#this bih DIRTY

[desert-rat]

back on my bullshit

[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.

wc: 9.3k

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you are on: prodromal. (part four)

a/n:

hiii lovelies <3 i wanna start out with an apology because this was much, much later than i wanted to post :( i am so sorry! i really appreciate all the love and can't wait to reply all the comments on ao3 and tumblr :,) you guys are amazing and keep my passion for writing going. anyways, word count is 9.3k !!! record highs breaking every chapter haha <3 i hope you all find this enjoyable after a long dry spell :) and as always, credit to my beta reader @beeh-ive ily bih

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prodromal. (part four)

sukuna had discovered three key truths when he drove back home after yuuji kicked him out of his apartment. 

yuuji was right about sukuna. it was annoying to admit that his baby brother was right about anything, let alone something so fundamental to his character. it was easier to bark out orders and shelter him from the world. to not hear him be a mature person with complicated thoughts and his own perceptions— especially the ones about sukuna. deep down he knew he couldn’t keep yuuji unaware forever. he couldn’t deny that the events of their childhood scattered his soul, which he has since collected and duct taped together over the years. he knew he was a shitty person. better than anyone else. in the late hours of night he was kept up by the memories of their childhood, ones he couldn't burden yuuji or guilt their grandfather with. it was his to keep and bury within that duct taped soul. he had made peace with it, he thought.

he could respect yuuji’s wishes (withholding some information). messing with you was just an excuse to spend more time in your presence. if that wasn’t possible, he’d find ways around it. a small voice deep down was adamant to say attached to you, everyone be damned. 

he had seen you that day walk into the coffee shop in that gorgeous outfit, skirt swishing with every move of your hips, completely captivating him. moreover, he witnessed how you spoke with suguru and it made something tick inside. he’s never gotten jealous of his best friends, not until this very moment. who was he, that you smiled so big for him? hold on, why the fuck was suguru touching your hair? 

he pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it aggressively, smoke engulfing the sight before him. suguru was a friendly guy, he was often surrounded with women due to this fact. sukuna was well aware of it; and honestly didn’t care until he was witnessing before his eyes you becoming a part of that equation. 

friend or not, he wanted to barge in there and yank you away from his selfish, dirty and unwelcome hands. motherfucker. 

while his angry thoughts were steaming, sukuna didn’t realize suguru had left and was already making his way towards him at the bricks. sukuna’s eyes focused back and found the man towering over him, a question mark painted on his face. “thinking about something?”

sukuna flicked the ash gathering on his cigarette off of it and inhaled another puff. an exhale. “i’m gonna get a drink really quick.” he couldn’t look at suguru’s face without the urge to pound him into the ground, the scene of his fingers touching your hair on loop again and again in his mind. so, he pushes off the wall, crushing his cigarette with his boot, and makes his own way into the tacky coffee shop. he hated the sugary nature of the place, it was so suffocating. satoru loved coming around to buy sweets, but sukuna never let the man sit and stay at a table if he was dragged into accompanying the white-haired idiot. the girl at the register looked mildly nervous when he stalked inside, which was a common reaction he got given his tattoos and looming figure. sukuna’s eyes drifted to the display of pastries and bread, scanning. he recalled you eating chocolates during your study hangouts with yuuji, the goddamn wrappers always littered on the table. he decided the little chocolate pillow-looking thing (he refused to pronounce whatever the fuck a pain au chocolat is) would suffice, his eyes flitting to the sight of you getting verbally abused by your loud friend. “um.. what can i get you, sir?” the small voice of the attendant brought him back to the front. he nodded, pulling out his wallet. “that chocolate square shit.” she hummed in acknowledgement, and began getting the tong to pack it away. sukuna stopped her. “er.. actually, i’m buying this for someone. you see that girl over there? with the green ribbons?” she looked at him with wide eyes, then found you. she nodded slowly. “that’s my girl. give it to her for me?” “o-oh! how sweet.. will do, sir! anything else for you, then?” he shakes his head. sukuna leaves, paying for your little treat. and now, he waits. suguru looked at sukuna and noticed his empty hands, even more confused than before.

“didn’t you say you were getting a drink?” 

“changed my fuckin’ mind.” 

he pulled another cigarette out to light and his friend sucked his teeth in response. “you really need to find another vice. nicotine is total shit, man. ‘s why i started weed instead, y’know–” 

“suguru, please shut the fuck up.” 

suguru’s mouth pops in mild shock, but he obliges. he knew well it wasn’t worth picking a fight with sukuna when his mood was sour, he learned that by watching satoru try sukuna’s patience on the daily. his eyes trail your figure making your way to the register and the scene unfolds exactly like he asked. he chuckled as you started looking around exasperatedly, finally meeting his eyes. he gave you a little wave. you ignore him, the treatment he’s been getting for a while now. in due time, sukuna thought. in due time he would chip at your resolve, little by little, until your walls completely broke down. discreetly and respectfully, of course.

because above all, yuuji didn’t have to know about his attempts. sukuna didn’t intend to lie, per say.. he just decided he could have his cake and eat it too. said cake being you.

and so this brings us to the final and most universal truth:

3. he needed you in the rawest form possible. the realization was natural. when you had asked him that night upstairs, he was caught up in words because he didn’t want to end up saying the wrong thing– it was delicate. but he needed you. sukuna didn’t know how to describe why in words either.. he was studying engineering, you think he was killing it in english literature?  he just knew the feeling you gave him, the one that ignited a fire in his chest and a desire to orbit your sun. he had decided he wasn’t going to let you put him on the sidelines anymore; developing the fake half-way point to pursuing you in silence.

your internship was much more simple than you expected. while your interest in professor kaito’s research was high and got your foot in the door, the actual work was rather lackluster. you spent maybe three hours at your desk organizing files and sending simple emails, but other than that? you were just passing time. 

you had met her other student assistants a couple days into it, also in your graduation year. a mild mannered blonde man named kento and his super-positive friend, haibara. you thought kento outright hated you in the beginning, but quickly understood he was just another overworked college student. poor guy.

it really helped having something to take your mind off of sukuna’s futile attempts at catching your attention that had begun a month ago.

oh, how he was irking you. 

the bakery freebie was the first of many unnecessary gestures sukuna had done. he had made it a habit to buy you food and have it reach you in the weirdest ways. just last week, he had hit a new low by having a doordash guy somehow get you energy drinks and candies in the middle of a lecture. a note was attached that read, ‘don’t fall asleep, pretty. -s’. you were embarrassed, but thankfully the professor didn’t notice. you also took it up to apologize profusely to the doordash guy for having to fulfill such a weird request— you had handed him a crumpled up five dollar bill from your backpack because you felt so bad. your lunch got paid for randomly, your backpack had tiny presents waiting for you when you opened it, the list was endless. you were not only irritated but also mildly spooked that sukuna was able to evade your presence and manage these stunts simultaneously. he was like a romantic batman. ew, what? no. that doesn’t even make sense.

you were walking up to your apartment door late one night to see a deep red bag with black tulle stuffed into it sitting in front of it. you knew there was nobody else that would leave a gift like this in front of your door, and so you begrudgingly took it inside. it was rather heavy, which made you curious as to what exactly sukuna got you this time. 

as you put it on your tiny kitchen table, pulling tulle away from the bag, you spot the gold-embossed box. it was a really expensive brand you had heard of but never dared to think about buying from. you could hear your parents’ voices echoing in your head about being fiscally responsible, eliciting a shiver. carefully breaking the seal, you lift the lid to see the most gorgeous pair of maroon high-heeled mary janes. and once more, a note stuck to the tissue wrappings:

 ‘for my red ruby girl. -s’

your first emotion couldn’t be anger when the gift was so thoughtful like this. you giddily squeal and try them on— a perfect fit. but how? sukuna never asked for your size.. and you doubt yuuji would tell him without ruining the surprise for you. he’s so weird for that, you thought. 

you walk to your floor length mirror in your bedroom and stare at the shoes, thinking. 

he pays attention to what you like.

this was a stupid realization; he’d been getting you snacks and miscellaneous tidbits that were undoubtedly your favorites for a while. but it hits you nonetheless, your cheeks’ blush growing. you slowly sit on the ground, knees to your chest. what the fuck. you dig your fingers into the shaggy carpet, pressing down hard. you were hoping the hurty-happy ache in your fingers would go away, the one you get when you feel deeply emotional. the attempts he had made were like little vines growing over your heart, ones you had ignored for far too long and now they squeeze you tightly as if to say, “i’m literally never fucking leaving bitch!” 

you jolt when your doorbell rings. a melodic knock follows. “open up, buttercup! i’m hereeeee,” nobara voice was muffled by the door but recognizable enough. you leap to your feet, nearly tripping on your way to throwing the door open. 

nobara takes one suspicious look at your shabbily-hidden nervousness and calls your bluff. “were you watching R-rated shit? because if so i can totally leave, no problem.” your voice squeaks in an ungodly high pitch, spluttering gibberish before you manage an “oh my god no, what the fuck!” she cackles at your reaction and slaps a hand on your shoulder, moving to enter the flat. “you’re so easy to mess with babe, i worry for you at times! really. i do.” 

her eyes catch the shiny box that lay open on the table. “is that xtique? they’re mad expensive, girl! you actually bought something from there?” “no!” you quickly burst, making nobara jump at the sudden denial. “i mean, no, it was a gift from my… father! for the internship.” you point to your feet and she gives an impressed hum. “they’re super sexy-looking. your dad has good taste.. weirdly enough.” you didn’t really know what to say to that without it seeming weird or ruining your last-minute lie, so you just chuckle and nod. 

you like chocolate, especially when it’s melty or gooey in something. you hate tomatoes. which is odd, because you’re okay with ketchup and marinara sauce, but anything with a tomato that the eye can see you don’t touch. you drink a lot of coffee after lectures. you love little cute trinkets, but don’t have that many. 

sukuna was learning about you; and applying the information as soon as he did. granted, you looked positively enraged every time you saw his notes. he also saw your face turn red, so he has to be doing something right. the way your lips quirk for a moment before the eventual frown and looking around for him was pretty adorable. whatever it was, sukuna’s plan was in motion and working as he wanted. the lengths he went for you were unheard of for the usual suitor, but sukuna was a crafty guy (when he wants to be). he tipped off the doordash guy that snuck into your lecture hall an extra twenty dollars in cash to be quiet and unnoticed by the professor. he somehow made friends with the girl at the coffee shop— said her name was christy? kristen? fuck if he knew, to be honest. he really just kept familiar with her so he could have her deliver pastries and coffee from him.  

