real effort. he sets them on the kitchen island and peers at the two of you in the living room. sukuna’s face shifts slightly when his eyes land on you. you turn your head away with a jolt.

“got your shit, yuu,” he calls.

the younger itadori lifts his head finally to look for his brother, throwing him a thumbs-up.

you pretend to be immensely busy with your search for chips when you felt him walk by, and out of the corner of your eye you could see him glance at you as he goes up the stairs.

of course he would stop by when you were trying to forget about his existence. but again, why did you care?

yuuji peeks at both of your reactions and frowns. he didn’t like this one bit. at best, sukuna was just being his usual rude self to you. at worst, something was happening between his best friend and his older brother… eughhh. the thought made him writhe a little. he knew that nothing good would come out of it for either of you. growing up with a brother like sukuna.. he knew how he could get. 

“i hate you so much! you’re pushing dad away!” sukuna throws the first thing he sees at the woman in front of him. her eyes are dim with guilt. “ryomen, you know it’s not like that..” her words fall in nothingness, and she falters. what could she say? her red fingernails fumble with the button on her suitcase. “you’re throwing us away! you’re leaving me and yuuji for that ugly stupid man!” he screams in anger, but tears are flowing heavily over his bruised face. yuuji watched as his brother berated their mother, helpless. he wanted to tell him to stop, that this was too much.. he shut his eyes tightly and imagined the day before, when they were going out for ice cream instead. the giggles they had, his mother wiping his chubby chin with her sleeve, the game of hide and seek he and his brother shared at the neighborhood park. “yuuji, my messy boy,” his mother cooed, eyes crinkling with a smile. her blouse billowed with the summer wind. heavy footsteps broke the evocation, and from the crack of the door he saw another figure. no! he clamped his tiny hands over his ears until they went white, knees to his nose. the smell of his mother’s perfume in the dark closet helped him go back– to tune out the muffled sounds of fighting. the voices of his mother, his grandpa, and that man ebbed away. slowly, he drifted, his mind crystal blue.. the only thought left was the taste of chocolate and his mother’s soft caress; a silent requiem.

yeah, fuck that. and fuck him for trying to mess around with your head.

yuuji throws a dorito at you. you make a sound of annoyance and throw one of your own in retaliation. he giggles. “wanna go get banana milk?” you stretch your arms above your head with a yawn, cracking your fingers. “yeah, we could use some fresh air.” he hops up immediately and goes to put on his shoes. “hey, ryo, we’re going to the convenience store for milk, be back soon!” he yells from below the stairs. you hear him give a grunt of acknowledgement from above and you both make your way to take your minds off things. it wasn’t just physics that lay heavy on your hearts.

as soon as sukuna’s saw yuuji’s text that he would be studying with “a friend”, he was already speeding through his last repair at the shop. choso, his cousin-slash-coworker, nearly yells at him with the speed he was screwing the bolts back in on the vehicle. no matter. he’d done this same shit a million times over, it was like clockwork. he changed out of the oily uniform and got on his bike before he could get a proper scolding. he shoots a reply.

“bringing groceries. be there in 20.”

he tucks his phone away before yuuji could deny him. and just like that, he was lumbering to the elevator of yuuji’s complex with a giant load of bags in each hand. it was insanely efficient, if he said so himself( sukuna was conveniently leaving out the part where he switched out his bike and borrowed satoru’s camaro to make the aforementioned grocery trip, but he digresses). 

he entered the apartment with a little difficulty, but it was worth it when he saw the mary janes sitting neatly on the shoe rack.

when he sets the bags on the counter, he looks to the living room to see you looking at him with that gorgeous face of yours. something about your complexion was so naturally saccharine, like you radiated sunlight.

he raises his hand to give a small wave but falters midway seeing your expression flip, snapping away from his gaze with your face flushed with an emotion he couldn’t decipher.

sukuna was mildly confused. weren’t you on new terms since that night? not even a bit?

“got your shit, yuu,” the kid throws a thumbs up.

as he takes off his jacket, he finds himself glancing repeatedly at your now-nervous form. he couldn’t help feel a little irritated. sukuna was seemingly the only one exempt from your natural state, for whatever reason(sukuna’s aloofness to the fact 1. you both met officially only two weeks ago and 2. the amount of times he’s argued with you, was borderline insane). 

you were wearing a different set of ribbons today, a pale lavender in hue. he wondered how many more were in your collection. the outfit you wore was simple but flattering, albeit he couldn’t see it properly.

a chuckle rumbles his throat when his focus shifts to see your face was almost entirely inside the tray of chips, doing anything to avoid small-talk he assumed.

his brother was slumped on the other side of the table as well, and he just shakes his head. it always was hard to tutor yuuji, the little brat was just so hyper. he says a silent prayer for you and walks up the stairs without another word.

he’d talk to you tonight eventually, he would make sure of that.

the street was mostly empty and dark, save for the streetlights marking your path back. the trip was fairly short but you and yuuji were walking at a leisurely pace, sipping on the tiny drinks. yuuji hesitates to ask you about sukuna, so he settles for talking about the party. 

“so how’d you like the party? i was totally shitfaced, so i never got to ask you,” he joyfully perked up. you sigh and look at him with a small accusatory smile. “yeah, you totally left me in the dust, whore. the party was okay, i guess. i did meet this cool guy,” you began. 

yuuji ooh’s and bumps your shoulder with his. “well, don’t just say that and stop! tell me more,” he eggs you on in a lilty tone. “actually, he said he knew you. his name was suguru,” yuuji snaps and shakes a finger in the air. “yeah i do! he’s super chill, one of sukuna’s frat brothers. he’s the vp for the fraternity!” your eyebrows lift in surprise a little. “oh wow. i didn’t know he was the vp,” you murmured, taking the information in thoughtfully. so suguru was more than just affiliated, he was practically running the show. and he was close with sukuna, which was kind of unfortunate. so much for having an interest in someone decent. “yup! he doesn’t seem the type, but he does a good job. or so i’ve been told by gojo and ryo,” he laughs, taking another sip. 

“sooo… anything i missed at the party?” you were hoping he wouldn’t ask, but you assumed it would’ve come up eventually. you nod and sigh, looking up at the dark sky. yuuji slows down to a stop, brows cinched together. “something bad happened?” his voice drops to a lower, more serious tone. 

“when you guys left, i ended up bumping into this really sleazy guy.. i guess he was trying to flirt with me?” you began. 

yuuji looked visibly enraged, his eyes twitching. “go on.” 

“he didn’t end up doing anything crazy because megumi came, but he did.. grope me.” you mumbled. 

this was so stupid, you genuinely wanted to forget it even happened. you hadn’t put a ton of thought on the event until you recounted it, and it left a pit in your stomach. 

yuuji crushed the milk carton in his hand and started walking faster. “i’m calling suguru and figuring out who the fuck that was, there is NO WAY–” 

your eyes widen as his usually innocent and sunshine personality switches to an aggressive demeanor. you catch up to him and stop him from starting a second round of fighting. man, maybe yuuji was related to sukuna– the way both of them reacted instantly was too alike. 

“wait! oh my god, hold on!” your hands push into his chest and he looks at you incredulously. “he got beat up at the party! he got what he deserved,” yuuji looked properly confused. 

“megumi never told me he beat up someone, what?” 

“it wasn’t megumi, yuu! it was sukuna.” 

his face dropped the confusion and something unreadable replaced it. “...oh, i see. he saw that shit happen to you then?” 

your face blanched. you didn’t think about that. did sukuna just watch you get assaulted? you wracked your brain to figure out the chronological order of events, but the adrenaline in the memory made everything a blur. “i.. i don’t know, maybe!”

yuuji’s face hardened.  “and he did nothing to stop it?” 

you had to defend sukuna, he literally beat up the slimeball for you. there was definitely something you were missing, but you didn’t know what. your voice was wavering. “megumi stopped it, so it’s fine, yuu! can we drop it now? please?” 

yuuji notices that this was getting hard for you to talk about, and his anger for his brother was getting displaced onto you. he softens, shoulders untensing. “I’m sorry, [name]. that was shitty of me to grill you.” he looks away, a guilty look falling on him. you wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze lightly. “it’s okay, yuu. i know you’re just worried for me. i really appreciate it.” he squeezes you back tighter. “i feel horrible that i was trashed and did nothing to help you. that’s so not what a best friend should do,” he says into your hair. you sigh, cheek pressed on his chest. “seriously, i don’t blame you. i just.. don’t know how to feel about it yet, so be patient with me.” he squeezes you tighter. “i’m gonna be here for you always, babe. nobara, megs, all of us okay? if you ever need to talk about it don’t hesitate. i love you so much,” your heart swells with warmth. you knew how much your friends cared for you, you never had a doubt about it. “you’re gonna make a bitch cry, yuuji, seriously,” you fake punch him in the stomach and he doubles over groaning, playing along. “now, i’m going to teach you that physics problem and you’re going to understand it,” you pull away from his chest to shake a strict finger at him, lips quirking in a smile. he gives you a firm salute and starts bounding to the apartments. “sir yes sir!” 

when you entered the flat again, you make a beeline towards the bathroom upstairs. you hadn’t noticed your eyes got teary enough to smudge your makeup during your heart to heart with yuuji. he was bent over with laughter when he showed your raccoon face to you in his phone’s front camera, earning him a smack. 

you’re looking down at your own phone as you walk up the stairs to take a better look, when you’re met with a wall you didn’t notice before. or wait.. a firm surface? sukuna has an arm propped on the wall before the bathroom, and he was looking straight down at you. 

your face goes red immediately, and you can’t back up because you’d end up tumbling down the stairs. a weird checkmate. “so what’s with you avoiding– why are your eyes like that?” his eyebrows go from serious to confused. you frown up at him and start wiping at them. “is it really that bad? god…” a rough hand holds your chin and pushes your head up, the other rubbing under your eye gently with his thumb. 

“you cryin’, sweetheart?”

his voice rumbled in a whisper, breath on fanning on your lips. your heart was pounding so hard in your ears you barely heard him. you were so close you could see his stubble, the scar on his upper lip, even the intricacy of his neck tattoo. 

“no, i wasn’t, well– actually i was, but not for the reason you think-”

 your eyes drift to the bathroom door as you ramble until the hand that was holding your chin is now wrapped around the small of your back, just shy of your ass. 

you shut up. 

he smirks.

“alright, you just look like a panda then. now, are you gonna tell me why you're avoiding me?”

 your face pulls into a mild glower. “i’m not avoiding you, what?” 

“yeah, you are. didn’t say hi to me.” your hands press on his chest to ease from the proximity. you notice he’s wearing a wife pleaser like the first day you met him. what was your mind going to? your eyes flick back up quickly and narrow at him. 

“we’re not even friends, why would i say hi to you?” 

his head leans closer to yours, noses almost touching. "didn't yuuji tell you to get along with me?"

 you glare. "he never said that, asshole." 

sukuna gave you a vexed look. did you expect him to remember the words verbatim? "okay, he said some bullshit about warming up to each other! god, you're so difficult." 

"me? difficult?” a scoff leaves your lips. all you could think was that the audacity of this man was unbelievable. “you are literally cornering me to talk to me!" you gesture to the position you were both in, but he didn’t seem to budge.

sukuna huffs, almost petulantly. you try to push him away, but the grip of his hand on your back wasn’t letting you go. he didn’t get the answer he needed from you, and he wasn’t going to let you leave without it. between the party and now, something had happened for you to act so differently. you were so soft and open with him that night, but now? it was back to square one. 

“...you’re still in the way! seriously sukuna, what do you want from me?” you were exasperated at this point. his insistence would be endearing, if he wasn’t such a major fuckwad. honestly, out of every girl he could have bothered, he had to choose you? where was that other girl he was so stuck to anyway? why couldn’t he have just called her instead of holding you hostage and bombarding you with questions about your attitude? your irritation was growing, and his lack of response only proved to increase your frustration. why was he just looking at you?

sukuna was wracking his brain to form a coherent thought after you dropped that bomb on him. what did he want from you? this was unlike him to chase after a girl, and to almost harass her over a simple ‘hi’? he was obsessed over what? fucking hello kitty band-aids. he’s barely keeping his hands off of you with the way you were staring at him, assessing his every feature. your cheeks were puffed and rosy, your eyes still blotchy with mascara but god, you looked so perfect standing before him. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you so bad. he wanted to kiss you that night when you told him his eyes were sanguine red. what the fuck did that even mean? he had to look that shit up and lo and behold, it was the perfect shade match. you were so fucking smart it pissed him off. he enjoyed riling you up by telling you otherwise. he wanted to yank those lavender ribbons out of your hair and never give them back. it was so perverse; the way he was holding you wasn’t enough for him. you smelled like honey and sandalwood, he couldn’t get that out of his head ever since you rode behind him on his motorcycle. he wanted his bed to smell like you. he longed to wake up there and it would be the first thing to hit his senses. this was testing his restraint in ways he didn’t know existed. he knew he couldn’t cross that line, this was mental to even consider doing! what was doing him in so badly?? even he didn’t know what had gotten into him. all he knew was that he felt a little more than just irked you were taking precautions to avoid interaction, especially when he was dying internally to merely hold your gaze.

 “y’know, i really need to go to the bathroom, so if you have nothing to say to me, i’m leaving. stick to teasing other girls.” a pregnant pause. his face fell at your last sentence, it definitely held some edge on your tone. sukuna shifted, a hand going up to your cheek. you scrunch your brows in flushed inquisition. he looks to the side before bringing his eyes back to you. they appeared poignant, almost wistful. you weren’t able to discern why, though. his voice was more delicate this time.

“..did you feel–”

“you okay babe?” yuuji’s voice from below snaps both of you out of your heated exchange. sukuna’s hands drop from you like they never belonged there to begin with. you take the opportunity to finally go to the bathroom, accidentally shouldering sukuna as you push past him. yuuji’s worried expression immediately becomes one of annoyance as he watches his brother come down instead, sourness cast on his rough face. “are you kidding me? what was that about?” yuuji had his arms crossed, jaw ticking. sukuna halts and turns to face him. “mind your fuckin’ business, brat.” yuuji bites back an insult, opting to check up on you instead. he knew he couldn’t start something with sukuna when you were home as well. 

yuuji knocks on the door of the bathroom. “did sukuna say anything to you?” you were in the middle of splashing water to cool your flaming cheeks. “no, it’s fine! don’t even worry,” you call back loudly, drying your face in a manner that was definitely too rough on the skin. 

your mind was racing with images of sukuna, his lips, the feel of him holding you, his cologne stuck in your nose– coming to do physics at the apartment was supposed to be a distraction from what was going on between you two. how come when you threw yourself more into your work, this idiot would weasel his way back to you! 

you look at yourself in the mirror and you cringe at the sight. yikes. the combination of no makeup and your blotchiness was not the best. as you go to pick up your phone from the counter, you see the time flash. 2:35AM. you were an hour past the time you wanted to leave, you had an 8am that next day. technically, it was already the next day.. you wince. sighing and opening the door, and there was yuuji. “i know i said we need to finish the problems, but i’m really tired yuu,” you admit with a nervous laugh. “i have anatomy and physiology at 8 tomorrow, and i can totally explain it to you at lunch! right?” this had got to be the lamest excuse. coming from you, the person who never avoided doing work, it was suspicious to say the least. the morning class was buyable, but procrastination was not in your vocabulary. yuuji suffered firsthand from you about it. he raises a brow. “aaalright, no worries. don’t have to tell me twice.” he laughs back weakly. this was becoming extremely awkward. both of you were acting off and the silence that followed did not help either of your cases. “okay! so i’m just gonna head home, get my things, yup!” your voice was weirdly pitchy and before yuuji could question it, you were already down the stairs in a blast. “wha– girl, let me at least pay for the uber!” he calls after you. 

you start collecting your computer and belongings into your tote bag, quickly moving. you almost trip over while putting on your shoes, slipping them on carelessly. you had matched with an uber surprisingly fast and it was already 4 minutes away. sukuna had rounded the corner from the kitchen upon hearing your commotion, yuuji on his tail. “whoa, you’re goin’ now? it’s too late at night, let me–” you throw a hand in sukuna’s face. “you’re not giving me a ride, i brought my car.” having another experience of prolonged close proximity with him in the same night was too much for you to handle. besides, this time you thankfully had a saving grace. barely. “at least let me walk you down, it’s dark as hell outside.” sukuna looked sincere in his concern, but yuuji was eyeing him indignantly. “you okay with that, babe?” yuuji gives you a face that says it was okay to say no, but you nod your head in reassurance. “yeah, it’s fine. i’ll see you tomorrow, yuu.” you blow him a small kiss with your two fingers like you usually did, and he mirrors it back. sukuna puts on the first pair of shoes he sees, already halfway out the door when you turn back around. he gestures to you to get a move on with his head, earning an eye roll from you. 

you walk out and he closes the door behind you, giving yuuji one last wave. the walk down to your car was wordless, and sukuna didn't look at you once. better than him looking at you fervently, you suppose. when you step into the driver’s seat and reach to close the door, he stops you. his tall figure crouches down to meet your level, now meeting your gawking stare. again? 