“this bast– RYOMEN! the fuckin’ oil!” sukuna snaps out of his train of thought to see he was still at work, not in his daydreams. he never got into his thoughts like this, what…? whatever. it was about you, so he didn’t feel as bad. he cursed when he saw the oil pan was slightly away from under the plug, letting the oil spill all over the deck. “i swear to god ryo, you better clean that shit up before you clock out,” choso chided. his cousin-slash-coworker genuinely never caught a break with sukuna and his antics. one of the downsides of working at the shop the family owned, he assumed. but truly, choso was getting gray hairs from the amount of stress that man gave him. sukuna simply waved him off, discarding his rag that was now soaked in old oil. checking his watch, he realized he is close to his clock out time. in five minutes, he messily cleaned up the deck and made his exit, clicking his helmet on and driving out. at a stoplight, sukuna hears some giggling from the car next to him. he pans to see four girls with their windows down, now squealing because sukuna noticed them. one had her phone up, recording him? while another gestures as if asking for his phone number. sukuna scoffs out of irritation. really? he throws up his left hand which was gloved and gestures to his ring finger. they go silent and roll up their windows, embarrassed. a little lie to get them off his case was harmless, he didn’t care either way. technically, it was true he was “promised” to someone, that being you. eventually, he declares in his head. eventually. his head swivels to look at the buildings beside him instead of the cars while he waits for the light to flip. his eyes catch on shiny, ruby shoes in a display of a boutique-looking store. they looked awfully like the ones he saw at your apartment, and at the door the times you stayed over at yuuji’s. sukuna decides to detour and turns into the parking lot for the fancy shop. 

when he walks in he notes it’s rather small, his large frame mildly cramping the area. it was silent and empty, save for the soft jazz playing overhead. a small but peppy old woman bustles out of the back, heels clacking. she was wearing a fancy two piece suit in some kind of purple(it’s periwinkle, but would sukuna really know that?) 

she was about to greet him out of habit when a small “good heavens!” leaves her mouth, in sight of her new customer. she apologizes profusely for the sudden reaction while chuckling nervously. “you’re not our usual patron, you’ll have to forgive me for my outburst dearie!” she runs a manicured hand through her blowout hair, giving a warm smile to him. 

sukuna becomes a bit hyper-aware he was in an oil-stained wife pleaser and slacks, and his usual leather jacket. right. he just grunts and nods, looking around the store. pastel pink and gold adornments littered the walls, the smell of roses infiltrating his nose. all it was missing was you sitting in the middle of it all, honestly. this place was unironically your persona. 

he turns to the display, thumb pointed to the shoes he saw. “you got those in stock?” the lady perks up and immediately gets to work, buzzing around the store to grab boxes. “why of course! is this for a mother, sister? girlfriend, maybe?” sukuna simply nods. “girlfriend.” she giggles melodically, opening and closing boxes. “how sweet of you! she must be one special girl,” sukuna imagines you opening the box and wearing the shoes, your giddy excitement in private. he smiles faintly at the thought. “very.”

she finally finds the set of ruby shoes, and asks him for your size. he replies nearly instantly. he had seen your shoes so many times, the size was always written on the sole. so maybe he had it memorized, no big deal. numbers came easy to him anyways, he dealt with many of them in his studies and job. and maybe he had a section in his notes app for you. 

the old lady quickly wrapped up the shoes and stuffed black paper in the bag to hide the box. sukuna quickly pays, giving her a deep grumble of a thank you. she just smiles and waves him off. “i hope your girlfriend loves them!” as he leaves the shop she sighs with a bittersweet expression on her lips. she misses young love. 

as sukuna leaves the shiny boutique, he looks at the bag in his hand. was he doing too much? he hopes you would like it, and as far as he knows, you don’t own a pair of these in the red he picked. maybe it was selfish thinking that you would enjoy that same red hue you saw in his eyes, especially after that comment that lived in his subconscious. 

your eyes are sanguine red.

he grins to himself, walking a little faster to his bike.

nobara had stayed around for a couple of hours before she called it a night, saying something about how stupid she has to study for her exams when she’s a liberal arts student. you just chuckle and turn her loose. “you’re always welcome to ask me for help," you chide her. she scoffs and pushes you playfully. “no way. you’re like up to your ears in stuff, i couldn’t burden you. and anyways, you’re already helping yuuji and his two brain cells.” she waves you goodbye, and you head back up to your apartment once you see her get into her uber. 

you’re about to flop on your tiny couch when your phone rings. you groan internally when you see the caller id. 

“hello, father.” 

“you need to come home this weekend.” 

you frown. “i’m sorry?” 

“did you not hear me? you need to come home this weekend and help your brother with his entrance exams.” 

you’re in mild shock for a moment, making you go silent. surely he doesn’t think you have time to spend an entire weekend at home. you had so many things to juggle as it was, and your weekend was kind of your safe time. if something bled over from the week, you’d do it then, or hell, sometimes you just wanted to sit and watch a show or two. 

“..father, i’m not exactly free—“ 

“you’re lying. i know how many credit hours you’re doing and that internship of yours is the only extra activity in your time. seriously, when will you grow up? you have so many more duties to fulfill and you’re trying to get out of the simplest one.” 

you had such a difficult time reasoning with your father and it’s been this way since your childhood. he never saw what you wanted or what you accomplished. it was always “how can she benefit the family?” you let out a deep sigh. there was no getting out of this, you accept. 

“i’m sorry, father. i’ll be home on the weekend.” 

“good. your mother keeps asking about your health so don’t eat any rubbish.” 

you make a noise of agreement, but mentally you’re rearranging your tasks for the upcoming week to allocate time for the impromptu trip. he hangs up the phone without a goodbye, as usual. the dread you felt for the first eighteen years of your life settles back into your chest like an unwelcome old friend. you sink to the couch, rubbing your chest to ease the pain. you’re looking at the setting sun seeping in from the window, the light disappearing feeling awfully similar to your emotions right now.

it’ll be just another thing you’ll brave through, you suppose.

kento is washing beakers in the back of the lab room, but you know you felt his eyes on the back of your head. “yes, kento?” you say without turning around. he clears his throat to cover up the cough he let out of surprise. he did not think you would’ve noticed. “you just seem a little downtrodden today, is all.” you let out a sad laugh and walk over to help him dry the beakers. “well, you aren’t wrong, i guess,” you say absentmindedly. you woke up today with the same dread you felt earlier this week, which you had felt every day since the call until today— friday. the gloomy, rainy day didn’t help your mood either. 

“anything i can do to help, maybe?” you smile at your monotonous friend. you learned he was quite caring, but had a hard time mirroring it in his tone of voice. “actually, yeah. do you think you could cover the last hour for me? i’m going home for the weekend.” he nods, putting the last clean beaker in the crate. “no worries. i hope you enjoy your time at home.” you draw a heavy sigh. “i’ll try,” you manage with a deflected grin. 

you wave kento goodbye when you’re walking out the door of the lab, heaving your bags along with you. the rain hadn’t stopped by the time you were walking to your car, so you had to run to avoid drenching everything you had and yourself. 

the drive home was mostly silent, save for your playlist playing softly in the background of the car. the rain slows to a stop when you turn into your neighborhood, which makes you slightly annoyed. couldn’t it have stopped for you when you were getting a cold shower on the way to the car? once you pull up to your apartment complex, you notice something that immediately draws a groan from your lips. 

before you is a sleek black bike, and leaning on it was none other than the object of your irritation. his helmet sat on his seat and his pink hair was moussed by the rain, making it a more deep pink shade. his stupid grin churned your insides. turning the key off in the ignition, you step out of your car, walking towards him. 

you notice his fingers drumming on his seat. he seemed happy to see you? “forgot your umbrella?” he gestures to your head, and your face goes red. your hair was a little out of the ordinary after running through the rain. “shut the fuck up.” you quip dismissively, comb your fingers through your hair to try and fix it– but the moisture had already had its way with you. you give up with a huff. 

your eyes narrow at him. “are you stalking me?” you roll your eyes and cross your arms, clearly not in the mood to deal with sukuna’s games today. he protests with his hands up. “i’m no fuckin’ stalker, sweetheart. just came to drop off your jacket. yuuji said you left it at his place the other day.” you don’t remember leaving anything at yuuji’s, but lo and behold, sukuna takes a jacket out of his seat compartment that looks awfully like one of yours. you stiffly accept it and look away. 

“you free tonight?” your head snaps to meet his eyes and that stupid smirk shone back at you. you turn away to walk back to your car. “nope. sorry! i’m leaving right now,” you swiftly call back to him over your shoulder. because of your height difference, he catches up to you in three strides. 

he grabs your wrist, halting you before you reach the driver’s door handle. “hey, what’s the rush? you literally got back home,” he was right. you did have things to get from your apartment, but you were more annoyed with his ambush that you simply wanted to drive home to get away. 

“can’t you see i’m busy?” sukuna gives you a furrowed expression. “with what?” his gruff tonality replaces the playful one he had before.

you were literally at your breaking point, couldn’t he bother you another day? you yank your hand away from his grip. you give him an icy glare, unwilling to answer him. he takes your pause to maneuver around you and stand in front of the door, blocking you from entering the car. his sharp eyes zeroed in on the tension you’re trying so hard to hide. 

“what’s your problem?” he asks sternly, his voice pressing against you. you clench your jaw, refusing to speak up. you hope he’ll just let it go. 

but he doesn’t. 

he’s still watching you, studying the ticks of your expression, searching. 

“come on,” he pushes, his voice quieter but unrelenting. “what’s really going on with you?” 

why the fuck was sukuna always around you when you were doing horrible? it was so damn irritating. you take a breath, more shaky than you wanted to show him. 

he didn’t miss it. 

you’re fighting back the anxiety and frustration that’s about to spill tears. 

“i’m.. it’s nothing, i just need to go home,” your stomach is turning knots. you hate the face he’s giving you. it’s digging at you, and sukuna isn’t one to back away from confrontation. 

his gaze sharpens, his eyes flickering with something you can’t read. “you mean your family home? like with your dad?” 

he only heard one phone call with your father, for fuck’s sake. you almost felt angry he thought he knew exactly what was going on. your heartbeat was in your ears at this point. “what’s so urgent that you’re fuckin’ running away all stressed?” 

your fists tighten at your sides, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you. you felt like the muddy asphalt was swallowing you. you didn’t realize you were crying until a tear slid down your cheek. the words followed behind like a tsunami. 

“you think i want to go home?! i get told something and he just expects me to do it with no questions! i don’t even.. i don’t even have time to do this, but he—”

your voice gets caught in a muffle. sukuna had wrapped you in his leather-clad arms, your face smushed in his chest. he smelled like smoke and gasoline, which was weirdly comforting. 

“just.. cry it out.” he mutters. 

his hand is stroking your hair softly, like you were a small child to be consoled. you didn’t care to protest his sudden actions. your fists grip his tank top as you sobbed into him. you don’t know how long you both stood like this, but you could’ve sworn at one point that he was shushing you like a baby, which was again— weirdly comforting. 

when you tilt your head up, eyes red and puffy, sukuna slips a chuckle. you slap his chest, offended. 