“you didn’t let me finish earlier.” 

your eyes dart to the console, fingers fidgeting. “okay, out with it then,” you mumbled. 

“i wanted to ask you if you felt the same shit i felt that night when you told me that stuff about my eyes.” 

his body language was firmly attentive to you, but his voice had a weird waver to it. he remembered what you said about his eyes? what did he mean, feel the same shit? the silver chain around his neck dangled between the both of you, glinting in the streetlight as it moved. you noticed he was breathing deeply. nervously? what the fuck. “what are you talking about?” he silently cursed and readjusted his footing, clearly uncomfortable with the fact he needed to spell it out. he wasn’t exactly in touch with his emotions. “you really are the most difficult fuckin’ girl i’ve ever met, fuckin’ hell. just tell me what you meant by it.” you peer at him from the side of your eyes, trying to search his face. you were pretty confused at what he was trying to get at overall, but you just answered his question. “nothing. your eyes are just sanguine red. i like that color.” his lips quirk up and he angles his head at you. “you like my eyes?” your face flames. “i said i liked the color! what is it with you and mishearing people?” you throw back. with a huff you turn the key to turn on the engine, which prompted him to move out of the way so you could shut the door, him laughing at your irritation. he knocks on the window and motions you to lower it. you oblige angrily. 

“you literally have 10 seconds or i swear to god i’m running over your toes.” you seethe. 

his stupidly handsome face was just egging you on. his hair was tousled, the wind breezing through it gently and he looked unfairly good. you shivered with the chill going up your neck. he licks his lips and you watch it shamelessly. he notes this. 

“just tellin’ you that you got lucky with your car today. whenever you think about getting an uber, don’t. you’re not getting in a car with any other man besides me.” 

your heart skips a beat. nope, that was just a palpitation. your heart does not skip for sukuna, you did not consent to it. before you can register it, he flicks your nose with a grin. you rapidly blink, enlisting more cackles out of him. you punch him in the arm before he’s running back to the apartments. “not fucking happening!” you yell after him, head sticking out of your window. you fume all the way home, your music turned up to drown out the pounding in your chest. 

when sukuna opens the door, he’s met with a really pissed off yuuji. “you need to leave [name] alone, ryomen.” sukuna knew this was coming given that he witnessed your altercation to a certain degree, but he was definitely overreacting. he’s kicking his shoes off and trudges to the couch, unbothered. 

“i’m not doing shit to her, yuu. it’s just teasing.” 

sukuna leans to grab the remote off the table when yuuji grabs it instead. “i’m fucking serious. stop fucking around with my friends.” 

sukuna looks up at him with a raised brow, jaw flexed. “i said, i’m not doing shit to her.” 

yuuji laughs bitterly and shakes his head. “i’m not four anymore, ryo. i can see what you’re doing and you need to quit now.” he jabs a finger on his brother’s chest, which garners him to stand up and face him, his height paralleling yuuji’s. sukuna was just as irritated now. looking down at yuuji, he takes a moment before he speaks so it doesn’t end up in curses. 

“you forget you’re speaking to your aniki, brat.” he grits through his teeth, fists balled up on either side of him, shoulders tense. 

yuuji’s eyes narrow. “she doesn’t need someone like you fucking her life up, ryomen. i don’t care if we’re brothers, if you toy with her and she ends up hurt, i’m killing you.” 

sukuna suddenly gives him a shove to the chest. “and you need to mind your fuckin’ business like i told you to!” 

yuuji’s face flashes with mild shock at sukuna getting physical, backing up with a stutter. “so what, you’re gonna fucking hit me now? what is wrong with you lately!” yuuji throws his hands up in the air and paces the room intensely. 

sukuna’s stony face falters, his arms relaxing. what was he doing?

 “you always do this shit! you talk about respecting women and you can’t seem to fucking treat one right! is it because of mom? how much longer are you going to hold on to that?!” 

sukuna begins to bound towards him to give him a real piece of his mind but yuuji throws the remote on the couch towards sukuna, cutting him off and gesturing aggressively. “but you know what? that’s not my shit to figure out. if you want to distract yourself from your baggage, that’s fine by me, but like i said, [name] deserves SO much more than someone like you.” he spat, chest heaving from his tirade. “i’m going to bed. you can see yourself out.” the younger itadori brother’s stomps fade into the apartment as the other is left speechless, thoughts muddy with guilt and a reopened wound.

the next day you had plans to meet with nobara at the university coffee shop, which made you mildly uneasy. with your permission, yuuji had told nobara about the party situation and her reaction was similar to his, and she had approached you at lunch to talk about it. it went rather smoothly so you didn’t feel so horrible about retelling your thoughts– nobara just understood.

what you hadn’t told her was the events of yesterday with sukuna, and those were definitely going to be coaxed out of you over coffee. she had a knack for making you empty your guts with her. it was her evil superpower, you say.  your shoes clack on the tile floor of the small joint that resided by your university as you made your way inside, head flitting to search for your redhead. it was a cozy spot, mostly run by employees that were also students at the university. the owners were an old couple that were alumni and had the place built on the courtyard spot they had first met at. the story was widely known by students and carried the spirit of the place, pictures of them and other former students littering the walls. you found it absolutely adorable as a hopeless romantic. you finally spot nobara waving at you by a window table and make your way towards her. “you look cute today, any special occasion?” you shrug, a small smile on your lips. “it’s 10 degrees warmer today, so i decided to celebrate.” “well i’m loving the skirt, don’t be surprised when i borrow it.” you giggle, sticking your tongue at her. “you mean steal, not borrow.” nobara pretends to weigh the two words with her hands. “steal, borrow, it’s all very subjective babe.” you set your bag down on the chair next to yours, a stray piece of hair falling in front of your face in the process. “hey, you.” your head spins to where you heard the deep voice and finds a tall black-haired man. “oh hi, suguru!”

nobara looks at you with a question mark on her face, eyes flicking to him and then you. you give her a little “stop it!” look with your eyes, hoping he didn’t see it. geto was awfully observant and a smooth talker to boot, so you were generally screwed much to your oblivion.

he leans a hand on the back of your chair and tucks the stray hair piece behind your ear. “you look pretty as per usual,” his grin was mind melting. your clothes suddenly felt too warm even though they were the most ventilating pieces you owned. you throw a hand in flattery at him, gushing. “oh stop, you’re too sweet!”

if nobara didn’t have questions before, she certainly did now. from the corner of your eye you could see her gaping at the scene unfolding before her.

you feel embarrassed with the display you had created and changed the subject quickly. “oh, this is nobara, by the way. you probably didn’t see her at the party but she was the one with the green haired girl.” suguru snaps and points at her. “you were the one fucking up the dance floor! i remember,” he sticks a hand out and nobara shakes it firmly, a too-sugary smile plastered on her lips. you could tell she was assessing the guy to his very bones.

“that’s me! and the girl with me was my girlfriend maki.” suguru nods in recollection. “well it’s nice to officially meet you, outside of the frat stuff! it can be a lot sometimes," he glances back at you and frowns apologetically. “which is technically why i came over to talk. i really wanted to say sorry for what went down. the pres, todo, is handling mahito’s consequences so i hope that reassures you,” he looks at you with a face of worry and concern.

“i’m glad not all frats are shitty,” nobara tells him vaguely, code for “thanks for doing your fucking job for once”. he chuckles nervously and nods in thanks. “well, i’ll leave you guys to your coffee now. sorry again,” he pats your head and beams, vanishing out the door with a jingle of the bell overhead. instantly, nobara slammed questions down back to back in hushed screams. “what the fuck was that?! and he tucked your hair? what is this, bridgerton? you didn’t freaking tell me about meeting a GUY at the party, you bitch!” you begged her to quiet down as people started paying attention to the wild hand movements she was doing. nobara, oh my god please! it’s been literally two days!” “yeah, two days of girl code betrayal! i needed to know this shit like yesterday!” she squealed at you and shook your shoulders. you wince at the bombardment and wave an imaginary flag of surrender.

“okay, okay fine! at least let me order my coffee?” she abruptly stops for a moment and notices that you in fact had nothing in front of you. “oh em gee i didn’t even peep that, my bad.” she holds her hands together in a “please forgive me” position. you both immediately burst into giggles. “buy me a cookie?” “you got it.”

you walk up the register and ask for your favorite drink and nobara’s cookie. the girl that took your order was really nice to you for some reason, but you weren’t complaining. she was giggling a lot when she rang you up, which was odd but.. okay.

“your boyfriend is so sweet, by the way. i wish mine tried half as much,”

ohhhh. she must’ve seen you and suguru talking. you let out a small laugh and brush it off. “oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you say. her brows furrow in confusion. “the pink haired guy with tattoos? he literally told me to give this to his girl in green ribbons!”

you notice there’s a pain au chocolat on the bill that you didn’t put down. pink hair.. there’s really just two choices in that description. you flip around to see if yuuji or sukuna were around, and from the outside of the cafe in the courtyard, you see sukuna leaned on the bricks, smoking. he gives you a small wave, cigarette in hand. you roll your eyes in disgust and ignore him. insistent asshole and a nicotine addict, great.

you turn back to the girl and give her a nervous smile, awkwardly accepting the free pastry. you didn’t tell nobara about the occurrence because you could handle only so much whiplash from shaking in one day. she just took it as another freebie from you and ate it happily.

you rub your temples and sigh. something tells you you’re going to have to be a lot firmer with sukuna going forward.

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[teddybeartoji]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8Obp0pg1t3/?igsh=MTZsNDBwMjZ1a21qMQ==

i submit again, kitty reader.. OH. have you maybe thought of kitty reader with satoru.. would be funny methinks esp if it's puppy satoru.. with master geto..

also just bc as i opened the app i saw a sukugo post that showed how much of bullies they are i'll just leave there the fact that me personally i didn't dig the bully trope before but like. teasing/bullying is great to me,, as long as it's pleasurable actually pretty much anything goes... i just imagined but imagine if sukuna, gojo, geto and toji all teammed up to bully you (reader or you mickey, in your selfships).. i'm curious what would happen actually

~ ☀️

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH STOPPPPSHGHADGHASGHD NOW THIS IS A CAT I CAN TRULY RELATE WITH WOW😭😭😭😭 feral little thing... hehehehehe still so fucking cute omfg btw this kinda reminded me of my own cat too mine is a big Biter too lmao

OMGGGG OMGOMG BUT PUPPY!SATORU WOULD BE SOOSO CUTE WITH KITTY!READER ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE???!!?! I LOVE THAT he's always nudging you and sleeping pretty much on top of you (and suguru has to always remind him to not do that bc hello he is almost suffocating you??) bUT HE ALWAYS MEANS WELL!!! he just thinks you're so cute yk? definitely likes to lick your face a lot too lmao and playfully nibble on your ears??? smhh weird dog (i love him)

AHAAA SO. bullying for me personally is smth i would do lmao like i am not into degradation and humiliation all that much,, i can only take a little bc i am definitely more of a praise person!!!! so they're kind of on thin ice,, if they wanna tease me they gotta do it more subtly bc well.. if they do it too much i'm literally just gonna get turned Off lmao it's genuinely not gonna be a sexy thing i'm just gonna get pissed off and they're gonna get silent treatment and that also will NOT end with like ohh ur so hot when ur mad bc i am not into that either hagsghahsghga so it would just end up with them ACTUALLY apologizing to me bc otherwise we're never gonna do anything again.............. i do not care how tough they think they are they will get down on their knees and pamper me until i forgive them.

i WILL bully all of them though>:3333333333

mm overall i think they are all into that,, as in they like to tease n push their darlings aand if it's all of them doing it at the same time it's a lot lmao they all like to see you cry just a little they like how flustered you get and they like it when you try to hide your face they can all be very mean if they want to be...

[collaredswitchacademic]

Hello, my name is Julian! This is my kink/horny posting side blog for my account: @underadulteratedwizardgentleman. I’m a switch & fluctuate between submission and dominance a lot. This blog is strictly nsfw and will most likely focus on reblogs.

I am a 21 year old currently pre-T trans guy and will mostly focus on kink, porn, and trans related mlm posts! MDNI!! And if you’re a terf, get the fuck off my page. Cis people, you’re on thin ice here. Just be respectful.

I’m also debating posting my nudes and stuff here which I’m completely new to. Please be nice. You have to have your age in your bio to follow me, interact with my posts, etc. It’s non-negotiable for me. Also if you’re cis guy, you can feel free to be here, but remember I can and will block you for any reason I see fit especially if you’re a creep. Feel free to send me asks being dominant or submissive, and I will reply! Thank you! Please be respectful of me and others, if you aren’t you will be blocked. Cool?

Kink List:

*Oral, medical kink, hierophilia/priest kink, worship kink, teacher/professor kink, religious corruption kink, glove kink (leather, latex, whatever), hand kink, voice kink, degradation, praise, bondage, pet play (puppy play, specifically puppy & kitten play), vampire, monster fucking, biting, temperature play, wax play, sensory deprivation, restraints, I’m a huge masochist, rope/shibari, and overstimulation. Scent kink, and semi-public sex in a fantasy scenario is also hot. I love forcemasc! I’ve probably forgotten more of my kinks but you’ll see them in my posts lol. This blog will contain posts with the use of the F-slur in posts. If that makes you uncomfortable, please find another blog.

Like being called: Sir & Mr.(Dominant). (Submissive) Baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, sweetie, prince, puppy, baby boy, pet, whore, slut, bitch, your highness, f@g, bitch boy, boytoy, fuck toy, dog, mutt, brat. I also enjoy being called kitty sometimes.

Please don’t infantalize me as I am a fully grown man. Additionally, anything I write/photos of me will be tagged as #julian barks! So if you want to see more of my writing instead of reblogs search for that on my page.

Also please send me asks!! I love getting messages from you all, feel free to send sexual messages on this account.

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[harleyquizzo]

Hello puddin....

I am a Rizzo the Rat/ Harley Quinn Kinnie. To elaborate, I kin both Rizzo and Harley, they are both me, I am romantically and sexually connected to them via the astral plane, and I have fucked them both many times within that reality. Jealous? They're very good. Furthermore, I not only kin them both but am dating them both. SOME accounts on here think they can kin and be romantically involved with muppets by fucking their felty forms HOWEVER as a reality shifter I need not bother with false idols and can simply visit them in reality.

Only refer to me as Harleyquizzo, Harley Quinn, Harley, Rizzo, Rizzo the Rat, Rat Bastard if you must. My pronouns are she/he, NOTHING ELSE. Do not refer to me as they/them in the sense of being multiple people, I am one being, I just contain multitudes. I am bisexual. I do NOT follow Earthly religions, my belief system is far more complex and I've developed it over my many years of life, however you could say it's something like Protestant.

DNI LIST:

The Meg antis (you know what you did, Alicia)

Undertale fans (cringe and gross)

Left handed people, I will elaborate if the reasoning for this is unclear but I will have to delve into my trauma (thanks Alicia, bitch)

Anyone who has physically fucked a muppet toy... fakers

Cole Sprouse and Cole Sprouse affiliates (fuck off Dylan)

Joker kinnies... don't fucking glamorise abuse

Kermit kinnies are on thin ice and you all know why

The Blue Men Group fans

Hello Kitty fans

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Children

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Please follow me if

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Poison Ivy fans are encouraged, looking for a Poison Ivy fictionkin to unify with in this reality (DM me)

[baekhvuns]

But the fact I even got my American friend who never watched the ACTUAL football and calls it futbol (I banned the word soccer - meanwhile I call American football - futbol lmao) and got excited. She said the final was entertaining. Right, honestly it's sad to see some top players go or lose their strengths. PSG has great players, it's good to have a mix of young stars and experienced legends, but sometimes the more experienced ones aren't doing too well, so even though it's weird seeing them on the bench sometimes they gotta be sacrificed. Lots of people were unhappy that Madrid was keeping the "old" players instead of introducing new faces, but guys like Benzema were clearly capable and we won CL after all.