“your first reaction is to laugh at my misery, asshole?” 

“your eyes are swollen, sweetheart.” 

you curse and press the cold backside of your hands under your eyes, hoping to reduce the inflammation. you’re both in silence for a couple of moments, him just watching you while you pretended to not notice the holes he was burning into your head. 

he finally spoke up with a hand tapping your cheek. “c’mon, let’s go somewhere.” 

you give him a gaping shocked face. ‘i’m sorry, did you not just see me have a breakdown about needing to go home?” 

he rolls his eyes as if you were acting immature. god, now you know how yuuji must’ve felt growing up. sukuna was definitely as sassy as he was now. “that’s exactly why i’m saying that, idiot. you can go home first thing tomorrow morning.” 

you open your mouth to argue again, but the looming dread you had of facing your father tonight still makes your stomach sink. a night to take your mind off of the stress you’ve been bottling for days.. yeah, that sounds like exactly what you need. you hesitate, glancing up at sukuna’s face, searching for any hint of pity, but all you see is that stubborn determination he had. 

“fine,” you murmur, wiping your hands on your jeans. “but if this is some dumb excuse to make me do whatever you want…” he gives you a sly smirk, visibly amused again. “when have i ever needed an excuse for that?” you smack him again while he walks you over to his bike. 

he grabs the helmet from his bike and hands it to you, nudging you with his shoulder. “just one night, sweetheart. then you can go back and deal with… everything else.” 

you take the helmet and sigh, feeling the dread slowly lift from your chest as you click it on your head. after he climbs on the bike, he stretches a hand out to help you on which you take gratefully. he glances back at you with a soft smile you hadn’t seen since that night you bandaged his hands. 

he feels like a lifeline right now, albeit you didn’t want to admit that. you just needed an escape. 

you nearly scream when sukuna pulls into the “small spot” he said he knew. 

it was a traditional kaiseki house, one that screamed rich and elite. you were wearing casual clothes and your makeup had pretty much melted away after your cry session (you noticed that your mascara had also bled onto sukuna’s white tank top, so you scolded him until he zipped up his leather jacket with a grumble.) 

“you should’ve fucking told me we were going to a nice place, i could’ve gotten ready or something!” sukuna looked practically oblivious. “why?” he deadpans. you fight the urge to facepalm yourself and settle for an eye twitch. “sukuna, look at me.” you gesture to your face and clothes. he’s seriously aloof, giving you a monotone stare. “yeah, i’m looking. you look pretty, why?” oh. there’s nothing you can find to say to that because you genuinely didn’t see an ounce of deceit in his expression. he genuinely believed in what he said, it seems. you process the fact he called you pretty once you’re off the bike, which makes you a little bashful.

regardless, you tried to prim yourself before you stepped inside; praying no one paid attention to you and your unlikely date. that was obviously wishful thinking considering how big of a powerhouse sukuna looked inside the small joint, which made you curse him out mentally. does he eat entire horses? however, the server looked at sukuna with respect you didn’t expect, and sukuna talked to him with ease. you couldn’t believe the sight before your eyes; he was acting like a socialite with insanely proper manners. 

the server led you both to a private dining room, bowing as he closed the door behind you. you unbuckle the ruby shoes you were wearing, ironically the shoes sukuna had gifted you the week before. you hope he didn’t notice. 

sukuna takes the seat opposite you, sitting rather poised and formal. you giggle at him, breaking the royal silence you were in. he frowns at you, miffed.

“what?” 

“you’re like, trust fund boy sukuna right now. you look so serious i thought it was funny,” you explain. 

he grumbles and crosses his arms. “my grandfather… is big on etiquette.” he manages. 

you expect him to iterate further. “…aaaand?” you had sat down, resting your head on your hands, batting your lashes mockingly. 

his frown deepens at your antics. “grandpa owns a lot of businesses, so when me and yuu were young... he made us come to formal dinners. parties and shit. if we acted like fuckin’ animals, we’d get our asses beat.” you giggle at the thought of little sukuna causing a ruckus. 

“i bet you were a handful.” you tease. 

“more like yuu was. unmedicated adhd in a boy is hell.” you agree with a nod. you felt kind of warm inside knowing something new about sukuna. yuuji had told you in the past that they were well-endowed, but these details were cute and… endearing to you. 

“you like them?” you snap out of your thoughts to see sukuna gesturing to your gifted shoes, sitting by the door next to his boots. a small blush dusts your cheeks. “it’s just a fluke… i was rushing this morning and they were the first pair i saw,” your excuse was perpetually lame. 

he nods slowly, amused. “…right, of course.” he lays sarcastically. 

you were about to say something else awkward when the door slid open, bringing the first course along with a round of sake. you both say your respects to the food before digging in politely. the food definitely tasted as expensive as it looked. 

you realize you’ve actually never had a meal with sukuna before. you take note of how proper he eats, which was kind of a surprise for you (again). you guess you could believe him now when he said yuu was worse off than him— that boy definitely ate like a man starved. 

when you finish your last piece, you take a sip of the sake the server had poured out for you. it was much smoother and sweeter than the ones you’ve had. honestly, a little worrying considering how much of a lightweight you were. you decide that’s a dangerous game and settle with nursing the small glass you had. 

“how’s college been, then?” this fucking… you didn’t expect sukuna to do small talk, but here you were. “um, it’s good. a little tedious lately, but i guess i can’t complain,” you chuckle softly. “that kid kento’s in your internship, yeah?” the way he just knew random things adjacent to you was a little scary. “yeah, how do you know that?” “he’s a family friend.” thank god. you were beginning to think sukuna had a private investigator on you or something. “o-oh, how interesting. so you’ve known him for a while?” “his father has been partners with my grandpa since we were young, so yeah.” you simply nod in acknowledgment, unsure of how to continue. this was awkward territory to speak so casually and non-hostile with the man before you.  

“you look like you’re being tortured to speak to me right now.”

you snap to sit more straight and less avoidant, feeling embarrassed he clocked your temperament. “sorry, i’ve not exactly had any real conversations with you,” he looks unphased. “you’re too busy trying to fight me for that.” you give him a frown. “well you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, asshole.” he simply chuckles and takes another sip of sake. he manages to look elegant despite the fact he’s dressed like a thug. “you’re easy to rile up, sweetheart.” 

you look at him incredulously. “you’ve got to be a sadist or something,” you exclaim with a small scoff. he hums. “not the word i’d use, but if it’s easier for you… sure, i’m a sadist for you.” “for me?” “i don’t mess with anyone else, if you’ve noticed.” you’re mildly confused, given that you know his track record, but you digress. you give him an unimpressed look. 

“…right.” 

he gives you a look back. “fuck you mean by that?” 

“oh c’mon, just because i met you recently doesn’t mean i didn’t know of you before that.” 

his weird look deepens. “oh? and what did you know of me, sweetheart?” he’s absolutely egging you on, but not in a way that’s teasing. he truly wants to understand what preconceived notions you have of him, almost like it was making him upset. 

“i mean… you’re a frat boy, sukuna. you get girls. you party. that earns a reputation, at minimum.” 

he looked a little hurt by your words, but he doesn’t let it stay long enough for you to notice. “tell me this, sweetheart. are you an introvert that only studies all day?” you stiffen. “…no, i’m not an introvert. and i like doing other things too,” “you liked it when i passed judgment on you being nothing but a booksmart nerd the first day i met you?” you shake your head slowly. “then you’re beating your fuckin’ stereotype. just like how i’m not the fuckin’ stereotype others say about me. understood?” 

you start to feel bad that you threw the same callous mindset he’s probably faced before, which was super out of character for you. you were an open minded and intuitive person. “i’m sorry, sukuna. i guess i’m just… having trouble understanding some things.” 

he raises an eyebrow. “like what?” 

“…well,” you take a sip of your sake to give yourself time to recollect. “i guess i want to know why you’ve been gifting me so much these last few weeks.” 

he visibly lightens up, slipping back into his playful demeanor. he purposefully takes a comically long sip of sake, causing you to laugh and smack him across the table, chiding him. “oh my god, stop! you suck, really,” 

he glances at you from the side of his eyes. “i just wanted to.” 

you look into his eyes, searching his gaze. a small smirk plays on your lips. a jolt of confidence hits you as you lean over the table on your elbows. “you got a crush on me, itadori?” 

he matches your energy tenfold, leaning towards you in tandem. you’re almost nose to nose. “inconclusive, sweetheart.”  

you sit back down with a small blush. “you’re not getting compensated for them, by the way.” 

he snorts, a deep chuckle following. “i never expected you to. they’re gifts, sweetheart. and i sure as hell know that little internship of yours pays in pennies.” 

you give him a withering look of irritation. “i get paid in experience, sukuna.” “that’s straight bullshit they tell you, you know that? you realize i graduate this year? already seen the way internships pan out,” true. “potayto potahto, dude.” 

his brows upturn out of amusement. you opt to change the subject from you. 

“you’re a mechanical engineering major, right?” you ask, tilting your head curiously. he just nods, his face giving nothing away. “how’s that, then? fun?”

he fixes you with a dry, almost exasperated stare. his eyes narrow slightly, eyebrows upturned just enough to convey that he’s calling your bluff. “is that a real question,” he drawls, “or are you seriously asking me about my major?”

you clench your jaw, resisting the urge to sock him in the shoulder. instead, you force yourself to keep smiling. “you nearly made me want to explode with your small talk, so just answer the damn question.”

a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he snorts. “if i told you i find this fun, there’s probably somethin’ wrong with me.”

you roll your eyes and mutter under your breath, “there’s definitely a lot wrong with you, but whatever.”

he raises a brow, leaning in just a bit too close for comfort. “hm? say that louder for me, sweetheart?”

you feel heat rise to your cheeks as your lips slip into an involuntary pout. you hate how you can’t control your expressions around him—it’s like your face has a mind of its own. you avert your gaze and take a long sip of your drink, feigning nonchalance. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, the sake warming you from the inside out as you mimicked his usual unbothered attitude.

without warning, he stretches out his hand and flicks you on the forehead, a light but annoyingly precise tap. “idiot.” he mutters, sounding amused.

you groan, rubbing the spot where he flicked you. “when will you stop calling me that?” you whine, exasperated.

his laugh is low and unapologetic and his eyes twinkling with something irritatingly fond. “when you stop doin’ stupid shit. cute, stupid shit.”

somehow that pulls a genuine laugh out of you. you catch yourself mid-giggle, feeling suddenly self-conscious as sukuna’s gaze softens, just barely, his lips twitching into a smile. he’s watching you with this odd.. elated expression, like he’s seeing something new in you. you quickly clear your throat and try to regain composure, but the grin on your face lingers.

“what?” you ask, embarrassed, still smiling despite yourself.

he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, but the faint trace of a smile remains. “nothing. just didn’t think i’d ever hear you laugh like that.”

a warm blush creeps up your neck, and you look down, fidgeting with the chopsticks. “i do laugh, you know,” you murmur, trying to act casual.

for a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze unguarded in a way that makes your heart skip. the silence stretches between you, not tense but charged, like something’s shifting that neither of you can quite name. he tilts his head slightly, studying your face as though he’s trying to memorize every detail. 

the rest of your meal with him was filled with this unspoken, almost serene connection that neither of you quite acknowledged, but both felt. the conversation felt more natural and genuine, you couldn’t stop talking it seemed. you found yourself stealing glances at him more often than you meant to, feeling a strange warmth in your chest each time your eyes met. there was an ease to the way you sat together, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this strange little bubble.

not before long, you both had finished your food with much satisfaction. This is definitely one of the best meals you’ve ever had. when the bill comes, you half expect sukuna to pull out a credit card but instead, he glances at the check just a moment before he pays with a bundle of crisp bills from his wallet. god, that was unnecessarily hot.

"let’s go," he says, standing up. he waits for you to put on your shoes before offering his hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you take it, the touch warm and solid. he’s particular about the way he holds your hand– not too tight, not too soft. that makes your heart skip a beat. not to mention your hand is small in comparison to his, but a weirdly perfect match. like a peg sliding into a notch. 

as you walk out of the restaurant, you feel the cool night air hit you, a refreshing contrast to the warmth inside. sukuna’s hand still holds yours, his thumb lightly grazing your knuckles as you both make your way to the street.

that’s when you spot it—an unassuming little ice cream stand on the corner, the twinkling of the fairy lights on its canopy making you grin up at him.

you tug on his hand, pulling him toward the stand before he can even say anything. "ice cream." you say with a mischievous smile, not even giving him a chance to protest. "you are legally not allowed to say no."

sukuna gives you a feigned look of annoyance at you but doesn’t pull away. “you’re insatiable,” he tells you, but there’s no real irritation in his tone—just the faintest hint of beguilement. you don’t miss the way his grip on your hand tightens, just a little, when you pull him toward the stand.

the vendor behind the counter greets you both with a toothy smile, and you instantly scan the flavors, your eyes lighting up as you point to one that catches your attention. "i’ll have the matcha," you say, already thinking about how good it’s going to taste.

sukuna gives you a side glance before ordering the most basic thing he could’ve chosen—vanilla. you can’t help but notice the contrast between his choice and yours, and it makes you giggle.

“you and giggling today, i swear,” he teases. you take the cone from the vendor’s hand with a small thank-you, sticking your tongue out at sukuna before giving your cone a lick. sukuna takes his cone shortly after, paying the man. 

walking together, hand in hand, the quiet sounds of the city hum around you. it’s almost too perfect, the way he towers beside you, both of you savoring your cones. despite the fall night being cool, soon your ice cream starts to drip and melt faster than you can eat it. you try to keep up but it’s a losing battle as your hands get sticky and little droplets threaten to trail down your fingers.

out of the corner of your eye, you catch sukuna stifling a snort, his shoulders shaking slightly as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a crumpled handful of napkins. he must have grabbed them at the stand, almost as if he anticipated this exact moment.

“somehow i knew you’d end up eating like a messy kid,” he teases, his voice tinged more tender than you’re used to. before you can reply, he steps closer, raising the napkin to your face with a gentle hand, his fingers brushing your cheek as he dabs at the melting ice cream on your lips and chin. his touch is careful and surprisingly soft, as if he’s handling something delicate.

“thank you,” you murmur, the words almost a whisper as you meet his eyes. they’re closer than you expected, and you catch your breath as he holds your gaze, just a fraction too long. you look away, the heat of his hand lingering on your cheek, and take another bite of your cone, trying to steady the flutter in your chest.

when you finish, you make your way back toward his motorcycle parked beneath a flickering streetlight. its chrome metal was gleaming in the muted glow. you lean against the seat as he stands in front of you, hand on the seat space beside where you were situated. this definitely feels like a date now, you thought. 

his presence was grounding you in a way that felt both comforting and thrilling. he eats the last bite of his cone before wiping his own hands clean, then tossing the dirty napkins in the bin behind him. “can i ask one more question?” you look at him with a small smile. “sure, sukuna.” 

his hand that was now free of the ice cream cone instinctively goes to your other hip, not out of flirtation, but simply closer proximity. you were in the space between his legs, but it wasn’t awkward. it was just intimate.

“why’d your dad ask you to come home?” you let out a small sigh, brushing your hair out of your face to no avail as the wind pushes in your face again. you look a little solemn as you speak. “he wants me to help my brother with entrance exams for secondary school. i’m really just doing the work of a tutor, which i can’t imagine my father couldn’t afford, especially in terms of my brother.. but, i have duties that are unspoken, i guess. that i’m just expected to follow through. my tuition for university is paid by him, so i can’t exactly ghost my family. and my mom is still great with me, so.. i don’t want to lose her too,” you admit. 

when you finish you realize sukuna’s been rubbing circles on your side, deep in listening to you. “i know family’s tough,” he replies. “but you need to realize when it’s starting to screw you up. i’m sure if i didn’t come to your place, you’d still be burying yourself under all that fuckin’ expectation and you’d be burnt out by the morning.” you nod, the weight of his words settling in, and for a moment, you’re grateful for the honesty he’s bringing out of you. it’s strange, this feeling of openness with him, like he’s peeling back the layers you keep hidden from most people.

“maybe,” you mutter, looking down at your hands, which are still a bit sticky from the ice cream. “but it’s hard, you know? i feel guilty when i consider putting myself first, like it’s selfish or something.”

you hear sukuna inhale deeply, still focused on you. “selfish? putting yourself first is sometimes the best damn thing you can do. you’ve got one life, sweetheart.” he pauses, the weight of his gaze meeting yours. “if you don’t set those boundaries, no fucker’s gonna do it for you.”

his hand brushes a stray hair off your cheek that had been in your face for a while now, and your heart skips as his thumb lingers there. he leans in just a little, enough that his face is close, his gaze holding yours in a way that makes the rest of the world blur.

you swallow, feeling a warmth rising in your chest, a feeling that’s unfamiliar to you. “thanks. i guess i needed to hear that,” you whisper, genuinely touched.

he tilts his head slightly, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, though there’s something softer behind his eyes. “anytime, sweetheart.” 

without thinking, you shift your hand up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

he raises a brow, an amused but warm expression lighting up his face. “tryin’ to feel me up now?” he chuckles, but his voice is softer than usual.

you laugh, rolling your eyes, but you don’t move your hand. “shut up,” you murmur, your fingers tracing idle circles on his shirt as you both stay there, close and comfortably silent. the connection between you was enough. sukuna’s hand shifts to gently cup the side of your face, tilting you to see him. you really see him. his thumb grazing your cheek, his gaze flickering to your lips and then back to your eyes. you feel like the world has stopped around you two. you feel the subtle pull of his fingers on your skin. your heart beat is pounding out of your chest, and you feel his racing through his jacket too. in that instant, everything feels inevitable.

the harsh honk of a car horn cuts through the air, dragging you out of the moment with a jolt. you blink as the abrupt return to reality makes your breath catch in your throat. you pull away instinctively, breaking the bubble you were in. the realization of what was about to happen makes you nervous and almost scared. suddenly, you felt suffocated again. you shift, fumbling your fingers with your head down. 

sukuna stands still, silent. his hand that was almost ready to pull you in rested at his side now. his expression was rather blank, but different about the way he’s watching you. it’s quieter, more reserved, like he's waiting for you to say something—anything—to bridge the gap that’s formed between you. his jaw tightens slightly, just a hint of frustration, but he says nothing. he doesn’t rush to fill the silence. his silence is weighty, deliberate, and you feel the intensity of it even more because of it.

you glance at him quickly, and for a split second, you wonder what’s going through his mind. he doesn’t look at you with expectation but with that unreadable intensity that seems to pierce straight through you. you swallow, breaking the silence first. “sorry,” you manage, the words coming out squeakier than you intended, the awkwardness making you want to jump off a bridge. god, strike me down now or so help me.

“don’t apologize,” he rasps, his voice low, rougher than before. it’s not a demand, more like a quiet statement of fact. “you didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

his words hang in the air, steady and unyielding. it’s not comforting in the traditional sense, but it’s there—uncompromising, like he’s just being real with you. there’s no pushing or attempting to rush things. he’s waiting for you to say what you need to say, or to fall silent again. like whatever you do, he’s not going anywhere.

you instead opt to pivot like you usually do, and turn to get on the bike. you check your phone and give a fake little chuckle. “it’s getting so late, wow! we should head out. yeah?” sukuna realized you were definitely feeling weird about the moment you just had, so he wasn’t going to make it ruin the night you both had enjoyed so far. he only nods. “lemme take you to your place.” 

the ride was weirdly quiet, even though you never spoke on the bike anyways. it was too loud over the roar of vehicles on the road. when sukuna turns into your street, you feel a wave of nervous energy pulse through you again. 

the bike slows as he pulls up to the curb in front of your building, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. sukuna parks, but doesn’t make a move to dismount right away. he keeps his hands on the handles, his body still. it’s as if he’s waiting for you to move first. 

you shift off the motorcycle and walk to his side. you don’t give yourself the chance to second-guess it. sukuna looks like he’s about to say something when you press a soft kiss to his cheek, fleeting and sudden, just enough to catch him off guard. for the first time ever, you saw sukuna blush. before he can say anything, you step back already turning on your heel to run briskly towards the entrance of your building, heart hammering against your ribs.

“goodnight!” you call over your shoulder, your voice filled with the adrenaline rush you were feeling. you don’t wait for him to respond as you push open the door and slip inside quickly. the cool air of the building is a sharp contrast to the warmth that still lingers on your lips. You press your fingers on your lips, feeling your heartbeat even in your fingertips. you seriously don’t know what you were thinking… tonight’s feelings are swirling around you as you make your way up the stairs to your apartment.

sukuna was sitting for five minutes on his bike in front of your apartment, brain flatlining. he was going to kiss you. he was so close to your lips. he thought that chance encounter was the most he was going to get tonight when you decided to do that and have the gall to run away. 

he didn’t wash his face that night.

a figure with shoddy blonde hair puts out his cigarette stub on the wall, exhaling the last drag he had. the rooftop was empty, save for his friend. mahito sucks his teeth and throws the bottle of beer he was drinking on the ground, the shatter echoing in the dark night. 