I'm also a huge tennis fan, idk if you're into it, but both Roger and Serena retired this year, painful 😭💔

The San overlooking the stadium is really so so pretty. Please Pique stay away 😭 normalise blaming everything on Gerard. I'm a fan of Spain NT and I remember him fucking things up a few times. We RM fans laugh that he 100% has an anti-Madrid Twitter account, cause he always talks shit. He'll have more time to commit to hating on Madrid during his unemployment era. 😊

Btw recently I was like "where the hell is Suarez at" but he's playing at home :o

I'm not that into Ronaldo anymore for multiple reasons, but I used to be a stan kayusuahakshuakavs. Now we gotta fight Baek 🥊

Listen I was betrayed by a few players who decided to go to Barcelona, Fabregas, recently my guy Bellerin (I like him more as a person than a footballer, cause we have mutual friends same with a few other ex-Arsenal players 😭) and speaking of French footballers, Griezmann idk what was he doing in Barcelona, I like him but he consistently plays for my enemies Atletico, Barca 🔫

There was a moment years ago when my fave French club was Olympique Marseille, but that was a short-lived love affair. Idk know why I liked them. Not Karim unfollowing almost all French players?! My man Varane is safe from his wrath though haudhsjdgagajaha

And Wooyoung would be a menace on the field 😭 throw Suarez into the mix for biting

Literally, every guy in a manhwa is based on Hwa can you believe? Now let him be the lead in an adaptation.

I think Jongho is winning the battle, Shownu might be in the military, but he's harmless. It's between Jongho and Seulgi then

Damn Eric get a new producer cause wtfff 🤡

A few Shinestars talked about the Hwa thing, but it's always hard not to sound delulu, though even my non-Hwa biased friend (the one who got wrecked by him during the concert 👀) noticed he doesn't have that many opportunities to showcase his skills. I know he's popular and people love him, he's not mistreated or anything like that, but idk I wish he could do more. Mingi is similar, though he was out for a while, but still. Maybe Hwa's too humble 😭 but my guy, please volunteer more if that's the case

Hey, hey he can do both Lego and Dior or whatever, he has the duality after all! At least we're not fighting over model Hwa, he's still on thin ice for me 😅

I hope LSF goes darker! Btw I've been obsessed with their song No Celestial as well as IVE's My Satisfaction

I don't know whether it's April 2nd or 4th I can't count for shit, but aksuuauahauaajajaaaaaaa!!!

I keep forgetting the cb is next week, it still didn't register, I hope we get another movie-like teaser

Happy holidays! I'm not really celebrating, but I got the best gift please HE'S SO CUTE I'M GONNA KMS the reindeers and the kitty 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Big brain

🦌👀 sexy reindeer

I... won't say a word, but I could say A LOT

Me when none of my gifts were that blonde Ateez guy :/ rigged - DV 💖

hi hello!!

But the fact I even got my American friend who never watched the ACTUAL football and calls it futbol (I banned the word soccer - meanwhile I call American football - futbol lmao) and got excited. She said the final was entertaining. Right, honestly it's sad to see some top players go or lose their strengths. PSG has great players, it's good to have a mix of young stars and experienced legends, but sometimes the more experienced ones aren't doing too well, so even though it's weird seeing them on the bench sometimes they gotta be sacrificed. Lots of people were unhappy that Madrid was keeping the "old" players instead of introducing new faces, but guys like Benzema were clearly capable and we won CL after all.

no bc i literally do not get the american way, i've been taught to say football since the beginning but here, everyone says soccer, i was so confused when i heard it and tried correcting them BUT NOOOO,, and what i call rugby is called football by westerners??? I DONT GET IT,, no its sad to see the once insanely talented players beginning to grow old and worn out their skills 😭����😭 the new era of players arent as eye catching as the ones before,, yeah! it's sad and weird seeing legends be benched, ronaldo ofc, sometimes they are just benched bc they're "old" but they're still good and its just sad seeing their expression where they wanna play but arent allowed too 😭😭 my entire family was raged when ronaldo got benched JUST BC U SCORED SM GOALS WITHOUT HIM IN ONE GAME DONT MEANT IT WILL CONTINUE 😭😭 tbh imo its good that they kept them bc they;ve polished them into what they are today and the attachment they have w the club it'll be hard to get used to the new ones like pedri and gavi WHEN I HEARD XAVI AND INIESTA SAY THEY WERENT AS GOOD AS GAVI AND PEDRI WHEN THEY JOINED MADE ME WANNA THROW HANDS AT THEM

I'm also a huge tennis fan, idk if you're into it, but both Roger and Serena retired this year, painful 😭💔

im not an avid follower but sometimes matches are usually on so i will watch it! always happens to be someone from an australian team too, but im more of football and cricket (only when its ind vs pak fbjbkk) person

The San overlooking the stadium is really so so pretty. Please Pique stay away 😭 normalise blaming everything on Gerard. I'm a fan of Spain NT and I remember him fucking things up a few times. We RM fans laugh that he 100% has an anti-Madrid Twitter account, cause he always talks shit. He'll have more time to commit to hating on Madrid during his unemployment era. 😊

IT REALLY IS SO SO PRETTY, normalize wanting gerard to wanna retire every month bc it geels nice to see the news again idc he'S A SNAKE !! LMFAOOO I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF HE DOES TBH FHBJBFH he's a full time hater, part-time player,,, i am wondering what will happen between rm and ronaldo and mourinho, bc ronaldo wants to play till 41, and honestly mourinho is the only one who can make him do that in finesse

Btw recently I was like "where the hell is Suarez at" but he's playing at home :o ///// I'm not that into Ronaldo anymore for multiple reasons, but I used to be a stan kayusuahakshuakavs. Now we gotta fight Baek 🥊

YEAAAAAAAAH HE IS, A SHOCKER everytime i see him all i see is his teeth 😭😭😭😭 u think his kids get bullied bc their dad bites ppl 😭😭 i will turn into a ronaldo stan at the next wc, i do want him to hold the trophy now that messi has, it only makes sense for him or neymar (bro is suffering, did insane good at copa but messi fjhbkhb read somewhere that he’s like the king who was never crowned bc he’s mostly forgotten, his stats are ignored so hard it mAKES ME UN POCO LOCO) to hold it next,,,it’ll be amazing to see the top 3 players of our gen to hold them, messi pls let them man 😭😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO ITS ON SIGHT,, mayne in the near future it’s the 3 messi’s v ronaldo jr that would be insane

Listen I was betrayed by a few players who decided to go to Barcelona, Fabregas, recently my guy Bellerin (I like him more as a person than a footballer, cause we have mutual friends same with a few other ex-Arsenal players 😭) and speaking of French footballers, Griezmann idk what was he doing in Barcelona, I like him but he consistently plays for my enemies Atletico, Barca 🔫

oh???? u know him???? NOW WHO DO U NOT KNOW EVERYTIME IM SURPISED U KNOW SOMEONE FAMOUS WTF IS THIS, DROP ALL THE NAMES U KNOW U CANNOT KEEP DOING THIS,, no what was greizmann doing there 😭😭 it's so random,,, LMFAOOO tbh his presence in the french team makes the team sm better, sometimes i be thinking that he's the captain and not lloris 😭😭 lloris didnt save a single penalty what went on with him 😭😭

There was a moment years ago when my fave French club was Olympique Marseille, but that was a short-lived love affair. Idk know why I liked them. Not Karim unfollowing almost all French players?! My man Varane is safe from his wrath though haudhsjdgagajaha /// And Wooyoung would be a menace on the field 😭 throw Suarez into the mix for biting

SHORT-LIVED LOVE AFFAIR FDHBJFHB LMFAOOO HES IN CAHOOTS W THEM, PROLLY WILL ATTACK DESCHAMPS DBFBDM,,, ik he has beef with greizmann and lloris but its so messy to watch it all go down 😭😭😭😭 STOPPPP I FORGOT HE'D BE SUAREZ TOO PLS THIS GUY WOULD BE A NIGHTMARE FOR TEAMS 😭😭😭😭 A RAMOS, NEYMAR AND SUAREZ MIX GTFOOO

Literally, every guy in a manhwa is based on Hwa can you believe? Now let him be the lead in an adaptation. /// I think Jongho is winning the battle, Shownu might be in the military, but he's harmless. It's between Jongho and Seulgi then

i actually believe it's all shinestars writing these webtoons under a pseudo,,, 1 hour of jongho dying of shyness in front of seulgi when,,, shownu breaking that axe when cutting wood still has me going crazy FORGET JONGHO SEULGI, KAI AND SEULGI

Damn Eric get a new producer cause wtfff 🤡

yeah 😭😭 bc daehyun posted about it too 😭😭😭😭

A few Shinestars talked about the Hwa thing, but it's always hard not to sound delulu, though even my non-Hwa biased friend (the one who got wrecked by him during the concert 👀) noticed he doesn't have that many opportunities to showcase his skills. I know he's popular and people love him, he's not mistreated or anything like that, but idk I wish he could do more. Mingi is similar, though he was out for a while, but still. Maybe Hwa's too humble 😭 but my guy, please volunteer more if that's the case

yeah!! he rly doesn't, i hope he does in the future,, yeah exactly he's not mistreated or anything maybe he's just shy and wants to let his other members shine before he gets the chance BUT HOPEFULLY HWA COLLABS IN 2023 !!! YEAH PLS VOLUNTEER MORE AND MINGI TOO,, sometimes i think the two are the same when it comes to things like this, they took humble and kindness to the next level dbfbf

Hey, hey he can do both Lego and Dior or whatever, he has the duality after all! At least we're not fighting over model Hwa, he's still on thin ice for me 😅 //// I hope LSF goes darker! Btw I've been obsessed with their song No Celestial as well as IVE's My Satisfaction

HE NEED TO DO ANYTHING NOW, FROM BASKIN ROBBIN ADS TO PARIS FASHION WEEKS 😭😭😭😭 imagine one day he's live and he;s in paris for dior but he's doing a lego live in his hotel room 😭😭 GIVE HIM A SECOND CHANCE!!!! omg no bc no celestial is so so good, their discography so far is >>> impurities is also very good!! haVE NOT HEARD THE IVE ON EYET BUT I WILL

I don't know whether it's April 2nd or 4th I can't count for shit, but aksuuauahauaajajaaaaaaa!!! //// I keep forgetting the cb is next week, it still didn't register, I hope we get another movie-like teaser

ITS IN APRIL AND THATS WHAT MATTERS 😭😭😭😭 HES FINALLY COMING 😭😭😭😭 SHINEE TOUR COMING 😭😭,, wait it's next week??? time flew by so fast the euro tours coming too 😭😭 i hope the mv is movie like too! it looks like they're about to perform pink venom

Happy holidays! I'm not really celebrating, but I got the best gift please HE'S SO CUTE I'M GONNA KMS the reindeers and the kitty 🥺🥺🥺🥺 /// Big brain

happy holidays to u too! HES SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! AND THESE,, forget big brain what is this fbkbj

🦌👀 sexy reindeer /// I... won't say a word, but I could say A LOT

NO. THANK U! NO SAY IT SAY IT RN, THIS IS EVIL HWA, THE TALENT OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Me when none of my gifts were that blonde Ateez guy :/ rigged - DV 💖

RIGGED INDEED WHERE IS ATEEZ'S 6'1 BIG BOY AND HIS 5'10 COUNTERPART

what is this 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

a-anon

pls do this dhfhef + also someone needs to date this guy 😭😭😭 do u rmr his talk with eric where he said he keeps the lights on at his home so when he comes back its like someone’s waiting for him 😭😭 eunwoo too 😭😭🤚🏼

[damneddespair]

more brands survived than you’d think

we have nike

and coca cola

and others

[tomonari-nue]

Junpei Lives AU

i already warned Kiyoko about this but basically this is dedicated to my friend whom i bullied persuaded into watching JJK only to have them crying in my DMs when they found out Junpei was gone for good.

anyway, who else is bummed out that Junpei never got to learn alongside Yuuji and make friends at JJTech bc i sure am so My City Now

let’s assume that in a slightly more merciful world Junpei wasnt idle-transfigured to death and Yuuji basically hauled his ass away from Mahito

Nanami: Itadori-kun he did attack civilians Yuuji: yeah after being severely manipulated by an extremely fucked up cursed spirit! and being bullied relentlessly! and losing his only family! Nanami: his only family? Junpei: my dad isn’t in the picture Nanami, doing quick neck-breaking mental gymnastics about the possible logistics of unofficially adopting another teenage boy: I See.

technically, due to his age Junpei should be a year or two higher than Yuuji but given that he’s pretty much a newbie, he stays with the other first years

Yuuji wasnt allowed to accompany Junpei when he had his “exam” with Yaga and pretty much sat outside the room biting his nails

he doesnt hear Junpei’s declaration that he’ll never allow anyone to ever lay a hand on him ever again, that he wont let himself be manipulated any longer

Junpei moves into the empty dorm next to Megumi

(poor Megumi is thus subsequently stuck with hearing them giggle during their movie marathons in either room bc the walls are THIN and it doesnt matter who’s in who’s dorm bc its STILL NEXT TO HIM AND HE WANTS TO SLEEP THANK YOU VERY MUCH–)

Yuuji gets Junpei a lavalamp with floating jellyfish in it as a housewarming (dormwarming??) gift

initially Junpei was a little nervous meeting Yuuji’s other friends but he figures if they like Yuuji they wouldnt be that bad

wrong. he was terrified of both Megumi and Nobara.

Megumi: hello who is th– Nobara: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? WHO IS THIS STRANGER YUUJI? ANOTHER SWEATY TEENAGE BOY? WHY COULDNT YOU FIND ANOTHER GIRL DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?

(its okay they became friends)

each of them coach Junpei regularly so he can keep up: Yuuji obviously takes over the hand-to-hand combat aspect

Junpei: no offence but i dont want to fight you Yuuji: oh its okay!! i have a high pain tolerance so dont worry about hitting me!! Junpei, who already got his ass kicked thoroughly by Yuuji before and knowing that this guy’s bicep is double the width of his own noodle arms: thats not what im worried about

Megumi, naturally, takes over coaching Junpei on all things shikigami – he’s very taken by Moon Dregs

Junpei: this is Moon Dregs, i didnt have her for very long but– Megumi: she’s beautiful, but can she fight? Junpei: she’s very poisonous Megumi: rad. anything else? Junpei: she. glows in the dark? Megumi: Megumi, under his breath: thats fucking sick as hell

Junpei isnt too sure what Nobara can coach him on considering their fighting styles are very different

Nobara: dont worry im gonna punch a spine into you Junpei: ????????

Nobara becomes the most terrifying (yet oddly effective) life coach in order to teach Junpei to be a lot more confident – unfortunately that also means feeding into his hidden violent streak KJBSBJKDJBK–

Nobara: this guy slaps your ice cream cone to the ground Junpei: what a dick Nobara: EXACTLY! what do you do? Junpei: hit him with a brick Nobara: YES Yuuji: NO Megumi: depends on what flavour the ice cream was

despite him and Nobara having similar violence levels, Junpei does kind of try to be the peacemaker in the group even if he does overindulge Yuuji quite often lmao

he brings the WEIRDEST movies to movie night fridays and often argues with Nobara over what they should watch

he once ignored Yuuji for an entire evening bc the other voted against him and he was stuck watching Frozen with everyone

Yuuji: cmon Junpei, just let it– Junpei: finish that sentence and im eating all of the mozzarella sticks

nobody likes to play Uno against Junpei bc he turns absolutely ruthless

on the first few nights at JJTech Junpei, having turned a little insomniac, wandered into the kitchen late at night to find this gangly figure in the dark with bright blue glowing eyes

nobody had bothered to tell him that Gojo liked to sneak sugar cubes

Junpei screamed so loud Yuuji took his door off its hinges in frantic hurry and Megumi got a bloody nose bc he ran straight into a wall

of course, that was nothing compared to having a very cranky and very pissed off Nobara show up in bunny-patterned PJs and hello kitty eyemask clutching her hammer

[jayeray-hq]

Tangled and Entwined

This is my NSFW Secret Santa piece for @candychronicles​ from the Haikyuu Headquarters server! Hello! We haven’t really interacted much, but I hope you enjoy this! I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked, hopefully it’s okay!

Want More Terushima? Check out my Character Masterlist!

Thanks again to the wonderful Tay @deathcab4daddy​ I really bombarded you with a lot of words, but you were amazing as usual! 😊💖

Warnings: 18+ minors dni! smut and fluff, bondage, slightly submissive Terushima, making out, grinding, female reader, biting, cunnilingus, teasing, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, slight anal fingering (male), unprotected sex, creampie

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It had started out innocently enough. It was your first holiday living together, and Terushima had insisted on going all out, making cookies, playing Christmas music, and decorating to celebrate. He’d dove into things so enthusiastically that you hadn’t had the heart to say no, and had been swept along by the tide of his holiday cheer.