“fuck, man! what are we going to do about that motherfucker?” he seethes, face red from his drunken rage. 

naoya chuckles at his lack of control. he didn’t seem as pissed about the whole ordeal, especially not as much as mahito. the fraternity wasn’t everything to him. and he knew good things come to those who are patient. 

“don’t think about him. we need to focus on the bitch that curved you,” naoya tells him coolly. 

mahito nods slowly, raring up with hype. “yeah… yeah! that ugly whore that got me jumped!” naoya just stares out at the buildings below, unbothered. 

“she’ll pay, mahito. just wait.”

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[moremaybank]

CAN I — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary the more you drown in each other, the harder it is for you and jj to respect the boundary that is 'friends with benefits.' (based on the song "can i" by kehlani)

warnings 18+, pretty much all smut lmao, unprotected sex, smidge of sub!jj, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, language, oral (m. receiving and mentions of f. receiving), filming of a sex tape, some fluff bc i can't resist when it comes to soft jj

author's note sorry if there's any typos lmao i had grammarly on but it stays doing me dirty

series ;; jj masterlist

find the song here!

this shit's so good, so be illegal

need round two, i need a sequel

hit the backboard like a free throw

you next level, you a cheat code

in so deep, you hit my seafloor

got me singing like alicia

got me using all your lingo

tell your girlfriend that you single

"j," you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks as jj thrusted into you slowly and sensually. it was so different from how the two of you usually partook in coital activities, but you'd had a bad day, and jj was desperate to cheer you up.

he had already brought you to his mercy five times, and your pussy was aching. but you knew full well that the loss of him would ache more. so, you let him do his thing.

"i know, pretty girl. i know," he cooed, his hands cradling your face as his arms caged around your head, keeping his body up. "you're doing so good for me, though. give me one more, baby. just wanna watch you cum one more time. you're so pretty when you do."

he brought this hand down to your cunt, fingers finding your clit with ease as he started to massage it, hoping it would relieve any discomfort you might have been feeling. his movements weren't harsh nor rushed as he rubbed slow and gentle circles on it.

you let out a shaky moan as he toyed with your bundle of nerves, and the walls of your pussy started to flutter around his cock, and jj knew you were getting close.

"come on, baby. cum for me. promise i'll kiss it better afterward," he said, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and peppering kisses there.

each time he rolled his hips, he was so deep, and it felt so special and intimate that you wanted to keep him buried there, no matter how overstimulated you were. he fit into you so perfectly, it was like he'd molded you that way.

"i'm gonna cum, j," you mewled, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close to you.

"'m right there with you. let me have it, baby. i got you," he said, raising his head back up to kiss your lips.

he swallowed your moan as you came, feeling your hands sneak onto the back of his shoulders and holding onto him as you erupted for the sixth time that night. his hips stuttered as he came too, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he pulled away, pressing kisses all over your face as you came down.

"how you feeling, pretty girl? better?"

you could see the hope glimmering in his eyes as you met his gaze, and you smiled hazily.

"much better."

call me over 'cause i go hard

sweet lil' bih, fuck like a pornstar

next day, act just like your road dog

bitches askin' "how you know her?"

head game stupid, baby, loca

too loud, callate la boca

out this world, you supernova

fuck that, i am coming over (can i come over?)

"fuck, baby."

you had snuck jj into your house in the wee hours of the night, had practically yanked his pants off of him and thrown him on your bed. you brought him into your mouth before he could blink, and ever since then, he'd been struggling to keep quiet.

you bobbed your head as you sucked the soul out of him. your mouth was so warm and wet that it felt like he was on cloud nine.

your tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, sending a shiver throughout his body as you came to the tip of his cock and swirled your tongue around it. you let it go with a pop, gathering your saliva and spitting it onto him, watching it trail down to the base. you then began to jerk him as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth.

"shit. don't stop, princess. 'm so close," he mumbled as he threw his head back.

you replaced your mouth with your hand as you massaged both his balls now, and you brought his cock into your mouth again. you took him to the back of your throat, letting the tip hit it, and he let out a loud groan.

you instantly withdrew him from your lips, shooting up and clamping a hand over his mouth.

"what is wrong with you? my parents are gonna hear you," you scolded in a whisper.

he moved your hand. "how the fuck do you expect me to keep quiet when you're giving me the best goddamn head i've ever had?" he questioned defensively. he watched you fight a smile in response to what he said, and he smirked. "not my fault that mouth is heaven-sent. you just love sucking this cock like a damn popsicle, don't you?"

you leaned closer, your lips so close to his that they threatened to touch as you spoke, "be quiet or i'm not gonna let you cum."

he gulped as his eyes widened, "yes, ma'am."

(can i come over?)

(can) can i (i) stop by (stop by)

to see you (see you) tonight?

can i stop by

to see you tonight

"can i come over after work, pretty girl? need to see you."

"hmm..." you began, smirking to yourself as you planned to tease him through the phone. "convince me. why should i let you?"

jj chuckled, biting his lip from the other side of the phone. "c'mon, baby. you know you want me to come and see you. i know you've been missing me. i've got the video to prove it."

jj was right. you had been missing him. last night, especially so.

it was late, you couldn't sleep, and you were craving for something more than just your own touch. it would never be enough. not if it wasn't jj.

so, you settled for the next best thing.

you got a hold of the thick pink dildo hidden in your bedside table and tried your best to make yourself feel as good as jj managed to. feeling a little extra spicy, you took your phone into your hand, taking a video of yourself burying the sex toy deep inside of you over and over.

"fuck, j. wish you were here," you moaned as you captured the toy plunging into you. "wanna cum on your cock so hard that you're drenched."

you continued jerking the dildo into you until you were close. your moans were getting higher as you neared your orgasm, and just before you were going to cum, you stopped recording. you let yourself fall over the edge without filming, and rode it out.

you then sent the video to jj, and when he replied, he said: "the next time i see you, i'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret not letting me watch you cum."

you felt a flutter in your core, even though you had just come down. but that was just the effect jj had on you. no matter how many times he'd made you finish, you were left yearning for more.

"okay," you spoke, "you can come over, j."

we both on fire, love the teamwork

leave with juices on your t-shirt

loud and clear, no need for reverb

tell the uber driver to revert

flip that bitch and make a u-turn

sex tape crazy, need the bloopers

last so long, bae, you a trooper

sniper gang, no bradley cooper

"that's right, baby girl. let the camera know how good i'm fucking this pussy." jj grunted as he pounded into you from behind. his hands were wrapped around your hips as he yanked you backward toward his cock.

jj had convinced you to let him film the two of you as you went at it, claiming that whenever the two of you were too busy to meet up that he could use it to make himself cum. you'd rolled your eyes, but then he brought up the fact that you would benefit from it as well, for all the times you'd pout about him having to work when you desperately needed him.

"just think about it, princess. you could watch me fuck you over and over, as many times as you wanted, while fucking that pretty pussy with that hot pink dildo of yours. it'll never compare to the real thing, but you'd get to see me fill you up. it's a pretty fucking spectacular sight, am i right?"

and he was. so you obliged.

"oh, god, jj. right there!" you called out, doing as he said. your knuckles were paling as you gripped your headboard. you threw your head back, arching your spine further as jj's cock practically beat up your cervix in the best way possible. "shit, 'm so close, j. please."

"play with your clit, baby. make yourself cum for me," he instructed, pulling you toward him harsher. "gonna give you every last drop of my cum if you do as i say. you want that?"

"fuck. yeah, baby," you replied, bringing one hand down to your clit to do as he said. you rubbed harsh circles on it, your toes curling as the pleasure started to overwhelm you.

you whimpered when jj's hand came in contact with your ass, spanking you harshly as he crept closer to his orgasm. "shit, fucking love your pussy. wanna spend my days fucking it every day 'til i die."

"i'm cumming, i'm fucking cumming," you cried, your cunt clamping down on jj's cock as you came hard. your juices squirted out of you, soaking jj's cock, pelvis and thighs thoroughly, as well as the sheets beneath you two. you came and came and came, you honestly weren't sure if you would ever stop.

"good girl, baby. you hear that?" jj asked as he kept fucking you, referring to the squelching noise coming from your junction. "i'm fucking drenched because of you, just how i like it. gonna fuck you full of my cum for being such a good girl for me."

he sped up his pace, his thrusts merciless and unforgiving as he finally let himself cum. he let out a deep groan, it sounding like music to your ears as you felt him release inside of you.

jj slowed down, slumping down on top of your back as he panted. "christ, baby. swear to god you turn me into an animal."

hi, i'm hell, it's nice to meet ya

know you fuckin' with a demon

do 'bout anything to please ya

cum inside me, i'm a keeper

want me to make you a senior?

never been that hard read ya

when we done, you say, "i need ya"

i done made you a believer

"cum inside me, j. make me yours. all yours."

you were bouncing up and down on jj's cock, taking all of him inside of you with each movement. his cock stimulated your g-spot every time you bounced, and if it weren't for jj's hands on your hips keeping you upright, the euphoric feeling would surely make your legs give out long before either of you came.

the two of you were in the back of the twinkie, seeing as jj borrowed it without letting john b know. you were both well aware of the fact that he would have your heads if he found out you'd fucked in it again.

the windows were fogged up and would surely block anyone's view from seeing what the two of you were doing if it weren't for the curtains that already covered most of them.

"you already are mine, pretty girl. this pussy belongs to me," he gritted through his teeth, jerking his hips up to meet yours. he watched your tits springing up and down as your body moved. he wrapped his around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling as you let whimpers of need tumble from your lips.

you closed your eyes as your teeth dug into your lower lip. "tell me again, j. tell me i belong to you, need to hear it."

he pulled back, one of his hands cradling your jaw and pulling your gaze to his. his thumb tugged your lip from your teeth, and he kissed you. hard.

"you're fucking mine, baby. mine to kiss, mine to fuck, mine to love. i fucking need you," jj spoke through his panting.

"yeah?" you asked, not too distracted to register what he was saying to you, your heart palpitating as you felt the coil in your belly tightening.

"yeah," he breathed, looking right into your eyes. "cum for me, my girl."

and you did, with the love you had harboured for him bleeding through your joined actions.

if these walls could talk, they'd tell you "don't pull out"

make me proud

thug it out

switched it up enough to tell me i'm your style

let's get wild

right here, right now

you two were lying together in the back of the twinkie, where you had just finished going at it.

your head was leaning against jj's chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. his fingers trailed up and down your spine soothingly as he held you in his arms.

"did you really mean it, j?" you asked, quiet as a mouse. you worried that he only said those things in the heat of the moment and that he didn't reciprocate your feelings. and if that were the case, you'd run like hell out of there.

but you needn't have worried.

he tilted your head up to meet your gaze. "of course i meant it, baby. i would never say all that shit to you if it weren't true," he spoke, his hand finding one of yours and resting it on his chest. he placed his hand over yours, "i love you. and i need you. you're the only one for me, princess."

you grinned, heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. "i love you too, j."