You’d been in the kitchen working on icing a batch of cookies when an enormous crash and a string of swear words reached your ears. More than a bit concerned, you’d set your things down and made your way to the living room where your boyfriend was supposed to be decorating the tree.

             “Teru’?” you called a little confused as you entered the room only to find it completely empty of your energetic boyfriend, who’d been bouncing around the house like an overly energetic puppy all morning, belting out song lyrics at the top of his lungs, “Yuuji, where are you?”

             “Here,” he answered, his voice tinged with an unhappy note that let you know even before you rounded the couch that he was pouting, and the sight that met your eyes told you exactly why that was. Somehow, someway, your boyfriend had gotten himself completely tangled up in an extremely long strand of lights, which were wrapped tight around his torso, trapping one of his arms to his side and the other above his head, one of his legs was also thoroughly tangled the lights looped several times around his thigh and calf.

             “Having a little trouble?” you asked, trying desperately to hold back the laughter that was threatening to burst from your lips at the sight of him.

             “It’s not funny,” he grumbled twitching slightly, clearly trying to free himself from his predicament, but failing, reminding you a bit of a fish caught in a net.

             It had taken all your willpower to hold back, but you simply couldn’t any more. Laughter burst from your lips as you clung desperately to the furniture to keep yourself upright. You weren’t ever going to let him live this down. Luckily, your boyfriend had always been the good-natured type and eventually managed to smile back at you despite his predicament, clearly amused by your reaction.

 He even let you snap several pictures of him on your phone without complaint, sticking his tongue out to show off the green metal tongue piercing he’d put in specifically for Christmas. He’d insisted it was his own way of showing holiday spirit, though personally you were pretty sure he’d just thought it had looked cool and bought it on impulse.

 “Alright, kitty, you’ve had your fun,” he told you with a playful pout on his lips, “Now help me out, would you?”

 “Okay, okay,” you conceded with a smile, leaning down to press a light peck to his lips.

 As per usual, when you went to kiss Terushima, he wasn’t about to let you get away with a simple peck, his lips chasing after yours, the warmth of his mouth too sweet and enticing to resist. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, likely from the hot cocoa he’d been drinking earlier, and you couldn’t seem to resist.

 His lips curled beneath yours in a pleased smile, as you brought one of your hands up to gently cup his face, deepening the kiss, and holding him to you as your other hand supported his neck, fingertips brushing over the soft fuzz of his undercut at the nape of his heck.

 His mouth opened eagerly under yours, happy to welcome you, skilled tongue darting out to lick its way into yours, the hot, wet appendage stroking over yours. The feel of the metal ball of his tongue piercing was familiar by now, unlike the first few times you’d kissed like this and it had taken you by surprise, but the sensation never failed to make you shiver in anticipatory pleasure.

 Each swipe of his skilled tongue against yours sent small spikes of arousal through you, and you hummed in pleasure against his mouth. When you finally parted from him, you were utterly breathless as you panted against him.

 “Naughty,” you scolded a little breathless as you peered into his eyes, forehead resting against his.

 “You love it, kitty,” he insisted a smug grin on his lips, a little breathless himself.

 You hummed in agreement, and shifted so that you were straddling his body, your hips automatically moving to his, and finding a very clear indication of how much he too had been enjoying things. Not that it was difficult, your boyfriend was always eager for you, the day Terushima Yuuji said no to sex would be the day pigs flew.

 “You love it too,” you countered, grinding your hips down on him for emphasis, earning a low, raspy moan of pleasure, from your boyfriend, his whole body jolting as he tried to reach for you, but failed, too tangled in the Christmas lights to move.

 “Never denied it,” he told you with his signature tongue lolling grin, the kind meant to show off the tongue piercing he was still stupidly proud of even all these years later, “So why don’t you help me get untangled and I’ll show you just how much I loved it.”

 You glanced at him, considering, your eyes roaming over him as you sat up so you could see him properly. There was something about him like this that was incredibly appealing. The bright red band t-shirt he’d worn to decorate had risen part way up his chest and was stuck there, exposing the nicely chiseled abs he fastidiously maintained, and the muscles in the arm trapped above his head were taut and straining slightly against the wires. His dark jeans had slipped low on his hips, exposing the nice V cut of his hips, and the dark green elastic of his underwear, and the dark treasure trail that led from his belly button and disappeared enticingly into his pants.

 “Hmm, no,” you eventually told him, after returning your gaze to his, earning a surprised stutter from your boyfriend, the smug look slipping off his face, leaving sputtering confusion in its wake.

 “No?” he asked utterly baffled, “But kitty…?!”

 “No,” you repeated firmly, untangling his arm from where it had been crushed against his side just enough so that it could be lifted above his head, then looping the lights around both his wrists for good measure to keep him pinned there, grinding your hips down on his erection, savoring the way the seam of his jeans rubbed right up against your clit through the thin leggings you were wearing.

 “Stay still, Yuuji,” you warned teasingly, unable to help the smug grin on your lips as your boyfriend watched you with unabashed awe and desire on his face, “Be extra nice for me, and I’ll give you an early gift.”

 “I’ll be good,” he swore vehemently, an excited grin splitting his face, “I’ll be so good!”

 “You’d better,” you told him, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, one he responded to eagerly, his mouth opening easily, hot, wet, and fervent as you pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses on him before trailing up his jaw kissing and nipping at the skin as you went.

 You moved your hips against him in a slow rhythm, enjoying the feeling of him between your legs. He was loud as usual, moaning unashamedly and doing his best to thrust up beneath you undulating and writhing in a way you couldn’t help but find extremely sexy.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, breathless and eager, as you nipped at the skin of his neck, kissing, licking and suckling at it. Normally, you were fairly careful about leaving marks on him, mostly for your own sake. He didn’t care a single bit about it, and was happy to show any hickies you gave him off to the world. He’d even brag about them if he got the opportunity, but you were a little more circumspect.

 It meant you had to be the one to control yourself usually for both your sakes and your own dignity, but seeing how close it was to Christmas, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead you marked him up thoroughly, tossing caution to the wind as you nipped at the skin at the junction of his neck right where the collar of his t-shirt hit, pulling it back, stretching the fabric to give you better access to his skin.

 “Whoa, kitty, you really like this, huh?” your boyfriend asked even as he panted for breath unable to help teasing you despite how helpless he was, “Me, bound and helpless for you?”

 You bit down hard in response, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to be slightly painful, earning a garbled shout of surprise, his hips automatically bucking into yours, and a deep desperate groan escaping his lips. You smirked into his neck even as you laved over the nice bite mark you’d left on his skin, one that would no doubt leave a deep bruise. You’d known from the beginning that Terushima liked a little pain along with his pleasure every once in a while. You just hadn’t realized quite how much he liked it before.

             “What did I say about being naughty, Yuuji,” you purred teasingly into his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe and teasing the piercings with your tongue, “Be nice for me now.”

             “Fuck yes, kitty,” he groaned in response.

             You hummed in pleasure and sat back, grinding down on him again and earning a whimpered moan as you pulled the oversized sweater you’d been wearing up over your head and tossed it to the side. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel sexy and appreciated. Terushima wasn’t the kind of guy who held back, and his chocolate colored eyes were dark with desire as he let them roam over your exposed torso.

             In turn you carefully hiked his shirt up, pulling it through the strings of lights wrapped taught over his chest so that it was bunched over his collar bones, admiring the way the soft white lights lit his peach colored skin, framing each ridge and dip of his chiseled muscle and caught on the glinting metal that framed his dusky brown nipples.

             You leaned forward unable to help yourself, determined to mark him up just as thoroughly here as you’d done to his neck. One of your hands automatically moved up to gently tug at the piercing through his left nipple, playing with the little metal balls and teasing the tip with the pad of your thumb, hoping to coax some more noise from him.

             He eagerly obliged, curses and moans escaping his lips as he wriggled against his bonds, each sound sending bolts of heat through you making you grind helplessly into him. Your panties were damp between your thighs, no doubt soaked with your desire for him.

             “Like that?” you teased, nipping at the taught skin of his chest and flicking your tongue playfully over his other nipple, rolling the little balls around and enjoying the weight and feel of it as you sucked it into your mouth.

             “Fuck yeah kitty, you know I do,” he panted, his hips jolting and bucking helplessly with every nip and flick of your tongue, seeking friction between your thighs. The flush of his skin, and the breathless way he spoke making you feel utterly electric. Your own body flush with desire and arousal slick between your thighs.

             “Then why don’t you show me?” you asked, your eyes catching on the glinting metal of his tongue as he spoke, desire to have the talented appendage between your thighs coursing through you. You wriggled your leggings and underwear down off your hips, and kicking them away as he grinned at you, clearly picking up on what you wanted.

             “Hell yeah, pretty kitty, come up here and let me show you just how nice I can be,” he ordered, a self-assured smirk on his face as he waggled his tongue at you teasingly, still utterly cocky despite the fact that he was tied up and helpless.

             Still, he wouldn’t be Terushima without the attitude, and you had to admit even if it did drive you crazy at times, other times you found it incredibly attractive. This was one of those times, even if you did roll your eyes at him first, unable to help the amused smile that tugged your lips upwards even as you crawled up his body.

             You hovered over his face hesitantly for a moment, a little worried about smothering him. Normally when you did this his hands were free, and he was the one holding you down. He’d normally dig his hands into your thighs and press his face as close as he could get to you and use his talented tongue to make you cum over and over again until you were a shaking mess of overstimulation.

             This time though his hands were a bit preoccupied and you had absolutely no intention of letting them free. Instead you slipped one of your hands into his and ordered, “Pinch me if you need me to get up.”

             “Yeah right whatever,” he agreed unbothered, “Now come here, kitty.”

             You rolled your eyes again at his careless demeanor but did as ordered, lowering yourself over his face, your thighs spread wide to accommodate the arms held above his head. You let out a choked moan as he immediately dove in. Terushima had always eaten you out like a man starved, desperate to taste you, eager for every little bit of arousal he could pull from you.

             It was always an incredible experience and he knew it too. The man was a god at oral sex, not that you’d ever tell him that lest his ego grow even larger than it already was. He used his tongue piercing with skill, letting you feel the contrast in texture as he traced it over your folds, and lapped at your hold, drinking in your essence.

             “Yuuji,” you groaned, shuddering above him your hips jolting in an aborted movement as he flicked his skilled tongue over your entrance, his nose nuzzling against your clit, doing your best to speak, well aware that he liked to hear you talk when he did this for you, “Feels good, just like that for me, baby.”

             He speared his tongue into you, the sensation making you shake and writhe above him, a litany of moans escaping your lips as you praised him, “Your tongue is so amazing Yuuji, fuck, so good, so good.”

             He sucked and slurped at your folds, the sounds he was making utterly obscene, as he moaned into you, clearly enjoying it just as much as you were. Your hips were making tiny helpless thrusts against his face, seeking more as he ate you out thoroughly enough to make your thighs quake with desire.

             The sensation of it all was too much and quickly sent you tipping over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you, making you glad you had hold of him to ground yourself. He continued to lick and suck at you through it, not letting up for even a second making you whimper as you fought to get your shaking thighs to cooperate so you could pull yourself away.

             “Hey no come back, kitty. I wasn’t done,” he whined unhappily, lifting his head to try to chase you but unable to his arms jerking in a belated movement, clearly trying to grab hold of you.

             “Don’t you want your reward for being so nice to me, Yuuji?” you asked him, a little breathless as you shuffled back and away.

             “I was getting my reward already,” he informed you looking more than a bit smug, his face shiny from your release, “So come back here.”

             “I don’t think so,” you told him with a wry grin. Honestly, you should’ve known he’d say something like that, the cocky little jerk that he was. Still you weren’t about to let him have his way, he was the one tied up, you were the one meant to have your way with him.

             You didn’t give him a chance to protest as you slipped further down so you were straddling his thighs, palming the prominent bulge you found there, and earning a low groan from your sexy boyfriend. It took seconds to undo the belt he was wearing and flick open the button and zipper.

             “Really, Yuuji?” you asked, as you smiled a little in helpless amusement at the boxers he was wearing, which were a dark green and covered in little candy canes and Santa faces.

             “Santa is a sexy man,” he informed you with a teasing grin, completely unashamed, “And so am I.”

             “If you say so,” you agreed with a giggle, tugging his jeans and boxers down. They couldn’t go far because of the string of lights wrapped tight around one of his thighs, but far enough that you could free his erection, which sprang free, resting hard, flushed, and eager against his muscled abdomen.

             “Mm, I guess you are pretty sexy,” you conceded running your hands over his muscled thighs, enjoying the way the muscle flexed under your palms and the way his cock twitched in interest as you traced your thumbs over the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.

             “Fuck yeah I am,” he told you with a smug grin, one that made you want to wipe that cocky expression right off his face. You knew just now to do it too.

             Slowly you leaned down and began to kiss at his thighs, one of your hands reaching up to smooth over the firm muscle of his abs, and the other holding his hips in place. You worked slowly, laving your tongue over the muscle, kissing and nipping, enjoying the way they twitched and jumped with every sharp sensation.

             Your thumb traced circles on his hipbone as his cock twitched helplessly against his belly, the flushed tip smearing precum all over him. You refused to touch it, instead lowering your hand to gently squeeze his full sack, rolling it in your hand, massaging the heavy balls.

             Above you, Terushima was getting loud again, a string of curses leaving his lips in between low moans as your hand slipped lower. You teased the sensitive skin of his perineum with the tip of your index finger, making his hips jolt in pleasure, a surprised whine leaving his lips, the sound making you throb with desire.

             You carefully traced the sensitive pucker of his ass with your finger, pressing on it, teasing just the tip into his entrance, only your firm grip on his hips keeping him from writhing under your ministrations. You found a spot on his thigh that you liked, one you knew would brush up against the inner seam of his jeans and nipped at it several times in succession, hoping to leave a nice thorough mark that would remind him of you every time he moved later.

             “Tease,” your boyfriend accused, the word lacking any sort of sting with how breathlessly he said it.

             “You deserve it,” you told him, lifting your head up so you could look him in the eye even as you continued to tease your finger around his sensitive rim. There was a definite flush to his cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his skin making his golden blond hair stick to his forehead.

             “I thought I was nice,” he protested, a quiet gasp escaping his lips as your hand left his pucker to tease his perineum again.

             “You were nice,” you agreed with a grin, your body humming with arousal from the power you had over him, and the beautiful way he was responding to your every movement, “But then you were naughty right after.”

             “I wasn’t nngh!” he cut off with a groan of helpless pleasure as you finally wrapped your hand around the base of his desperate cock and slowly began to pump him, in long slow strokes.

             “You were,” you corrected, a little entranced with the sounds he made as you swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand over him, “But that’s okay, because I know exactly what to do with naughty boys.”

             “Oh yeah?” your boyfriend asked, the words probably meant to sound self-assured but coming out eager and breathy with desire instead.

             “Uh-huh,” you agreed, dipping your head to lick a long stripe along the sensitive underside of his cock, making his hips buck helplessly into the air, a shuddering gasp escaping his lips.

             You teased your tongue over the mushroomed head, exploring the sensitive ridge there, savoring the taste of him and the heavy feeling of him on your tongue as you sucked the tip into your mouth. He moaned above you as you continued to work him over, doing all the things you knew he loved, gently grazing your teeth over him, the feel of it making him shudder.

             You allowed yourself to drool all over him, peering up at him through your lashes and making pleased humming sounds around him as you took what you could into your mouth, your hand working the places where you couldn’t quite reach. His lips were parted as he panted for breath, his eyes locked on you, a fascinated awed look on his face that was utterly intent and flushed with desire.

             It was the same look he always gave you, as if he almost couldn’t believe that you’d do something like this for him, despite how eagerly he always went down on you. It made you even more eager to please him, because you knew, despite how utterly cocksure he acted, Terushima worshipped the ground you walked on.

 Experience meant you knew exactly when he was going to cum as you worked him up, only to pull back at the very last second making him whine unhappily as you removed your mouth, helpless confusion painting over his features. It was almost enough to make you feel bad, right up until you remembered the cocky look he’d worn not even five minutes prior and reminded yourself he definitely deserved this. Instead you slowly stroked your hand over him, not quite giving him enough stimulus to cum, but enough to keep him dancing close to the edge.