"good," he replied. "now get on your back. i'm gonna show you how much i love you with my tongue."

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[aria-diary]

Footage of the destruction caused by Hurricane Helena on October 27, 2024 at Chimney Rock and Lake Lure in western North Carolina. Those of you who have ever visited this place know what it looked like before. Just for information: In the area of ​​Lake Lure and in the mountains surrounding this lake, the famous movie Dirty Dancing and The Last of the Mohicans was filmed.🙏🥺

Also the same event happened recently in Bosnia (BIH). 🥺My condolences to all the families who have lost their loved ones.🕊️🕯️

[puuta-heinaa]

Joker Out, Paris (Café de la danse) 22.3.2024

I arrived at the venue around 14ish, and was third to last in the EE queue. However queueing is part of the party! I exchanged sooo many bracelets and met amazing people, some of which I just met that day, some I knew from Discord or tumblr or earlier gigs, couldn't have been happier. Got selfies with Bojan and Jan?? Hug from Bojan??? HELLO. That would never happen in Finland. I described his hug as jämäkkä and turvallinen, which roughly translates to sturdy and safe.

Some of the bracelets I made for the concert!

Met someone in the queue who had hawk's eyes and who encouraged me to go and ask for a selfie with Jan, and later on she spotted Bojan on the street 100 m before everyone else did. I had a chance to give Bojan 3 2 ananaslonkero -bracelet that I'd made, with a tiny drink charm. If the main joke in fandoms is that a hug from your blorbo would cure you? well it's true. Getting a hug from Bojan removed some stiffness between my shoulder blades that I didn't even know was there. It was literally easier to breathe after the encounter. I also kept vigorously shaking for 3-5 minutes afterwards, so much that some people asked if I'm ok. Just released years worth of trauma ig. Also LOTS of happy hand stims throughout the day, my autism was showing lol.

Jan was outdoors SMOKING!!! And Bojan had charmingly dirty hair! He was taller than I had thought.

ANYways the gig !! I ended up on Jance side, which was nice as I was on Kris' side in Helsinki. Whole stage was about as wide as K-18 section at Kultsa, and I think they suit better on smaller stages.

We got Vem da Gres and Gola in soundcheck! I was wearing Vem da gres -bracelet that I got in Helsinki a few weeks ago and thought about that person for a few seconds!

Gola was ok. Bojan got disney mickey ears, and he was wearing my 3 2 ananaslonkero bracelet. Bojan also got a maca plushie that he was NOT scared of, he even made it fly.

Kris left the stage as soon as the last notes of Gola were over, other boys stayed jamming in accelerating speed for couple of more minutes. I showed them my UM sign that only read "I want to sing UMAZAN" at that point. :')

20h02 was ok, didn't connect with their music at all though. JC Stewart seemed a bit sick, but sounded good nevertheless. Finished my sign.

They started with Katrina and Bele Sanje, and people were singing even guitar riffs along. Dopamin hit like dopamine followed by Ne bi smel, Nace was staring at me several times during those songs.

Liinu's superb edit of staring sc Nace and struggling Kris and Arcti's edit about Jan's forgotten library books made my day

People were already singing along to Sta bih ja, and Bojan was sooo happy (and sweaty. We were all very sweaty, the concert hall was ridiculously warm.). Kris disappeared for a moment in the beginning of Sta bih ja, and Bojan looked like a lost puppy (wait, where is kris?? about 5-10 seconds into sta bih ja). Bojan said Kris didn't like how Jan played the riff and that's why he left the stage :P. Jan flipped a bird to him.

Decibels raised by about 20 when they played Ona and Demoni. Turns out they might be the easiest to sing along for absolutely everyone, not just for people who speak Finnish. Bojan looked me directly into eyes during second verse of Demoni for several seconds, and I felt so seen (in a good way). EE was definitely worth its price.

In Helsinki I felt like the setlist was over before it even started, but in Paris it felt more like we were really dancing and playing until the stars fade. I think it had something to do with how much they interacted with each other and with the public during each song. In Helsinki they seemed like they had forgotten how to be on stage, and there was just TOO MUCH SPACE, whereas Paris had Nordic Tour energy.

They all moved a LOT on stage!! Kris was on jance side several times! Nace had a mating dance thingy going on with Kris at least twice, Jan once. Jan interacted with the public on Kris's side a few times. Bojan almost run into Kris at one point - no wonder he caressed Kris's arm to let him know he's there before grapping his hips?? and dancing behind him??? during Behind those eyes. It's cafe de la danse after all.

Def thinking "THIS is how we'll trend on tumblr tonight" right after the famous dance

Everybody's waiting and soooooo many people raised hands when Bojan asked in his spiel before the song if anyone here suffers from panic or anxiety attacks, and I think it made everyone feel less alone. He sang I'm the problem it's me -line to make things a bit lighter before proceeding to the song.

We got Omamljeno Telo and I felt SOOOO HAPPY (but also sad for Moonu) but also SOOOO HAPPY it was on the setlist, I think I screamed VITTU JES on top of my lungs (manifesting it for Ruisrock huh). Famous water spray on Jan during OT, and it shows I've grown old, because instead of "yeeeess I want Bojan's spit on me" I went "rat disease, why am I not wearing a mask".

Everyone sang along during CD, not in French though even if there was a fanproject French translation published a whole 28 hours before(....). Plastika hit like a hammer once again, but I think I was already waiting and stressing for UM, so I didn't mosh for example. Which, good idea, because my neck was soooo sore after Helsinki.

Bojan announced the karaoke song, and asked which versions we have today. He saw my sign, asked "Slovenian version?", to which I "said" (from 4th row on Jan+Nace side) Finnish version, and he heard it and corrected himself and said perfect. I was not afraid at all even if I knew I'm probs going to sing in front of about 500 people in 5ish minutes???? How??? I'm usually a ball of anxiety but here I was just proud and excited to sing my version of it.

I loved the Bretogne/French version (I've still no idea what were the words, but it rhymed super well and she sang well, but that was def NOT paris region French), cringed at some of the "translations" because they did not fit the lines and did not rhyme, sang along to Slovenian versions in Finnish, felt bad for one of them as the karaoke singer started at the wrong moment and Bojan spent most of their special moment trying to orchestrate the band.

When Bojan approached with "I think we still have a Slovenian version, OH NO, A FINNISH VERSION" I chortled, and felt the last bits of nervousness disappear. (Cue "some boat, titanic, oh no".) I had my ACTUALLY finger pointing moment, which, on point with my personality, telling him it's a hybrid version. I don't know what he meant with SUOMI SAA, but it was NOT full-on Suomi SAATANA, that much is certain. I quite like the idea/interpretation he was making a pun with SAA(tan)Are you ready? But who knows. Sad about missed chance to answer "ArE YoU???" now that I think about it, but at least I wasn't the only one who failed the moment :') . Speaking of cursewords though, a histronic youngster next to me did shout vittu though! I loved my spot but she was super annoying throughout the evening.

The Finnish version is in the beginning of this one, and the Arabic version right after Finnish version is AMAZING. The French version is on the first part, as well as Bojan going "uuu Finnish version? perfect".

Started in Slovene, which made him have a Ok?? face, but when I switched to my own Finnish version that rhymes with the Slovene version, he raised his brows and seemed so impressed that I just nodded to him, sending telepath(et)ic messages that yes, our languages match and rhyme, about time you collaborate with Jere. I think he remembered I asked for a hug in the afternoon, because he did not hug everyone during karaoke. Afternoon hug was better btw.

I love his little surprised smile right when I finish the first Finnish line on this one

I usually think quite a lot about how other people perceive me, but now I didn't give a single fuck, just enjoyed being the main character for 20 seconds, having this interaction with my blorbo. Forever grateful for the 4 different angles I received from friends I made in the queue, and 1 from a random guy who asked me after the concert if I'd like to receive a video he took of me singing. Even Vita was filming the whole thing with her big light + camera + phone ensemble. I often sing in my car, and even IMAGINING i'm singing karaoke makes my voice suddenly tiny and weak and compressed, so I'm overflowingly glad it went this well, you have no idea even if I've just bragged about it for 4 paragraphs.

I later realised I was the only one who didn't hold the mic themself, this is a clear example how I objectify the boys, seeing Bojan just as a mic stand.🫣😵‍💫

I got fluent Kiitos from Bojan, that guy needs to move to Finland he speaks Finnish so well. Also LMAO I forgot to sniff him in the afternoon, now I'm praying the snifff I took after karaoke wasn't too evident and doesn't show on Vita's video……….. Jere is wrong, Bojan does not smell like shit, but there were no parfume smell either? He just smells like nothing in a pleasant, pheromone rich way lol.

my translation: Sanje so tvojega okusa Aamuihin taas tuoksusi Neula ei haarukassa Sieluni on hukassa Etsimässä tietään luoksesi

I haven't figured how to translate the first line. I've been playing with "Makus' on tarrannut uniini", but it does not rhyme with the og well enough. Otherwise super proud of my version. Neula and haarukka are parts of compass, basically saying the compass is layed on the map the wrong way. 🧭

This is how small the place was??? I was in 3/4th row, and the hat guy in the right corner was right behind me during the concert so the club truly was tiny.

Apparently bubbles were not allowed on stage in Cafe de la danse? But some people had brought their own so we had bubbles anyway.

Jure exchanged his drumstick to a breadstick. I laughed because a) it was a clever pun and b) such a stereotypically French thing to bring a BAGUETTE wrapped in a napkin to a concert. Also no wonder boys are always sick, I don't even want to know how many people touched that bread before it was on stage.

Life is pain (in mouths)

We waited for the boys after the concert outside the venue in the rain, and they walked past quite quickly. Bojan stayed for 30 seconds to take a group selfie. <3

Honestly so happy I traveled there and met amazing people and surpassed myself on so many levels.

I feel like 2004 again, because that's when I last made a post this long on livejournal and also when I last was this hyped about a group.

I loved band's AMAZING OUTFITS in Café de la danse, everyone had some idrija lace on them, and I'm afraid my next special interest will be bobbin lace.

[ashmp3]

šlag na kraju hihi TEO DAYYYY čitav dan razmišljam o tebi i jedva sam čekala da se vratim s planine samo da ti se javiiiim 😌 memorised it in my mental palace

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE I'm genuinely so proud to call you a mutual you're the hottest most right person about everything on here and i ADORE seeing people tag you in stuff and make gifsets for you bc well. you're a deity that deserves to be worshipped through gifts and trinkets 🙂‍↕️ 26 sounds scary but I'll join you next month so we can be scared together (dvadesete gazimo..🥳) ALSO using this opportunity to ask for plans for the dirty money, which perfumes are you eyeing ? I want to know everything about you 🫶🏻🩷🩷🩷

🥹🥹😭😭😭🥳🥳🥳🥳💖💖💖💖🫶🏻 Well it’s only natural i have to say… ali volim što planinariš i razmišljaš o tumblru that’s that prime blogger mindset 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hvala na tako lepim rečima stvarno čime sam ja ovo zaslužila sad da me pitaš ne bih znala da odgovorim 😭 (btw kad ti je rođendan… now let Me do the memorization) and omfg… Don’t even ask (ask away)…

Htela sam da se bacim na isprobavanje dekanata jer sam jebeni redditor i obožavam r/femfraglab 🙂‍↕️ pa ovako ispisah ti lepo… ali onda sam fazon hmmm možda da odem u sephoru i kupim sebi nešto kao čovek. Htela sam da isprobam i lush parfeme (i sprejeve mada dobijem glavobolju od lusha) anyway sad ću ti reći u mislima mi je devotion intense jer me tako nasmejao kad sam ga isprobavala ali nekako posle par sati nisam bila toliko oduševljena iiii jpg scandal mi je bio baš lep na koži. Inače sam dobila dva parfema za rođendan i kad sam rekla mami šta ću da uzmem sa parama iz kladionice baš se iznervirala alskdjdjskdj anyway……… Hoću da isprobam gucci flora gorgeous orchid i burberry goddess. I hoću da imam muža milionera kako sam krenula pihhh… ali zapravo sam htela da čuvam pare i onda u jednom trenutku da kupim kilian angels share ali mi uvek tako too much da dam 30000rsd jednostavno širim se previše… nadam se da ovaj nenormalni odgovor ima nekog smisla ali ako si isprobala neki parfem i imaš preporuku sve me zanima tvoja sam podeli sa razredom (ashmp3 nation)

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Why is he so damn beautiful... bih im sobbing....😭

(ft. a wild Seungmin I accidentally did dirty and a Jeongin that could never...)

I want that jacket so bad tbh. It's exactly my style and I need it 😭😭😭😭

But yes Felix is so beautiful and it's so rude 😭 how is he just out here being all beautiful and shit?! 😭😭😭😭

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

ZEEPIE! WHEN I CATCH YOU ZEEPIE

👊🏾💥👊🏾😁💥👊🏾

naw cuz u fr made me hug my phone 😭😭 you are such a a sweet person, and thank you for being my valentine this year!

I was so sad abt not being able to spend time w/ my irl friends, that I forgot I have people like you on this platform💕💕

AHHHH- UR SO NICE!!! MY FACE IS HURTING SO MUCH FROM SMILING RN ❤️❤️❤️

iwannaholdyoulikethisfr;

im actually not sure what so say now- bc all I can think about is how good you are? like? you haven't pulled anyone?

you must live around some blind ass people

my mind is just screaming rn, I'm gonna go re-read that shit again and get giddy all over 💐💐

have a pic of my dad's lunch

(SIR?? FUCKIN CORN POP W/ ICE???? MY MAN IS TRULY A MENACE 😭😭😭😭😭LOCK HIM UP🤢 WE NEED HIM BEHIND BARS/aff/ love him sm)

CHIPPAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!! C-TOWN MY GIRL MY DOWN BIH MY RIDE OR DIE MY SHNOOKUMS MY BOO THANG MY QUEENIE KINS ❤🩷🤍❤🩷🤍❤🩷🤍❤🩷🤍❤🩷🤍

HELPPPP jumping each other is a love lingo fr 😔✊🏾

aww :(( i'm sorry you weren't able to spend some time with your irl friends!! and i hope y'all get together for a get down soon bc irl friend getdowns >> trust 🎉🪅💃

but ultimately, I'm glad it served as the catalyst for THIS lovely piece of interaction and thereby cherished memory :)) <33

ah girlieboo I'm a single pringle and happy that way 😂🥰 gotta work on the temple before letting people in, yk? i just pray to Father that He's keeping MY future pookiebear hidden like me!! UNTIL WE FIND EACH OTHER FR 🤞🏾💞 #singlelifeandthriving 🥰 (altho i cannot deny being flattered by the fact that you think i could pull 😩🙌🏾 confidence boost like no other!! <33)

nah I just live in the ghetto 😜 not the kinda ghetto where brothers be roamin either, rip ☠ but it's aii I'm chilling!! i sleep in peace knowing the aspect of being done dirty is not somethin i gotta worry bout, feel me? 😘

me n' you fr 🩵(o´･_･)っ:

"smek! <3* iluhyousomurch ❣💘

................now let's talm bout your old man's corn pops with ice--

,,,,,,,, nah but YOU KNOW WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT???

(THAT'S THE MOST NIGGA-EST MOVEMENT MEAL I'VE SEEN ALL MONTH [/JJJJ /POS POS POS GIRL I BE PLAYIN TM 😭😭] I THINK WE'RE DOING A GOOD JOB!!! THE ICE IN THE MILK FOR SUPREME ICY COLDNESS ENJOYMENT 👌🏾😤💯 PAPA CHIP??? YEEEAAA HE KNOWS WASSUP. i haven't had me some good corn pops in a while now that i think about it!! man, i could tear some uppp rn..,,,, yo, send me a bowl too-)

[kneehoming-knee]

GARAGE DIRTY AGENT CITRUS AUTO SHOP VANS DHALSIM AKUMA "CRY BIH"

[killintrill]

Kodaks the vibe this morning

[notababy-babygirl]

Wala naman nabago bih. 12years ago dirty kaparin. Malala pa nga nagun. Kung umasta ka sa pamilya feeling virgin yan? Nakaka diri ka. nakipag leave in ka na pala dati. Tapos nag hahangad ka pa ng grand wedding? Hoyyy! Mandiri ka nga. Kawawa naman tantan napunta lang sa kagaya mo. Si marko ngaun nag papakasarap na sa buhay. Sa pera nya kasi wala kana sa landas nya. Babaeng inggitera. Di naman kayang mag isa.

I've been very open about sa pakikipag-live in ko before. Lol. Does it make someone less of a person? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! And so kung nakipaglive-in? And about the wedding, ikaw po ba sasagot? If hindi ikaw ang MT, then I think wala kang say dun. Hihi.

Yes, kawawa nga si Tan. Ubusin ko ulit pera nya katulad ng ginawa ko kay Marko. LOL! Kesa sa iba mapunta diba, edi sakin nalang. Mindset lang. Chariz.

And yes po, opo, di ko po kaya mag-isa. Sabi mo na wala namang ambag sa mga bills ko. 😅 Kung ikaw sa basurahan padin nakatira, wag na ikaw plith magalit. Kasi choice mo yan. Di ka maghanap ng mapera. Char not char.

Sugarbaby dapat kasi.

[loveditapp]

Dirty Pick Up Lines 100+

Dirty pick up lines that work on 100% grade A sluts. 

They almost always get wet when you drop one of these on them . . . in the right situation.

 Dirty Pick Up Lines

Dirty pick up lines work best with slutty DTF type of girls. If you are at a bar or club and spot a girl who looks like a slut you should 100% not hesitate and drop one of these dirty pick up lines on them. You might ask … how can I tell if she is a slut or not? Sluts make it pretty obvious there sluts, us men just have to read between the lines sometimes to make sure. Clear examples include: Fake nails, hair extensions, tan bronzer, fake blonde hair, short skirts, belly button pierced (or pretty much anything pierced other then the ears), skimpy outfits, LARGE bug eyed glasses, etc.

 I can probe list at least a hundred things girls do/wear that point out that they are sluts. Here’s what this is all about… these sluts… they know they are sluts, and sluts for the most part are pretty cool chic's(I have never met a slut that was not cool), sluts almost think like dudes. What’s this got to do with you? its simple, when you use a dirty pick up lines on a slut ,she automatically knows you are interested in her because you are giving her attention that every girl wants ( sluts more-so then others)  and she knows you want to fuck.  And since you are the one going up to her and saying something funny to break the ice along the lines of what kind of girl she is, she will 99.999% of the time hold your attention for the first 10 seconds. After that its up to you to keep her interested.https://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-2087531999578616&output=html&h=280&adk=2771036359&adf=3691544713&pi=t.aa~a.3847162155~i.6~rp.4&w=780&fwrn=4&fwrnh=100&lmt=1681676772&num_ads=1&rafmt=1&armr=3&sem=mc&pwprc=4748632334&ad_type=text_image&format=780x280&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovedit.net%2F2023%2F04%2Fdirty-pick-up-lines-100.html&host=ca-host-pub-1556223355139109&fwr=0&pra=3&rh=195&rw=780&rpe=1&resp_fmts=3&wgl=1&fa=27&adsid=ChEI8NzzoQYQ_qHL6K-g6528ARI5AEE17IyW6XofMJnefnTM10Z7ArWC4U9V2H-_kkfcghjVDvOwQEZ4iyg_1C8FLqhv728ZOxY3pmzd&uach=WyJXaW5kb3dzIiwiMTAuMC4wIiwieDg2IiwiIiwiMTExLjAuNTU2My4xNDciLFtdLGZhbHNlLG51bGwsIjY0IixbWyJHb29nbGUgQ2hyb21lIiwiMTExLjAuNTU2My4xNDciXSxbIk5vdChBOkJyYW5kIiwiOC4wLjAuMCJdLFsiQ2hyb21pdW0iLCIxMTEuMC41NTYzLjE0NyJdXSxmYWxzZV0.&dt=1681741541141&bpp=7&bdt=749&idt=7&shv=r20230412&mjsv=m202304110101&ptt=9&saldr=aa&abxe=1&cookie=ID%3Ddf553a9509ac26b6-227389bb25df007d%3AT%3D1681740914%3ART%3D1681740914%3AS%3DALNI_MZ5XZ1okX_oN_G0y4haW1yhOli27A&gpic=UID%3D00000bf77280dcfa%3AT%3D1681740914%3ART%3D1681740914%3AS%3DALNI_MbkE8Wq_XWR4bWF5q5hGxayCZ3ijQ&prev_fmts=0x0%2C780x90%2C0x70%2C300x600&nras=2&correlator=3904850053784&frm=20&pv=1&ga_vid=1819297073.1681740937&ga_sid=1681741541&ga_hid=136902460&ga_fc=1&u_tz=330&u_his=8&u_h=864&u_w=1536&u_ah=824&u_aw=1536&u_cd=24&u_sd=1.25&dmc=4&adx=341&ady=1134&biw=1532&bih=754&scr_x=0&scr_y=0&eid=44759926%2C44759875%2C44759837%2C31073806&oid=2&pvsid=2094655135468906&tmod=1520256800&uas=0&nvt=1&ref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovedit.net%2F&fc=1408&brdim=0%2C0%2C0%2C0%2C1536%2C0%2C1536%2C824%2C1536%2C754&vis=1&rsz=%7C%7Cs%7C&abl=NS&fu=128&bc=31&jar=2023-04-17-14&ifi=7&uci=a!7&btvi=2&fsb=1&xpc=agTrEFP9Cp&p=https%3A//www.lovedit.net&dtd=83

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 What’s most important is if you are going to pick up a girls in a bar or club or any other kind of social setting you need to make sure you use the right pickup line for the right type of girl. Using dirty pick up lines on nerdy girls are not going to work as well as they would with sluts. Make sure you remember a few of these, I would hand write a few of the ones you like and remember them and practice how you would say them infront of a girl.