 “You look good like this, Yuuji,” you praised, well aware he had a bit of a praise kink, “all tied up for me, hard and needy.”

 “Kitty, kitty please,” he groaned, his cock flushed and weeping in your palms, hips shifting helplessly unable to move far because of the way he was tangled, seeking more friction.

 “Not yet, Yuuji,” you cooed at him, “Not yet, hold on for me, won’t you?”

 He groaned, low and deep as you slid up his chest, your hand still working him over, as you caught his lips in a messy kiss, one he eagerly dove into, clearly trying to distract himself from your teasing. You let him, enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips, one you were well accustomed to by now given how much he enjoyed eating you out.

 Threading your free hand through his hair, you tugged at it, knowing how much he enjoyed it as you allowed him to plunder your mouth. However, you didn’t let him distract you enough that you couldn’t tell when he got close to the edge again. You knew him too well for that, and instead pulled back again, leaving him untouched, his cock twitching desperately against his abs as he writhed searching for friction.

 A needy whine left his lips, the sound sending a bolt of heat through you. He was worked up and desperate, but the noises he was making were getting to you. You could feel an ache between your legs, your walls clenching around nothing, practically begging to be filled with your boyfriend’s thick cock.

 “Please,” he begged between kisses, completely unashamed at how desperate he sounded, brazen as ever even when he was needy, “please, please, please. I won’t be naughty this time. I’ll be nice!”

 “That’s what you always say,” you scolded lightly, even as you pulled away from his mouth, so you could resettle yourself over his hips giving in to both his need and your own. The two of you groaned in unison as you slowly sank down on his thick length, the feel of him inside you, stretching and filling you enough to make your breath catch in pleasure.

 “I mean it,” Terushima managed to gasp out as you began to slowly roll your hips, savoring the feel of him inside you, swiveling to ensure he hit all the right spots.

 “Then prove it, be nice for me now,” you challenged, “And don’t you dare cum until I do.”

 “Only if you let me see your tits, kitty,” he counter offered, breathlessly, brazen as ever.

 “I don’t think you’re really in a position to be making demands here,” you told him, amused at his audacity, purposefully clenching around him and earning a low moan of pleasure.

 “Please kitty?” he begged, dark eyes locked on yours, giving you the best pout, he could muster under the circumstances, “It’s Christmas, right? Season of giving?”

             You huffed at that, amused at the sheer cheek, but in the end, you caved, reaching around to undo your bra, and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting your breasts bounce free. Terushima’s eyes immediately went to them, tongue darting out, clearly desperate to taste you.

 Your hands immediately went up to them, figuring you might as well give him a show, squeezing and fondling them, in the way that felt best to you, pushing them up and together for him to see. Your fingers plucked at your nipples, teasing both him and yourself, your hips speeding up inadvertently, chasing your pleasure as you watched him watch you.

 His hips gave aborted, shallow thrusts, clearly desperately trying to match you and chase his own pleasure, making the muscles in this abdomen ripple and glisten in the light given off by the tiny bulbs on the string. Several red marks where the wire dug into his skin as he’d thrashed against his bonds had appeared crisscrossing his skin beautifully. His face was a mask of desire, want, and affection intertwined and clear for anyone to see.

 You honestly thought you’d never seen anything quite as appealing as he was in that moment, as you chased your pleasure, one of your hands sneaking down under his watchful gaze to toy with your clit as you rode him. The sight was clearly too much for your boyfriend, who you could clearly see was right on the edge. However, you were too worked up yourself to want to back down, instead pushing harder, chasing your own pleasure.

 You felt him begin to cum inside you, hot liquid splashing against your insides, but continued to ride him. Your own ending was close, though you purposefully pulled your hand away from your clit and your breasts, prolonging it as best you could.

 “T-too much, kitty, too much,” he whined at you, not that you were at all inclined to listen to him.

 “It’s your own fault, Yuuji,” you scolded breathlessly, “We had a deal, and you couldn’t keep up your end of it, which means you get to stay just like this until I cum.”

 “Fuck, fuck kitty, feels so good, it hurts, but it feels so good,” he moaned at you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into fists. His hips shifted as much as they could under you, though whether he was trying to meet you, or shrink away you couldn’t tell.

 “I know you like it, Yuuji,” you teased, “You think you can cum again for me?”

 Your challenge made his eyes pop open, staring at you in surprise as you reached forward, your nails digging into his chest, earning a broken moan from your boyfriend, whose cock twitched inside you at the sensation. You tugged lightly at his nipples, conscious not to yank as you played with the piercings, the pleasure making him whine.

 He felt so good inside you, thick and hard and perfect, curved just enough to brush along the front of your walls with every thrust. The sound of your hips on his was utterly obscene, the sound filling the room along with a litany of gasping breaths and moans, mingling in the air between the two of you, sending fissions of desire along your spine.

 Your own end was getting close, as you chased after it, your movements becoming slightly sloppy as you rode him desperately. Your back arched as you swiveled your hips in just the right way to push you over the edge, your walls clamping down hard on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. A choked moan left your throat, as you felt him begin to cum once more, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer as you collapsed on his chest.

 You lay there for several moments catching your breath but it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it usually was and you couldn’t stay for long. Instead you pushed yourself back up, wincing slightly at the way the bulbs had dug into your skin. Terushima looked just as wrung out as you felt, still flushed and panting as he watched you with clear adoration in his eyes.

 You pressed a quick affectionate kiss to his lips, and slowly began to carefully untangle him from the lights, managing to free his wrists and arms, so he could help you with the rest. He had a few deep red lines across his skin from where the wires had dug in slightly when he thrashed, and his chest, neck and thighs were awash with the marks you’d left in your wake. He looked well and truly fucked, and from the smirk on his face, he knew it too.

 “Next time, you get to be the one tied up,” he managed to tease, a cocky grin on his face as he carefully helped you pull yourself off his softening cock, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and tossing it to you to help clean yourself up with, uncaring about the mess.

 “Fine by me,” you agreed, more than willing to switch and let him take care of you, “But not with the lights next time, as it is, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at them the same way ever again.”

 He grinned at you, completely recovered and utterly unashamed as he waggled his eyebrows and asked, “Then how do you feel about tinsel, kitty?”

[glitcherzzzz]

HI!! HELLO!! PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET :D

ive just gotten tumblr after spending the past 919191 years on the internet/j

anyways i thought id introduce myself, you can call me fritz / ronald both work!!

im a minor so don’t do anything weird

i like to do art and stuff, im into film making and hope one day im able to be a film maker :)

i like cats! i like reptiles! and i use xenogenders and neopronouns [dni if you dont support them ^^]

here are some things i like! :D

lemon demon, will wood, wordgirl, the amazing world of gumball, deltarune, star trek, oingo boingo, tally hall, sonic, hello kitty, goth things, they might be giants, mitski, invader zim, FNAF, the lego movie, ghostbusters, SCTV, reanimator, space, paranormal stuff, alligators, a series of unfortunate events and gummy’s!!!

i like more things but thats all i can think of rn heh

anyways DNI ruless

basic dni criteria if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, pedophilic, zoofile, proshippers or any of that other stuff kindly get fuck off my page^^

other dni things if you fakeclaim people, and those ‘reality checker’ people

people who think ‘blackwashing’ is real, endo systems, white cishet allistic people/hj, REALLY THIN ICE IF YOURE A DSMP FAN (if you support people like dream, tommyinnit or jschlatt get of my page)

ALRIGHT, that will be all from me until my next post thingy :D!!

[satsurikusajira]

Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty 01

words: 2108

Grimmjow just wants some lovin’ like the cats in the World of the Living. Chin-scratches escalate to something more.

He stood on top of a pole, watching the humans walk by, just as the sun was beginning to set. He had been sneaking out from Hueco Mundo often enough to make it a habit, and recognized some of the people on their way home. Grimmjow had taken a liking to watching them, and would occasionally follow one or the other to see how they lived. He was mostly bored, and itching to go back, but his visits to the World of the Living had an ulterior motive. Usually, he would escape the wrath of Aizen, or in rare occurrences, one of the other espadas, and he couldn’t fight his way out of whatever trouble he had found himself in. So, instead of skating on thin ice, he would cool off in the small town neighbourhood.

The jingling of a bell caught his attention and he turned to see the one human he had actually taken an interest in locking up what he had found out to be a small bookshop where she spent her days working. He frowned at her change in attire. Two weeks ago, she was wearing a short sleeved blouse. Today, an oversized knit sweater slipped off her shoulder and a handkerchief was tied around her neck. Had it gotten colder? Grimmjow barely noticed the temperature changes, but other humans were starting to bundle up as well, so he shrugged it off. He hopped down to the pavement to keep her in his line of sight as she shut off the lights to the shop and vanished up the stairs in the back.

Since his last visit two weeks ago, he had learned she lived alone above her workplace. Well, not alone. This was why he had taken an interest in her. She had a cat. The thing was massive. It was a cross-eyed, lazy, white maine coon with an overbite. At least it wasn’t one of those inbred, flat-nosed persians. His interest wasn’t the cat per se, but the way she interacted with it. Something about the way she ran her fingers through its fur and cooed softly at it as it made itself comfortable on her lap sent a pang through him that confused him to no end.

Grimmjow sat on the neighbour’s roof and watched through the window as the cat stretched languidly across the couch and shook its head to rid itself of any sleep still clinging to it. It sat and stared straight back at Grimmjow. He was used to it, animals could see him perfectly well, but that cat seemed to have a grudge against him. Every time he visited, the animal would glare at him through the window. When the woman finally entered her small apartment above the shop, the cat turned, hopped off the sofa and padded over to the door to greet her, as it always did.

“Hello, my love!” Grimmjow heard the muffled conversation between human and cat through the glass. Every time she talked to it, it would meow back at her, in varying degrees of tone, length and volume. “How was your day?” it purred loudly at her. “Really?”

And so it went on as she slipped off her shoes and made her way to her bathroom. The door was wide open during his first two visits, but the damn cat had noticed him leering at her as she showered, so he took to leaning its heavy body against the door to slam it in his face ever since. Grimmjow scowled at the closed door and listened to the shower run, a very faint aroma of soap reaching his nose. It wasn’t long before she finished up in the bathroom, a knit cardigan and fluffy socks added to her usual short nightgown.

Grimmjow watched as she made a beeline for the old record player sitting in the corner and put on a black disk of smooth music. He rather enjoyed her taste in calm tunes, even went so far to crane his neck once in an attempt to read the square paper the disk was encased in. It read ‘JAZZ’. He had no idea what that was. After she adjusted the volume to her taste, her next stop was the refrigerator. She made a plate for herself out of leftovers, something that looked like a lumpy beige sauce and white rice. Grimmjow could smell chicken after she had reheated it. He never had the need to eat proper food, being an Espada, but the smell enticed him enough to make him lick his lips. He watched enviously as she hand-fed the cat little pieces of chicken, berating him on how he had his own food on his dish. Grimmjow growled as the thrice cursed animal actually turned to sneer at him, while rubbing his side against her calves.

“What are you looking at, Hemingway?” She glanced out the window. “You want some fresh air?” She received a loud meow as an answer. Standing, she made her way to the balcony window and slid it open just enough for him to slip out, purring and chirping as he slid past her ankles. “Just until I’m done eating, okay? It’s getting colder. Don’t wander off into the neighbours.” Another meow and his prompt plopping of his furry butt down on the balcony chair was her answer. “Good boy.” She went back inside, leaving the door ajar.

“Who are you to have taken an interest in my mistress?” came a raspy voice from the feline, much to Grimmjow’s surprise. “Yeah, you, with the hole in his stomach. You’re not a hollow, I can tell that much.”

“No, I’m not.” Grimmjow studied the cat more closely. He was busy licking his paw and running it over his whiskers. “The fuck are you?”

“Do you mean to harm my mistress?” The cat, Hemingway, if he recalled correctly, completely ignored his question. Grimmjow remained quiet. He had no idea what he wanted from the woman. “You’re a cat too, of sorts.” It wasn’t a question, so he received no answer. “I will not share my mistress with a stray. Off with you.”

“Why, you little--” Grimmjow sonidoed to the balcony and grabbed the cat by the scruff of his neck. A loud yowl and a swipe to his arm startled him to the point of dropping the furry asshole. Grimmjow was shocked to see four long gashes on his forearm.

“Hemingway?” The woman’s voice came through the gap in the window, accompanied by the dining chair scraping on the floor and her footsteps approaching. The cat scampered back inside just as she stuck her head out to look at the balcony, her gaze immediately landing on Grimmjow.

It was a split second decision. Grimmjow saw her chest inflate and her mouth widen to what he was sure would have been a scream, but he snapped his hand to her mouth and bodily forced her inside.

“Don’t scream.” He growled at her. Her eyes were wide, and her cardigan had slipped off her left shoulder, but her hands instead went to his chest, where a transparent force pushed him away from her.

“Who are you?” She panted. “How did you get past the wards?”

“The what?” Grimmjow rubbed his chest, but he wasn’t hurt.

“I allowed him in.” The raspy voice called from the sofa. “He’s just a stray, probably after some food.” She glanced at the cat, but turned quickly back to the intruder with a questioning frown on her face.

“A stray?” Her stance was still cautious. Grimmjow was confused. How could she see him, he felt no reiatsu on her.

“He’s stupid, too.” Hemingway snickered. Grimmjow made to grab his sword, but his arms were glued to his side as soon as the woman snapped her fingers.

“Now, you listen here, Mister!” she pointed her finger at him and he felt his arms squeeze further into his sides. “This is my domain, and I will not have anyone threaten me or mine!” He faintly saw a green aura surrounding her body as she spoke, but could not feel any reiatsu whatsoever.

Grimmjow, however, was the sexta espada, and would not be held immobile on any account, so with little effort, he broke through whatever invisible restraints were around him and finally pulled out his sword, pointing it at the woman’s chin. As soon as he did so, the scratches on his arm burned so fiercely, he was forced to grab his arm, though he managed not to drop his sword.

“Your doing, Hemingway?” The woman asked, eyeing the scratches. The cat appeared to nod, and before Grimmjow could ask, he explained:

“Those will keep you from harming my Mistress.” The white cat was relaxed on the couch, his paws crossed and green eyes trained on Grimmjow. “I have already said I will not share my Mistress. Be gone with you, vagrant!”

“I’m not a vagrant!” Grimmjow had no idea what a vagrant was, but he understood he was being insulted.

“Then where is your home?” The woman’s voice softened a bit. “What’s your Mistress’ name?”

“My Mistress?” Grimmjow relaxed when the burning in his arm subsided, but he did not sheathe his sword.

“You are a cat, are you not?” She asked. How could she know? “Whom do you serve?”

“Aizen-sama.” Came the bitter reply.

“Aizen? Never heard of her. Is she new in town? Hemingway, do you know of any new arrivals?”

“Aizen Sosuke is a man.” Grimmjow finally sheathed his sword. “We don’t live here.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Was the last thing he expected to hear as she took a step closer. “Is that why you look like that? I always hated Warlocks and what they do to their familiars, just look at you.” She clicked her tongue and reached out to touch the bone on his cheek. Grimmjow grabbed her wrist and glared at her.

“What. The fuck. Are you talking about, woman?” He growled out.

“He’s not a familiar.” Hemingway had his eyes trained on Grimmjow’s hand as he held his Mistress’ wrist. “He’s part Hollow.” Grimmjow let her wrist slip free as she gasped and stepped back in shock.

---

“So, let me get this straight. Lora, is it?” Grimmjow was sitting at the table across from the woman, trying to absorb the new information she and Hemingway were dumping on him. “You’re a witch.” She nodded. “This is your familiar, some kind of...animal servant.” he pointed to the cat currently on her lap, who yowled, outraged at his description. “And you’re telling me that there are Warlocks, male witches, who abuse their familiars.” His mind snapped to Aizen.

“Well, most of them do.” Lora nodded. “I’ve met a few who are...civil.” She scrunched up her face. So, definitely not Aizen.

“But you know about Hollows?” He asked.

“And Shinigamis, but I don’t know what an Arrancar is.” She looked at him expectantly. Grimmjow wasn’t too worried about explaining anything to the human. Instead, his eyes snapped to the empty plate she had pushed aside when they sat to talk. He hadn’t touched the tea she served him, but the smell of her dinner still wafted around the apartment. She noticed with a small smile as he licked his lips. “Would you like anything to eat?”

“Don’t feed the stray, he’ll never leave us be!” Hemingway protested.

“I’m not a stray!” Grimmjow barked at the cat. “And I don’t need your food.” He stood to leave, but a small hand on his forearm stopped him.