Baby, Ive got and eight inch tongue and i can breathe through my ears.

Are we related? Do you want to be?

Can I take you to the Bone-yard?

Are you cold? You should be; you’ve been naked in my mind all night.

Are you going to the party tonight (what party?) The one in your mouth, everybody’s cumming.

Are you in to Casual Sex or should I dress up?

Are you menstruating? If so, I know how to insert tampons.

Are you cold? Let me be your electric blanket. Just plug me in and I’ll make you feel nice and toasty inside and out

Are you free tonight or am I gonna have to pay?

Are you gay? (No.) Wow, me neither, let’s have sex.

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Are you a lumberjack? Because you just gave me wood!

Damn girl, you have more curves than a race track.

Damn, I thought “Very-Fine” only came in a bottle!

Can you believe it? It’s been more than fifteen minutes since I’ve had sex.

Can I please be your slave tonight?

Can I see your tan lines?

Can I stir your drink? Mind if I use my dick?

Are those Guess jeans? ‘Cause guess who wants to get into ‘em.

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Do you like to dance? Well then, could you go dance so I can talk to your friend?

Do you like whales? Well I have a hump-back at my place.

Do you sleep on your stomach? No. Can I?Very hot girl

Do you take it up the ass?

Do you think a relationship between you and I would be all sex, or do you think that there would be some depth to it?Do you wanna box? [Yes.] Well, get on your hands and knees and give me two blows to the head.

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As long as i have a face, u always have a place to sit.

Please tell your tits to stop looking at my eyes.

Do you know anything about real estate? (Grab crotch or breasts) I was just wondering if you could tell me if this is a lot.

Do you know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie-pop? Wanna find out?

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Do you like chicken? Sorry, I haven’t got any, how about a cock?

Do you like chips? Because if you are frito lay than I am a barrel of fun!

Do you like clocks? (if yes) put two hands and a face on this. (pointing down)

Do you wash your pants in Windex because I can see myself in them.

Do you work for UPS? I thought I saw you checking out my package.

Don’t you think most people who use pickup lines are dipsticks? (Yup) In that case, mind if I check your oil level?

Don’t sweat the petty things… pet the sweaty things!

Don’t worry, I don’t get emotionally involved. It’s just physical.

Erections like these don’t grow on trees you know.

Ever slept in a $5000 bed? Want to?

Ever tried those weird prickly condoms? (sure to get responses)

Excuse me , she says “Uh huh”, do you have any Grey Poupon? no? well we can still get the sandwich action going on baby.

Excuse me M’am, you dropped a piece of ass, let me get that for you. (then grab her ass)

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Do you like jewels? (Yes.) Suck my dick, it’s a gem.

Do you like jigsaw puzzles? Let’s go to my room and put our pieces together.

Do you wanna lick my tongue?

Do you want a worm-do? (Whats a worm do?) It does this..(Move your finger like a worm~~~~~~)

Do you want to come over to my place and feed your beaver some wood?

Excuse me, but I think that you are too drunk to drive. Can you recite the alphabet backwards? [Does it] Next, I need for you to bend over and spell “RUN”.

Excuse me, but I’m freeballing, can I borrow your underwear?

Excuse me, but would you like an orally stimulated orgasm?

“Excuse me, but you dropped something back there” Woman: “What’s that?” You: This conversation, lets pick it up later tonight.

Excuse me, but you have a “dick for” on your head. [What's a "dick for"?] I’ll show you.

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Excuse me, but you’ve got a Wild Blocost on your shoulder! (What’s a Wild Blocost?) How much do ya got?

Excuse me, do I need to buy a ticket for your fantastic voyage?

Do you want to see something swell?

Do you want to see the soles of your feet in the wing mirrors in my car?

Excuse me, but do you have the temperature?

Excuse me, I’m a little short on cash, would you mind if we shared a cab home together?

Excuse me, is it true that you’re a sexual tyrannosaurus?

Excuse me, is that dress felt? Would you like it to be?

Excuse me, is that semen in your hair?

Excuse me, I’ve seem to have lost my virginity, can I have yours?

Nice fucking weather. Want to?

Pick a number between 1 and 10. You lose now take off your clothes.

(Put out hand) Give me five. (after they give you five, leave your hand up)

Give me elbow. (after they give you elbow, leave your hand up) Give me shoulder. (after they give you shoulder, leave your hand up) Give me nose. (after they give you nose, leave your hand up) Give me head.

Roses are black, violets are red, what is it going to take, to get you into bed?

Roses are red, violets are black, why is your chest as flat as my back?

Nice legs, lets eat out.

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Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?

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Kpop Dream Log 8: with Hoseok

June 13, 2018, Wednesday

Trigger Warning: character death, hints of suicide pact, bullying

°.✩┈┈∘*┈🌙┈*∘┈┈✩.°

In this dream, I was Hobi’s girlfriend. I had stepped into a store, and I remember feeling sad. There were paintings of him done by my best friend. In the paintings, Hobi had the orange/red hair I loved, and he was in a military uniform. I remember waving to my cousin, @millie-ionaire05. She was the girlfriend of one of the members, but I don’t know who. I didn't stop to talk to her. I had only waved at her as I walked in, and the knowledge that she was a BTS member's girlfriend was just something I knew. 

I had picked out something, and I was waiting to pay with two other guys (I wasn’t with them), but the cashier was ignoring me and giving me dirty looks. It was one of my guy cousins! He took the other two guys and rang them up instead of me. I got upset and walked off to cry behind a rack of clothing. My best friend was there putting something away as if she worked there. Maybe that’s why her paintings were hung there.

Anyway, she gave me a disgusted look and whispered harshly(in Spanish, which is super weird), “Why are you even crying? You swore you would take your life if he died, so why don’t you hurry up and do it?!”

Apparently, Hobi had died, and that’s why there were paintings of him displayed. Maybe this pact Hobi and I had was something my guy cousin knew and was pissed about it, too. The fact that I didn't follow through with Killing myself. Perhaps that's why he didn't want to ring me up.

I just looked at her like ‘dis bih!’ and said, “Maybe I will then,”  as I walked out of the store. Then I woke up.

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I can still see the store in my mind when I read back on this dream. The colors inside were different shades of blue (from the darkest navy to the palest of baby blues), almost as if they had an aquatic or beach theme going on. I also can still feel the anguish and despair I felt because I missed Hobi so much. It almost seemed like his death had been expected as if maybe he had been sick. It didn't seem like a death caused by an accident or from his time in the military. I also remember feeling so hurt by how my family and friends were treating me in the dream.

Dream Log Masterlist

[literallypaintednails]

This is my first tumble !

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

In New York I Milly Rock (rock)

Hide it in my sock (sock)

Running from the opp (opp)

And I shoot at opp (opp) uh, uh (what?)

And I'm on the block (what?) Uh, uh (what? What?)

And I'm on the block (what?)

In New York I Milly Rock (hello?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Selling that rerock (what? Woah, what? What? Uh, what? What?)

In New York I Milly Rock (ooh)

Hide it in my sock (woah)

Used to sell rerock (what?)

Runnin' from the cops (woah)

Shootin' at these opps (woah)

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Woah)

Shooting at these opps (what?)

'Cause I run they block (what?) Uh

Give me top (top) uh, in my drop-top

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock)

When I drop, uh (drop, drop)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (bih)

Woo, woo (bih) woo, woo (bih)

All these hoes want cash (cash)

All these hoes want bags, uh

Fucking on your bitch (bih) uh

I'm her dad (yeah) uh

All these niggas sound like cats, sound like cats (blah)

I'm a soldier, ooh (what?)

Damn, I thought I told you, ooh (what?)

Shootin' like a soldier, ooh (bih)

Like I'm from Magnolia, ooh (what?)

All these niggas (what? What?) always fold (what? What?)

Big bank (what? What?) never fold (What?)

I'm sippin' Act' (what?) fill that shit slowly (hello?)

Bitches on me (what? Bih) say she like my clothing (yeah)

I'm in London (what?) Yung Carti global (what?)

Designer is on me (phew) call it dirty laundry (phew)

All these bitches want Yung Carti (what?) Yung Carti (yeah)

Ayy, Yung Carti, Yung Carti, what? (Hop in the bit', hop in the bit')

Yung Carti, Yung Carti (what? What? Hold on) yeah

All of your bitches, they loose, hold on

All of your bitches, they loose, hold on (yeah)

All of my bitches, they rich, hold on

And they stay rockin' that Rick, hold on

Uh, what? What? Hold on, what? What? Uh (yeah)

Rich, rich (rich)

Cash Carti, bitch (bitch)

Rich, bitch (hold on)

Got a rich clique (hold on)

I'm suckin' on the clit (hold on)

She suckin' on the dick (yeah)

Give that hoe a tip (yeah)

Told her, "Buy some kicks" (kicks)

Ooh, then I brush my teeth (what?)

Hop up in the whip

Glocky in the whip (skrrt)

Glocky in the whip (yeah)

And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thotty

She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (stop me)

I'm ridin' in a Masi (what? Masi)

This ain't even my Masi (nah)

Hope that's not your thotty (what?)

Your bitch look like a auntie (what?)

Walked in with Ashanti (what?)

Damn, that look like 'Shanti (what?)

Damn, that look like Carti (yeah-yeah)

I think that be Yung Carti

Heard he spent a hundred on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy (phew, what? Woah, woah)

In New York I Milly Rock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (what? What?)

Running from an opp (what? What?)

And I shoot at opp (what? What?) uh, uh (phew)

And I'm on the block (phew) uh, uh (hello?)

And I'm on the block (what?)

In New York I Milly Rock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (sock)

Selling that rerock (rerock)

What? What? (What?)

What? Uh, what?

In New York I Milly Rock (what?)

Hide it in my sock (what?)

Use to sell rerock, uh

Runnin' from the cops, uh

Shootin' at these opps

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yo (yeah) Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man

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And the gag is...she's the one with the rank coochie. Just posted on ig about being at the doctor wondering how she got the cooties. The jury is still out on that one...cause the bih is dirty. AF. Allegedly. (According to her).

That STD line didn't help.

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