“Here.” She pushed something into his hand, but otherwise didn’t stop him from storming out into the night.

“You fed him. Now he’ll keep coming back.” Hemingway sighed as he stretched and made his way to her bedroom.

“He looked so lonely…” Lora looked out into the night, but seeing no trace of their guest, she shut the window and shivered, switching the lights off and retiring to her bed, Hemingway curling into a warm ball at her feet.

---

Grimmjow stopped a few blocks over and looked at the package in his hand. It was a white triangle, wrapped in plastic. He pulled the film off and sniffed at the riceball. He smelled fish and spices. Taking a tentative bite out of it, his eyes were blown wide at the taste. He had tried human food before, but it didn’t make him care much for it. This simple riceball was cold, but awakened his tastebuds in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He scarfed the whole thing down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before opening a Garganta back to Hueco Mundo.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

i'd give my left kidney to see Wade, Peter and Matt in live action.

@cormac-kenway

Hello again! Sorry its a million years late! Thanks for sending in a request!

Rating: Teen. For mentions of sex & Wade's swearing

Mostly just sad broke uni student + sad broke lawyer, trying to catch up on their work, and Wade being himself.

“Coffee?” Matt’s soft voice registered in Peter’s head but he couldn't pull himself away enough to respond. He felt Matt leave a fresh cup of coffee next to his hand then he left the kitchen.

Matt was on thin ice with Foggy about a particularly demanding case and Peter couldn’t think about how far behind on his school work he was. Every time he tried to add it all up he started to panic and stick to things.

Wade had crashed into him in the mail room and suggested that he should team up with Matt for a no nonsense - get three months of work done in one day - super fun study marathon. So here he was with his school stuff spread across Matt’s table. He and Daredevil made an excellent crime fighting team, so it wasn't surprising that they worked well on paper work as well. The change of scenery and the fact that Matt took his cell phone were very helpful.

So far it was a very productive morning. No alien invasions or evil villains. Peter plowed through without stopping till they had lunch ( peanut butter toast) then got back to it. He looked up at some point and noticed it was dark out. He pulled his hoodie over his head and walked down the hall to poke his head into Matt’s office.

“Hey, do you want me to leave at some point.”

“Ha, I still have three more letters to write for this and another case I haven't even started on yet. You can stay till you want to go.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks again for letting me come over. Uh did my phone go off at all?”

“Nope.”

“Huh” Wade was always texting Peter random stuff, if he wasn't texting he was bothering Peter in person. He hoped he wasn't causing trouble somewhere.

“If you want him to text you all the time maybe you should make a move”

“What!? Why would I - what?! WHo?!”’ Peter didn't understand where the idea had come from. He hasn't told anyone that he had feelings. No one even knew he was interested in men.

“Your heart rate goes crazy when he's brought up.”

“Oh” He always forgets that Matt can hear so well. That’s how he made the connection as to who Spider-Man was in the first place.

“Don't be embarrassed. Secrets safe with me”

“Uh thanks.” Peter didn't know how to respond, he turned around figuring the conversation was over.

“He’s dangerous. And an idiot. A dangerous idiot, Peter. But it's not a secret that he loves you back. Do whatever you want with that information, just be careful.” Matt went back to what he was doing, and Peter went back to the kitchen.

He sat down and thought about what Matt said. It wasn’t a secret that Wade flirted with him, but Wade also flirted with everyone.

Weighing the options of continuing to study and going home (down the hallway) to have an existential crisis, he knew that he had to use what precious Non- Spiderman time he had to be productive. Soon enough he was back into the Zone and barely registered Matt calling out to him.

“Peter somethings wrong with Wade in the parkade.” Peter didn't really hear what Matt said, he just reacted. He ran out of the apartment and over the railing of the stairwell, flinging the door to the parkade open. He could hear Wade’s yelling echoing. Running over he could see him there in a bright pink crop top and a pair of hello kitty bottoms, waving his gun around. Peter ran harder and flung himself at him, taking him down in an impressive tackle. They wrested around but he let Peter win, coming out on top straddling him. Peter properly looked him over.

“What's wrong with you?!” Peter demanded in a panicked state that completely went over Wade’s head. Wade only responded with a pout.

“Really are you hurt?! Why were you yelling?” Peter was looking around for potential threats. But all he could see was an empty, shittly maintained parkade.

“ I couldnt get the-FUCKING DOOR OPEN BECUASE THE GOD DAMN FOB IS A PEICE OF FUCKING GARBAGEEEE”

“There’s nothing wrong with your fob. I used it yesterday. Give it here.” He could see Wade calculating a way to get him to stay there on top of him. Lucky for him Matt easily walked around them and opened the door to the garbage room.

“It's a push door not a pull door.”

There was a long pause where Matt picked up Wade's huge garbage bag and tossed it in the dumpster then closed the door.

“Well I'll leave you boys to it.” Matt walked past them towards the stair well with a smirk on his face.

Peter looked down at Wade’s dumbfounded expression and let out a laugh.

“So cum here often?” Wade asked with a goofy grin and raised eyebrows.

“No but I could if you like?” Wade laughed but held Peter’s eyes. Peter remembered what Matt had said earlier. “Take me back to yours?” He could feel his face start to heat up at the thought of rejection.

``Whatever you want baby boy” Wade got up and managed to keep Peter there on his chest like a koala bear. As they made their way back to Wade’s (now suspiciously clean) apartment, Peter silently hoped Matt had earplugs.

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Hope you enjoyed it!!! <3 thanks again for sending in a request!!!

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.

Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit. 

hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩

 “Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“ 

“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”

“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”

“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“

“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”

“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”

Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority. 

After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved. 

Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society. 

“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”

“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too. 

“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”

There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.

“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin. 

“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to. 

“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”

There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice. 

So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on. 

Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.

“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.

“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.

“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”

“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”

Valentina almost choked on a chip. 

“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”

Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.

“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep? 

“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.

“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy. 

Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”

Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”

Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.

“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”

Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless. 

“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”

Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t? 

Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“

“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“

Knock Knock

“Oh? Would you look at that.”

Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice 

“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck 

“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”

“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”

“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”

Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs 

“Valentina?”

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her. 

“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”

“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”

“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.

“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”

“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.

——————

“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”

Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.

“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”

Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA. 

“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“

“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”

“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month. 

Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.” 

Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”

Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”

“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”

“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.

“Nothing,” Jada replies.

“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”

“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”

“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”

“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”

“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”

Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular. 

“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”

Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore. 

“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”

She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik. 

——————

Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill. 

All you gotta do is say yes

Don't deny what you feel

Let me undress you, baby;

Open up your mind and express

I'm about to let you know you make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so

You make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah

Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice. 

“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree. 

“Applications for Artificial Intelligence. 

“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.

“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”

“Sounds...stressful.”

“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military. 

“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician. 

“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?” 

“Yes.” Valentina blushes.

“What made you get into that?”

“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I. 

“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”

“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”

“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest. 

Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there. 

“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.

“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going. 

Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”

“You don’t believe me.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.” 

How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...

“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.

“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”

“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”

“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.

“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”

Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.” 

“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”

“Look at me, Val.”

 Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t. 

“I know about her and Rodney already.”

 “When did you find out?”

 “last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”

 “They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”

 “Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”

 “Yeah, Chanel, China-”

 “I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”

“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”

“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”

“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”

“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder 

“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.

“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”

“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf. 

“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”

“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes 

“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”

“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap 

“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”

“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”

“She’s jealous of you, Val.”

“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty” 

“Fuck all that. So are you.” 

Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin. 

“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.

“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”

“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”

“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”

“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl? 

“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet. 

“Nah, answer my question properly.”  

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.

“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was. 

Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone. 

Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl. 

“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”

When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf. 

“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on. 

“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her. 

“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.

“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.

Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking. 

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal. 

“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”

“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”

“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”

“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now. 

“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.

“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”

This man could get anything he wanted.

“Okay, Erik.”

________________

It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students,  Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them. 

Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy. 

“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.

The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on. 

H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat. 

Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh

 Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.

“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana. 

Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!” 

Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked,  her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.

Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh! 

“Erik!”

Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her. 

“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.

Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy. 

“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”

“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”

“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”

“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”

“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”

Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home. 

“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”

“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”

“Nah, turn the lights back on.” 

“But Erik-”

“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”

“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”

“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”

“No, I swear-”

“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”

Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.

“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”

“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.

“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”

“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.

“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.

“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”

Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved. 

“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”

Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.

“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back. 

“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.

“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”

Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.

“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”

She blinked at him while nodding her head.

“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis. 

“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”

UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore. 

“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy. 

“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!” 

Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight. 

“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”

Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed. 

“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.

“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge.  A striking beauty. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick. 

“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.

All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy. 

“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep. 

“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out. 

“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.” 

“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.

“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!” 

 It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss. 

“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”

“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.

“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”

Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick. 

“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”

“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!”  Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.

“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.

Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back. 

“Fill her up so good!”

“She got that phatty too!”

“That’s how you work a pussy.”

“All up in that shit.”

 Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release. 

“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”

“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”

“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!” 

Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her. 

“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”

“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.

“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.

She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.

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Another World - TDC Holidays - Day 1

It’s here! Please leave reblogs and comments bc they’re really good motivators, thanks!

DAY 1

AU: FUCK THE FDF ENDING (ALSO, MAMA CAMILLE)

POV: ARSINOE

What started all of the events that followed was, unsurprisingly in Arsinoe’s opinion, her almost mother-in-law’s fault. Although, she thought that about many things in her life as it was now. Kat, Mira and her had been sitting at the breakfast table looking over napkin colour (Arsinoe was struggling to keep her eyes open honestly) when Ruth had flaunted into the room, holding some party invitation. She had seemed too satisfied with it, which had piqued Arsinoe’s interest.

“Who’s that from?” Arsinoe had sounded out around a yawn, smiling at the disapproving look she was given.

“Lady Camille and Lord Philippe of Dumont, Centra. Their son is finally being presented to high society,” Ruth had said. Arsinoe had frowned. Those names were ridiculously familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Mirabella spoke instead.

“Ruth, is Camille a very common name here on the Mainland?” She asked. Mrs. Chatworth frowned in consideration.

“No, I suppose it’s not. Why do you ask, Mirabella?” She inquires. Mirabella looks at both of her now attentive sisters before turning back.

“It’s just that, well, Camille and Philippe are the names of our mother and father,” Mirabella says. Realisation dawns on Arsinoe. Of course that was where she had heard those names before. Mrs. Chatworth looks over the three of them with a gentle but angry look on her face. She always became righteously mad whenever the triplets bought up their lack of parents or their treatment on Fennbirn, her motherly instincts making her fuss over them more often than Arsinoe would like.

“We should go and see whether it’s them,” Arsinoe says, gaining surprised looks from Ruth and Mirabella as she cracks one of her knuckles, “oh, and this one,” she picks up a napkin before standing and stretching.

“I thought you weren’t paying attention?” Kat asks with gentle mocking. Arsinoe snorts.

“I wasn’t, but I know the colour scheme for my own wedding Kitty, it’s not that hard to find the right one,” she says with a shrug.

“You want to go see if they are our parents? Why?” Mirabella asks, slight concern in her voice. Arsinoe cracks another few knuckles and her neck.

“I don’t want to talk to our mother, she’s the worst, but I think I’d at least like to meet our father.”

~

After much discussion, they decided to go. The gala was packed with people in black tie but the hosts were nowhere to be found. The mansion (although castle was honestly a more apt word) they were in was making liberal use of what was essentially a ballroom. She scoffs in indignation when they enter, plucking a flute of champagne from a passing tray.

“A castle? Honestly pretentious,” she whispers, her red-painted lips smiling sardonically at her sisters.

“I’d buy you a castle, A,” Billy leans over her shoulder to kiss her cheek and steal a sip of her drink, making her blush. Both of her sisters feign retching and move away from them into the throng of people. Arsinoe hums gently as he stands beside her and takes back her champagne.

“If you put the salary Jules gives you into buying me a castle of all things, I will leave you at the altar,” she says and he places a hand on his chest, feigning a wound. She takes the hand away from his chest and kisses it gently, a smile on her face.

“No castle then. I might just buy a cottage in the woods, how does that sound?” Billy says, stepping closer until they’re chest to chest. She leans up slightly and kisses his cheek, before rubbing away the slight red left there.

“That would be perfection.”

“Arsinoe?” Arsinoe turns to the unfamiliar voice calling her name like a question, coming face to face with a woman who she is unable to look away from. She was older and had deep wrinkles in her face, but the colouring of her hair and eyes was unmistakeable. It was the exact same as Arsinoe’s own, as her sisters.

“Hello, mother,” Arsinoe says, approaching her with a hand to shake.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Queen Camille says and Arsinoe raises an eyebrow sourly.

~

“So I’m the dead one but the other two had a shot? Rude,” Arsinoe hmphs, slouching back against the chaise she was sharing with her sister’s in the library Camille had dragged them off to. Camille sat across from them with her hands folded and under Mirabella’s icy expression actually manages to look penitent.

“Mirabella was powerful and Katharine would have had the Arrons,” Camille says quietly. Arsinoe scowls.

“Yeah, whole lot of good the Arrons did,” Kat says bitterly, rubbing a place on her sleeve where a scar was underneath. Arsinoe reaches behind Mirabella’s back and takes her hand gently.

“You purposefully took steps to have two of your children killed so one could live. That’s the work of someone truly sick,” Mirabella said, with enough acid to make their mother flinch. She looks ready to continue her barrage when the door opens and two men enter the room. The first is tall and older with salt and pepper hair and warm blue eyes. Arsinoe can’t miss the slant of his nose that she’s been looking at on her own face her entire life. Their father then. Next to him stands a boy just younger than them with brown hair and his father’s blue eyes. He smiles at Arsinoe when their eyes meet.

“Mum, who are these fine ladies?” He says and Arsinoe shoots a sourly amused look at her mother.

“This your son?” Camille nods and Arsinoe turns to him. “Hi, I’m Arsinoe, this is Katharine and Mirabella. We are your older sisters,” words couldn’t describe the stages of shock both men’s faces went through.

“Girls, your father Philippe and your brother Charles,” Camille says weakly. Arsinoe gave them both a gentle smile. Neither of them deserved her ire. She doubts they even know what Camille did to them.

Charles recovers first and smirks at her. “Wicked scars, sis,” Arsinoe smiles despite herself before she glances at her father, whose eyes are looking awfully teary as he sits on the coffee table in front of them.

His eyes trace their faces before he’s pulling them into his arms, hugging them so tight Arsinoe huffs a laugh.

“Stay for the party, would you, my darling girls. I would hate for you to leave,” he offers when they break apart. Arsinoe shares a look with her siblings. Mirabella nods.

“Okay, we’ll stay,” Mirabella answers and Arsinoe catches her shit-eating grin too late to stop her from continuing, “I’m sure Arsinoe’s fiancee will try to get your blessing before the night’s out,” Mirabella finishes and her father looks at her in surprise.

“Mira,” she groans, dropping her head into her hands to hide her bright red cheeks, much to the amusement of her sisters and brother.

“Well he must be an alright bloke, that’s one hell of a rock on your finger,” Charles says and she lifts her head to point a finger at him.

“You, little brother, are on thin ice,” he just laughs.

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? If it’s something supposed to be taken seriously, like an athlete doing a risky ice skating spin, then I’d be nervous in that I don’t want them to fail. But if it’s someone doing something rather foolish like doing a moonsault off a roof or putting out a candle with their bare fingers, the mischievous side of me will silently half-wish something goes wrong haha. Have you ever had to take a pee test? You mean a urinalysis? Yeah. Angela’s doctor mom suspected I had UTI a few weeks ago so she had written up a recommendation for me to take a ‘pee test,’ as you put it. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? I mean, I did for the aforementioned urinalysis lol. And what do you mean by clean pee? How is that different from dirty pee? Lmao Are you a bit of a nerd? Guh, I loved calling myself this is a teenager...because...y’know...I was a teenager and wanted to sound cool and ~not like the other girls~ lol but I was definitely trying too hard at the time. I don’t consider myself a nerd now and I don’t think I ever was. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? Just my own dishes for the most part, but that’s it.

Are you good at HTML? At one point I was, because it was once a common practice on Tumblr to customize your themes, add your own pages, and basically just mix up your blog. I dunno if normal Tumblr still does this haha but if I tried to do this today I’d be rusty for sure. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? Nope. I always feel like I’d get caught. Most interesting place you've ever visited? I’d say Shanghai was the most interesting mostly because it was SO incredibly first-world and the whole place was just so modern, so technologically forward and the experience was so jarring considering the dumpsite I live in. It was very daunting seeing all the bright lights, people dressing up so well, luxury shops on every corner, and how rich their nightlife was. Have you ever had anything tailored? Yes, my lola knows how to do that so whenever I need my clothes adjusted I’d just ask her to do it. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? Nope, haven’t heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? I never get my eyebrows done; I don’t find it necessary. They’re naturally on the thick side, but from years of trichotillomania and plucking my left eyebrows, the hair eventually never 100% came back and the end of that eyebrow has juuuust a bit of a bald patch on it. It’s only noticeable for those who know about my trich, but still. What color is your bedroom door? It’s brown, but the bottom part sports a lot of chipped-off paint due to my dog scratching on it to get in and out of my room for the last twelve years.   Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? I value both since I tend to need either at different points. Have you ever been hunting? Never.  Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? You do you, and it’s definitely okay. It’s just not my thing. Do you always wear a bra? Not when I’m at home. I for sure haven’t worn one in a while due to the pandemic forcing me to stay home, but I did wear a bra when I went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Felt so weird lol. Do you have a wrist watch? No. I always lose them under my watch (hehe) so I just stopped wearing them altogether so that I don’t keep wasting my parents’ money :/ Do you usually jog or go for walks? I’ll sometimes go for walks, but for leisure. I don’t think of them as workouts at all. Could you be happier? Yeah, I think this is how most of us, if not all of us, feel.

Don't you just love aerial views? Like...from airplanes? Yessss, I love them a lot. When my dad books flights for us I always call dibs on a window seat as I never get tired of seeing cities and towns from the sky. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? As far as I know it’s Martens, and no I don’t. I’ve always thought they were too chunky for my liking. Do you like wine? Hate it, I never liked its bitter taste. My girlfriend and some of my aunts love wine though so sometimes I’ll have a glass or two and pretend to like it so I can spend time with them haha. Do you scrapbook? Nope. We do have scrapbooks at home, but it was my mom who made all of them for mine and my siblings’ baby photos. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? Of course. ^ did you listen? Not always. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? ...I don’t care. I never played the game actually. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? Kid sounds weird in this sentence lol, and yeah I’d say that’s a pretty shitty thing to do. There are 365 days in a year and unless my significant other has been an abusive shithead, I’d pick a date other than their birthday to break up with them. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? On their birthday, I guess...? How many followers do you have on Twitter? At the moment, 722. Do you like Hello Kitty? Not really. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? Not that I can recall. My sister has always been the one better at those than me, she wins something every time. Though there was one time I was at the arcade and was just fucking around with the claw machines until I saw a kimono-wearing Hello Kitty left behind in one of them; I figured someone won it but didn’t want it, so I gleefully took it and gave it to my sister who’s super into Hello Kitty AND anything Japanese haha. Is there an actual word for those? I call it the claw machine. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? I never have but I remember wanting to because Robert Pattinson is in it, heh. Do you like thunderstorms? Love them. I can see myself living somewhere where it rains all year round. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I’ve ridden a horse before but I don’t think it counts as horseback-riding? It was part of the itinerary on one of our trips to Tagaytay nearly a decade ago, and a skilled rider was maneuvering the horse for me. I was like 12 and didn’t know any better, but today I absolutely wouldn’t take part in some tourist attraction thing that would use and tire out animals. Have you ever seen your naked back? I’ve had to turn around and look at it in the mirror a few times because I have scoliosis and I had wanted to see the point where my back starts to curve. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? Noooooo. I hate doing PDA myself so I’ll likely be sheepish at my own wedding actually, considering the fact that I wanna invite like 400 people lol. Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? I don’t base attractiveness off of hair color, so I don’t really care. Who is the last person you held hands with? Gabie. Was ages ago though. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: I mean, wedding cake isn’t even a type of cake lol. I think cheesecake is the superior cake, though. Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? Not at all. It’s a lot more awkward if I know the person but am not close with them or don’t know them all that well, so then I’d have to spend the next few seconds figuring out if I wanna make small talk or just ignore them altogether. Do you cuss excessively when you're upset? I can cuss excessively regardless of my mood. I don’t do it as much as I did when I was a teenager, but my potty mouth will still slip out every now and then. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? Eugh, this is an awful question. Can we just go with no cheating? Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? I don’t think so. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? Yeah, I was recently reading my old survey answers from 2015 when my breakup was fresh, and apparently I was a super happy camper who felt free as fuck when Gab and I had broken things off so I guess that’s one example lol. Have you ever been to a rave? Nope, no raves for me. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? I’ve only eaten a whole banana once my whole life and that was a few weeks ago when I had a fever. Mom said it’ll be good for my body so I was made to eat one for breakfast. It wasn’t all that bad, but it will still take a whole lot for me to have to eat another banana. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? I’ve never been that angry before, no. Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? Yuh, Filipino is my first language.

Have you ever had sex outside? I’ve had it outside but we were still hidden, like inside a car lol if that still counts. Have you ever been outside naked? ^ Same situation. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? If it looks majestically taken care of, yep. Do you have a beauty mark? I don’t. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? No. I’ve been terrified of them ever since watching The Shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be up to entering one since I hate getting lost. Do you think you're the best thing that's happened to someone? I dunno. I don’t really need this big of a validation, so it’s genuinely fine if no one thinks of me in this way. Is the best thing that's ever happened to you a person? Yes, but also a dog. What's your boyfriend's style, or what style tends to attract you? I’ve observed that Gab jumps from one style to another. Some days she’ll dress like a sophisticated aunt and wear nice flowy dresses, other days she’ll opt to look a bit tomboyish and wear a graphic or tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? Yeah, my cousin Bia. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? Hundreds is a safe guess. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? I enjoy both, but I like jazz a tad bit more.

What's the most emotionally painful thing you've ever been through? Finding out about Nacho. My grandpa’s death hurt as hell too, but back then I had no choice but to harden up and force myself to be ok and focus because I had an insanely important college entrance exam coming up five days after his passing, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted. With the news of Nacho, I was doing nothing that night and I was completely vulnerable when it hit me. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? I only have one band t-shirt, and it’s black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? Nope. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: Beyoncé lost to him for Album of the Year at the Grammys for her 2013 album which she highkey should’ve won, so he’s kinda on my shitlist for that looooool Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don't know you at all? No. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the most part, so I don’t have to worry about that. Do you like Ben Folds? I’ve never heard of him. Do you watch The Voice? Nope. Do you have a protective father? To an extent. He hates catcallers and always tells me to tell him if there are any around when we’re out so he can beat them up. He’s not crazy protective to the point of being possessive or overly strict though. Have you ever worn a headdress? Just for school productions when we would represent cultures that have headdresses.

Last thing that caused you to get sick? A UTI. What's the biggest misconception about you, personally? It annoys me to no goddamn end when people say or assume that I’m fake. It’s called being polite and civil even around people I don’t like which I’m pretty sure is more mature than fake, dude. Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? No. Are you squeamish? About certain things. I hate watching clips of people having their bones break or get dislocated, people passing out, too much blood, among other stuff.

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Shooting Star- All or Nothing- Part 2

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“Thank God!” Tina yelled, rushing over to hug Blaine. He jerked back, stiffly. His movements were more robotic than anything, eyes fixed blankly ahead as he slowly tilted his head downwards to look at Tina, eyes burning from the number of times he rubbed it on his sleeve, unable to use his hands due to them being covered in Marley’s blood.

Tina took in the sad environment, the glassy eyes, the dried tear tracks on everybody’s faces, their silence, the blood. She looked around, trying to find people missing. “Where’s Marley and Brittany?”

“We don’t know where Brittany is,” Joe admitted.

“But Marley? I thought she was with you,” Tina asked, confused, then the shock began to really catch up to her, taking in their faces, taking in everything. The pain, the sorrow, the regret, the guilt.

“She was.” Artie’s hands were hanging out of the sides of his wheelchair, eyes glazed over and staring into the distance. “Then she wasn’t.”

“I should have been there.” Tina’s hands flew up to her mouth, horrified. “I should have been with you guys.”

“No you shouldn’t,” Blaine rasped softly, voice cracking.

“I wanted to be with you guys!” Tina yelled back.

“It wasn’t nice, Tina. You wouldn’t have... we all didn’t...” Blaine stared at the sky.

“We stick together!”

“Did we ever, for Marley?” Unique shouted, voice wavering slightly as she stepped up to Tina, seeing Blaine unresponsive. “Do you want to know what happened in there? She was beaten. She was battered. She was so thin her ribs cracked with a little force. She was so weak it took a man stepping on her wrist to break it. And all the while we realized that we weren’t the best to her. He beat her and shot her because she took attention away from Kitty by saying she was the one who was a burden to all of us by losing Sectionals! And you know the last thing she said? SHE FUCKING APOLOGIZED TO US FOR EVERYTHING! In low self-esteem language, that means she was sorry she even existed in our lives to begin with. Let that sink in. She. Was. Sorry. She. Existed. Marley Rose, our own version of your Rachel, had such low self-esteem that she was sorry she existed,” Unique scoffed, stepping closer. “No one has passed out at Sectionals before. But I don’t think you let someone feel so underappreciated they were sorry for their own existence.”

“Unique...” Ryder whispered, stepping forward. “Let it be.”

“Hell no I’m not letting this be!” Unique spun around to face him angrily, her face turning redder as her voice rose higher and higher. “I was her best friend! She had my back since day one! I should have had her back! Maybe then she wouldn’t be this worse off... maybe then she wouldn’t have been shot at all...” Her voice became nothing more than a whisper.

It didn’t escape anybody that she used was.

Sure, Marley could be a little extra, a little goofy, sunny, stubborn, her sense of justice too strong sometimes, her sense of morality an annoying trait that made people think she was a goody-two-shoes most of the time. Maybe her songwriting wasn’t the best, maybe her songwriting needed a little improvement, but maybe if they all worked together they could create a masterpiece.

They were all works in progress, but Marley was the best out of all of them.

(Rachel would later state that of all the members so far, Marley was the only one who hadn’t cheated on anybody, hadn’t been a total bitch, hadn’t done anything that was remarkably stupid and wrong. Eating disorders didn’t count- they realized with Mercedes and Quinn before and Kitty later. To Ryder he found it bitter that it took Kitty coming out with an ED for everybody to take it seriously. Everybody found it bitterly ironic even later, when the truth came out about Kitty’s involvement.)

Joe sighed, slouching slightly as he cast his eyes up skywards, hoping to God that with one member down, they could find the other one quickly safely and unharmed.

Jake spoke up, voice thick, echoing everybody’s feelings, thoughts... anything.

“Brittany got shot too.”

The world around Sam shifted and tilted on its axis as he gaped at the younger Puckerman, staring right at him mouth ajar. “You’re kidding. How did you know? Where is she? Where the fuck-? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! Tell me fucking where she is!” Sam roared, closing the distance in an instant and grabbing the front of Jake’s shirt. “ANSWER ME!”

“When I went outside to look for help... I checked everywhere for other people. I heard Brittany crying in one of the corners. She was bleeding quite badly and I helped her outside... and then she told me not to blame myself,” Jake whispered. “That’s when I got the paramedics to go back for Marley.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“My heart shattered. I didn’t want yours to break either.”

“Piece of shit!” Sam yelled, shoving Jake back. Mr. Schue stopped Sam from attacking Jake any further by throwing a hand across his chest to block him. “You should have just told me!”

“Like it would have made anything better!” Jake shouted back.

“You don’t know me,” Sam snarled. Coach Beiste stepped up, separating the two.

“That’s enough. You both arguing isn’t going to reverse what happened. We need to calm down, now.”

“I need to call Kurt,” Blaine said suddenly, stepping away and tapping at his phone. “I need to tell him- I can’t- I can’t...”

“It’s okay,” Sugar whispered, rubbing his back. “We’re here.”

“No,” he choked out, fumbling with his phone and putting it up to his ear. “Kurt, please, pick up. Pick up. Pick up.”

A choked sob, as he almost collapsed to the ground, his knees weak as he finally heard Kurt’s simple, “Hello? Blaine?”

“Kurt.” His voice was choked, as if someone was strangling him. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, or anything. “Kurt, I love you.”

“I don’t understand-“

“I love you,” Blaine repeated forcefully this time, before sobbing. “I just... I just wanted you... I just wanted you to know that. I needed for you to know that. And I know I’ve apologized a million times for what I’ve done and did a lot of terrible things and I know we’re reconnecting again but-“ Blaine sank to the floor, on his knees, hands covered in Marley’s blood as he stared at the stains. “There was a shooting in the school.”

There was a gasp over the phone as Kurt fumbled with something, glass shattering in the background. He could hear Santana and Rachel in the background, yelling about something. About breaking glass. They abruptly stopped, there were murmurs of concern, then- that was Rachel’s voice now. “You’re on speaker, Blaine.”

“I- I just... we had something happen. Something happened and the school was shot up,” Blaine said, and Rachel’s gasp could be heard over the phone.

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, gently. “Was anyone hurt?”

“I’m okay physically.” There was a sigh of relief over the phone. “Brittany and Marley got hurt.”

Utter silence.

“Britt and Marley got hurt?” Santana asked, slowly. She was in shock. She was in disbelief. She sounded like she wanted someone to slap her to get her back into reality.

It finally registered in Blaine’s head that Santana still loves Brittany. She was still head over heels in love with Brittany and no one could say anything about it, even if Brittany is dating Sam at the moment. And Marley was her mentee. Santana was fiercely protective of anyone she considered to be worth protecting. Blaine wondered if Santana could see what he sees in the newbies: potential. Brittany was self-explanatory but he wondered why Santana was attached to Marley. Maybe they were closer than he thought.

With all that was said and done, would Santana feel guilty too?

“Baby Blaine? You still there?”

Blaine blinked back into reality, forcing himself to look away from the incriminating red on his hands and getting to his feet and walking. Each step felt like he was sinking into cement, deeper and deeper. He was walking in an aimless direction.

“Y-yeah, I’m still here.” It felt like someone dumped an ice cold bucket in his face, shocking him. Santana’s voice felt like that at the moment, probably taking over speaking since Rachel was probably busy with Kurt, who he could hear sobbing in the background. “For now.”

“No, don’t you dare speak like that,” Santana snapped, and there was a rustle as she shifted. “I don’t care where everybody is now, I will call for a full New Directions reunion even if I have to drag Puckerman’s ass out of college and whip Finn into coming back. They are his students, and if Mr. Schue was caught in the crossfire like that, then he’s no use. I don’t care if Mr. Schue and Finn are feuding, I don’t care if you all say you’re fine because you’re all clearly not. I am dragging the entire New Directions back to Lima and you will not say a word to stop anything about it.”

“Santana, I-“

“Blaine Anderson if you are about to say that it’s too much for us to suddenly come there and possibly leave everything behind abruptly, I’m sorry, but Rachel and Kurt are packing as we speak and they have sent texts to Puck, Finn, Quinn, Mike and Mercedes and they have AGREED, so shut your pie hole about it and accept our love! I don’t give it out that easy. God, I think I see why I let Berry organize these things...”

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled, listening to Santana rant in the background. He knew it was to distract him from the madness around him as the paramedics came up to him and looked him over.

“You okay, man?” Ryder asked softly, coming up to him.

“No. I don’t think I’ll ever be,” Blaine said, knowing that Santana was trying to act extra tough and sassy to hide the fact that she was downright terrified.

“Blaine- stop,” Santana huffed. “They will get through this. Look, I will flay you if you tell anybody else but... I’m scared too. I’m scared for Baby Marley and Britt. I know there’s so much more you’re not telling me because you can’t bring yourself to tell me. I’m downright terrified that you’re not telling me fucking anything other than there was a shooting and both of them were hurt. But we’re coming back, we’re not letting you guys go through this alone, alright? We are family, and if the newbs don’t know that yet, they’re going to know it now.” A pause. “I’m not just saying that ‘cause Puckerman’s brother is in there and he’s literal family.”

“Santana, you are a secret softie.”

“Shut up.” She paused for a moment. “Kurt wants the phone back. We’re all hopping onto the first flight as soon as we can. I’ll leave you both to talk things out later, alright? He’s a mess.”

“Alright. See you soon, Santana.”

“Take care of yourself, baby Blaine. And remember: you’re alive now. And you’re safe.”

Blaine hung up the call as Ryder placed himself next to him. Everybody was getting rollcalled, Coach Beiste and Mr. Schuester were called by Sue Sylvester to help the rest of the teachers do rollcall. Blaine imagined the tears that came when mentioning Marley’s name. It felt like a stab in his heart as Kitty joined him and Artie was just in his wheelchair, staring at the sky blankly. Jake was keeping a wide berth from Sam, who was talking to Unique and Tina. Joe and Sugar were trying to pray together, but they were practically supporting each other.

Kitty’s mouth opened, then shut suddenly. Then... “I didn’t get to tell Marley it wasn’t her.”

“Wasn’t her what?” Ryder asked.

But Kitty just shook her head, suddenly sobbing and curling into Blaine’s side as he put his arm around her and let her sob into his shirt. Artie was practically indisposed, staring into space. Sam was dry-heaving. Unique was actually vomiting into the ground, Tina rubbing both of their backs. Jake was kicking the shit out of a tree, yelling and screaming in frustration as he also picked up rocks and chucked it at the tree, barely satisfied when the rocks made a heavy thunk on the tree.

Ryder was just looking at Jake, sliding out of his seat and watched him pull back his fist and punch the tree as if it would make everything go away. For all his efforts, the tree barely moved. With a roar, Jake continued to slam his fist into the tree. His shoulders shook with silent sobs as every punch grew weaker and weaker as he finally threw a slow punch, missing the tree entirely, and then sliding to the ground as his back hit the tree.

“Did you get it out of your system?” Ryder asked quietly.

“No,” Jake muttered, but he made no move to get up. He was panting heavily, sweating hard, though Ryder couldn’t tell the difference between his tears and his sweat. “I’m her boyfriend, Ryder. I’m her fucking boyfriend and I didn’t see this. I didn’t fucking see any of this.”

“I’m pretty sure none of us ever saw a school shooting to happen today, so...”

“No!” Jake shouted, and Ryder flinched slightly, but relaxed. “I mean her. I didn’t see any of that. I didn’t see that she needed help. I didn’t see that she still relapsed. I didn’t see she didn’t love herself. I didn’t see because I was fucking blind to all of it!” Jake picked up a stone and hurled it far away from them.

“Love is a blindfold,” Ryder said softly, staring into the distance. “You love someone so much that you don’t see their flaws. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is, you just think they’re perfect and can do no wrong. You put them on a pedestal and turn a blind eye to what falls from the top because you’re focused on the perfect artefact.”

“When did you get so wise?” Jake smiled, though it was mostly forced. Ryder would still take it.

“Because that’s what I did with Katie. And it’s what I did before... but that’s a story for another day.” Ryder patted his shoulder awkwardly, and noticed Jake was still heaving, panting from his efforts to destroy the tree. “I think we all owe Marley an apology.”

Ryder was absolutely gutted. He thought she stopped. He thought everything was okay. But no. He should have pushed. Should have done something. But now it’s too late. It’s too late and Marley absolutely paid the price.

“Guys...” Kitty’s voice drew all of them back to the present as Joe and Sugar came up to Blaine and Kitty, hands outstretched to Kitty who looked like she was going to faint. “I... I don’t feel so good.”

“Did you eat?” was the first question that popped into Joe’s mind, frowning at her.

“No... I missed one of Sue’s shakes today...”

Artie looked back at Kitty and at Unique and Sam vomiting and having a panic attack respectively. Sam was rocking back and forth, hands over his ears and whimpering. Unique sighed as she stopped vomiting, looking tired, and Tina was trying really hard to comfort them both, looking up to Artie for help.

“Mr. Schue!” Artie yelled, rolling over the ground to get to the four staff members deep in discussion about the situation. Coach Beiste had silent tears rolling down her face. Sue was comforting Becky with a hand on her back. Miss Pillsbury had looked up at Artie shouting, Joe catching Kitty as she collapsed, Unique and a bunch of vomit in front of her, Sam having a panic attack. Ryder and Blaine were trying to help Tina with Sam. Sugar was running to the teachers, looking terrified. “Mr. Schue we need help.”

“Will,” Emma said, swatting Will’s hand. “We need to help them!”

“Go and help them,” Sue said, trying to calm Becky down. “I’ll stay with Becky.”

“Hey, hey,” Will said, crouching by Sam. “It’s Mr. Schue. You’re safe now.”

“No-no- no we have to get out, Mr. Schue, we have to get out, we have to get out-“ Sam gasped for a breath, grasping at Blaine blindly. Blaine hardly blinked, as Ryder put a hand on his back, but instead of rubbing aimlessly like Tina, he motioned for Sam to lean against Blaine.

“Can you feel his heartbeat?” Ryder asked quietly. “Can you try to match his?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Schue, we got Sam. Help Unique, I think she’s throwing up due to nerves and stress and Kitty passed out,” Blaine whispered, controlling his breathing to keep his heartbeat steady. “Tina, could you help Sugar in getting us all some water?”

“We’re going to the hospital in a bit,” Will whispered. “If you want to go home, that’s fine. I don’t blame you.”

“No. Us Glee freaks stick together,” Ryder said sadly. “And I don’t think we’re leaving each other alone, not for a hot minute. I think we all... have something to say to each other.”

“And the others... they’re coming back. Something about supporting us, organized by Santana,” Blaine muttered. “I tried to talk them out of it, but you know Santana...”

“I think we need their help,” Will admitted, hanging his head. “I should have known something was up. I just... thought you kids could handle it.”

Blaine smiled sadly. “As you say, we’re only kids.”

Will got up to help Joe with Kitty, who was pale, paler than ever. The paramedics looked her over then frowned.

“She needs to be taken to the hospital. She’s very dehydrated, she’s severely underweight. She has electrolyte imbalances, which could lead to fatality.”

“What?”

“We need to move to the hospital now.”

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The Time Around Scars Part 7

Part 7 of ?

Warnings: Smut, angst (smangst?), Unprotected sex, infidelity, alcohol as a coping mechanism

Word Count: 2,403

You are almost panicked heading over to Taehyung's and Jungkook's apartment, the one you used to share. You had been eating ice cream and mulling over your mess of a life, doing nothing in particular until you hear the ding of Jungkook's texts.

You are in your pajamas and one of Chanyeol's t-shirts, and you don't think about makeup or anything beyond grabbing your keys.

Taehyung's texts had seemed very different from any drunk texts you'd gotten before, almost disturbingly lucid, and you don't know why your heart is in your throat like it is when you arrive.

You ring the doorbell and the door swings open instantly, to your surprise. You're hit with a solid mass of man, making an "oof" sound when your nose hits Taehyung's broad shoulders.

He's just wearing pajama pants and he's drunk and heavy, the sickly smell of peach soju coming out of his pores.

He hugs you tight and plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and when he pulls away and gives you a dazed smile, you can't help but smile back.

"I knew you'd come home," he says, his words slow and slurred, and your heart drops to your feet.

He ushers you inside before you can speak and swaying a little on his feet, sits you down on the couch and plops down beside you, limbs loose, head lolling against the back of the couch. You see Jungkook's form covered in a blanket, and hear him snoring lightly.

Taehyung looks over at you, eyes hazy but filled with pure adoration, and his lazy smile hurts your heart.

"What happened after this morning?" You ask, surveying the tens of bottles of soju littering the apartment.

Taehyung shakes his head and leans up and grabs you, and you make the "oof" sound again. He pulls you into his arms and you are turned awkwardly, your face pressed into his bare chest, but despite the soju he smells so good and familiar and you wait a moment before you pull away.

"Hey, it doesn't matter now, right? You're home. Where's your Hello Kitty suitcase?"

He makes a show of looking around for it.

Your breath catches in your throat. "Tae, I'm not home for good, I just...I was worried about you."

Taehyung frowns, brow furrowed, and pushes his hair back from his face.

He looks like a confused puppy, and you're not sure your heart can take it.

"You're not coming home?"

His voice is deep and hoarse, and you bite your lip and shake your head.

He just keeps looking at you, frowning, and then his jaw works and tears start to trail slowly down his handsome face.

"I thought...I thought you were coming home, Jagi," he says, sniffling, and you can't help but put your arms around him, hugging him tight for a moment before you pull away.

"It's ok, Tae, don't cry...you're just...super drunk. I just wasn't sure what was going on with you and I wanted to come check on you. Are you all right?"

He's furiously wiping tears from his eyes but he won't stop looking at you.

"Of course I'm not all right. Did you come from his place?" His gaze takes you in, noting your attire, and you curse yourself for not thinking ahead. "Is that his shirt?"

His voice lowers into a growl, and your not proud of the heat that pools in your stomach at the sound.

You look down at the shirt almost guiltily, although you have no reason to feel guilty.

"I was at home, Taehyung. And yes, it's his shirt, but did you forget that he's my boyfriend now?"

Instead of angry, Taehyung just looked miserable. "No. No, how could I forget? No one will let me forget," he mumbles.

"Tae, will you please tell me what happened? I didn't mean to run away but I had to-"

"Had to what? Comfort him?" Taehyung's chuckle was deep and bitter. "How'd you do that?"

Before you open your mouth he holds up his hand as if for you to stop, his face angry again.

"I don't want to know how you ended up in that shirt," he said darkly, and you frowned, getting angry yourself.

"Kim Taehyung you better not be implying-"

"Implying? I'm not implying anything. Your friend Denise made it very clear that you've been bragging about how great your new man is in bed, so I'm sure you were all too happy to make it up to him!" He wasn't quite yelling but his tone was harsh, and he kept wiping his face, seemingly unable to stop the flow of tears.

"Who the fuck is Denise? You mean Delilah? Why are you talking to my friends-" You stopped, realizing a horrible possibility. "Are you fucking Delilah?"

You can't help the horror you feel at the possibility, and you watch his face.

"Not like you'd care, but if course I'm not! I'm not like you."

Your anger turns to hurt, just that quickly, and you feel tears at the back of your eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?"

You gather your purse and stand up, stalking toward the door. This was a horrible idea. You didn't know what you thought this would accomplish other than Taehyung being a mean drunk just like the night before....

"No! Wait!" Taehyung is lurching up after you, hitting his hip hard enough on the kitchen island you feel sure it will bruise, and his hand on your arm is gentle instead of punishing like you imagined.

"I'm sorry. Please don't go."

Tears are flowing freely down his face now, and you give in.

He looks so drunk and tired, and you can't help how soft he makes you.

"Do you wanna lie down, babe?" The pet name slips, you can't help it, and his eyes light up a little as he nods like a child.

You take his hand and lead him in to what used to be the bedroom you'd shared, and you're a little surprised that the collage of pictures you'd hung over the bed of the two of you was still there. The room was a mess of bottles of alcohol and clothes, and while you are surveying it, he plopped down on the bed his inertia taking you with him. You end up sprawled on top of him, noses touching.

You scramble off of him, expecting to make a joke or chuckle at your expense, but he just looked at you with a heartbroken expression on his face.

He reached over and stroked your face. "Are you happy, Jagiya?" He sounded almost sober.

"I...I don't know." You answer honestly.

"I'm sorry I made you unhappy," he said brokenly, fresh tears flowing onto his pillow, and you started to cry, too, unable to stop it.

"It wasn't your fault, babe. I'm sorry if I hurt you today."

"You did hurt me," he said solemnly, and it was a spear through your chest. "But I think I hurt myself more. I heard your friend talking about how...big your boyfriend is," he choked out, eyes darting away from you, and your heart sank.

Of course. Stupid male ego and possessiveness. That's where all this was suddenly coming from.

You rolled your eyes. "So you're this upset because of that?"

He shook his head. "No! I don't...I mean...I'm not worried about..."

He sighed and took his hand from your cheek to cover his face.

"I just don't like to think about you with him that way," he grumbled, hiding his face.

Ugh. He was cute when he was jealous, you had to admit it. That's why you had teased him so much about the fake hickey you'd put on with makeup after that fight

"Tae, you have no right to be jealous."

He peered at you through his long fingers. "I'm not jealous! Well...I am jealous, but that's not why I'm upset. It hurts, Jagi. It hurts so much to imagine you underneath him, panting like you used to with me-"

His voice was low and even, rumbling in his chest, and you felt alarmed by how much this was turning you on.

"What, you want to remind me that you're better?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, not shy now, trailing his fingers along your forearm. He was looking into your eyes, and you felt yourself blushing.

"Would you let me?"

You rolled your eyes to hide your arousal. "You're too drunk to stand, Tae, let alone fuck."

He was looming over you in a flash, pressed between your legs and pressing into your core, his dark eyes staring into yours almost angrily.

"Oh, yeah?" He breathed into your ear, and you shivered.

He kissed your neck, open mouthed, and you moaned.

He groaned with you, bucking his hips against yours, and he was so hard you were shocked.

It must have shown on your face because he smirked at you.

"I haven't touched anyone since you, Jagiya," and you're speechless, you can't believe it, with all the parties and clubs you'd heard he'd been to.

"Why?"

"I don't want anyone else," he said simply, and went back to nibbling at your neck.

You're so stunned that you don't notice his hand creeping down your body until you feel one long finger pressed against your slit, and you gasp out loud.

"Please let me touch you," he moans, and he knows what his voice does to you. You spread your legs and he grasps your clit between his middle and index fingers, rubbing fast, just the way you like.

"So warm and wet for me, Jagi... Tell me, does he make you this wet?"

You bite your lip. He isn't even looking at you, he's pulling your shirt up with his teeth to get to your nipples. You hadn't bothered with a bra.

What were you supposed to say, anyway? What did he want to hear, that he was the only man who'd ever gotten you wet? It was ridiculous and part of this male fragile ego thing. Yet here you were, letting Taehyung finger you while you were supposed to be at home considering your relationship with Chanyeol.

But you're so close to coming already, he still knows where you liked to be touched and how, using just enough teeth on your nipples to send you over the edge. You moan his name when you come and when you open your eyes he's smirking at you and sucking on his fingers.

Then to your surprise, he flops back down on the bed. "You're right, I am too drunk," he said.

You couldn't help but laugh, and instinctively, you straddled his lap, your pants and panties balled up in the corner of the bed. When he feels your heat on him through his thin pajama bottoms he hisses and bucks his hips, but you place a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Ah, ah, no remember you're too drunk," you coo, rolling your hips, and he gives you a desperate look, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

He doesn't speak, though, and you tease him some more. "Tell me what you want," you whisper into his ear.

"You," he groans low in his chest. "Only you, Jagi, forever,"

You're oddly touched at his words, even when he's rock hard beneath you, so you slip his cock out of his pajamas and stroke it lightly with your fingernails just how you know he likes, making him gasp and clutch the bedsheets.

When you adjust your hips and slide him inside you, the stretch feels so achingly familiar that you cry out. He moans so loud you're afraid he'll wake the neighbors, and you roll your hips slow.

He grabs your hips hard, pulling you to him as you ride him, and the sounds coming out of his throat are sinful.

"Oh, fuck, Jagiya, you have to stop if you don't want me coming inside you," he says, desperately.

When you smile wickedly and stand on your tip toes, slamming down on him in his favorite position, his head jerks back.

"God, I wanna come in your pretty cunt, want to fill you up, can I Jagiya?"

You're on birth control and despite that, you had yet to have sex with Chanyeol without a condom, so you nod your head at his request, and he holds your hips as you jerk up and down on him and lets go a series of curses and moans, grabbing your hips and bucking underneath you unevenly as he comes.

Taehyung puts his arms around your shoulders as you go down on your knees, exhausted. He pulls you down to him and you're both sweaty but it feels so nice to be held by him again that you don't mind.

"I love you so much, Jagiya," he says, and you can't help being shocked again by him saying it so bluntly.

You're jerked out of your thoughts by your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your pajama pants at the edge of the bed.

You wiggle out of Taehyung's arms and he let's you go with a reluctant sigh.

You see that it's a text from Chanyeol, and you wince.

"I...I have to go."

Taehyung sits up, frowning at you. "What? Why?"

"I just do, Tae, I shouldn't have-"

"You're going back to him?" His voice is rising. "Really? I thought you were going to come home, Jagi, what-"

"I never said that!" You snapped, guilt rushing through you.

Taehyung shut his mouth, clenching his jaw tight. "So you come over and give me a pity fuck, is that it? A goodbye of sorts?"

"Tae, I didn't say that, either, I just need to think about things-"

"Ok. Ok. When he goes down on you tonight, ask him how my dick tastes, huh?" He says crudely, not looking at you, and you realize the huge mistake you've made.

So a few "I love yous" from Tae, bright on by jealousy and ego, only spoken after you started to move on, and you were back in his bed, that quickly? You had always been stupid when it came to Kim Taehyung, and you guessed that would never change.

"Fuck you," you said, your voice shaking as you pull on your pants and slam the bedroom door, more sure than ever that you were making the right choice.