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of the big city {h.j.} | track 2

©March 2023, February 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 6.9k

Synopsis: The one where uni starts and you meet some interesting people.

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Note: The next chapters are gonna be much shorter, I promise. The overwork is going smoothly so far, I have the next chapter ready and will probably post beginning of next week. I also wrote two whole new chapters this week which I'm very proud of. I really hope I can finish this story this time around :)

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“Baby? Do you have some paper for me?”

With an annoyed eye roll you ripped a page from your new notebook, smoothing over the edges of the torn binder. You pushed the single page over towards him with reluctance.

“You forgot your notebook on the first day already?”

And to think notebooks and pens were the main reason you had gone to the store yesterday.

“Don’t blame me. You know I’m not a morning person. And you didn’t want to wake me up with sex, so...” The smugness in his voice made you wonder if he actually thought he had won this discussion. You raised your eyebrows at him, hinting at the thinness the metaphorical ice on which he was walking.

You usually didn’t get annoyed that easy. If you had, your relationship sure as hell wouldn’t have lasted this long. The reason: Jisung and his lack of understanding social cues. To take the hint and not bother you any further when you were already frustrated, all it took was a look.

Although he wasn’t the reason for your irritation today. Or at least not the sole one.

It was the first day of university, so naturally, you were a little on edge. Whatever happened from this day on would decide over the paths your life took in the future. It was a step you had waited so long to take but dreaded all the same. Jisung, as your loving boyfriend, should have known how much this meant to you.

Sometimes, you speculated if he did it on purpose. Rile you up when you were anxious to give you something to put your focus on instead. His intentions might have been sweet, but this wasn’t taking any tension off your shoulders. Jisung forgetting his notebook and blaming you for it, even as a joke, could have likely been the last straw.

“Baby?” As you looked back at him, you noticed his cute pout. It was almost cute enough to make you forget what you had been so annoyed about a minute earlier. “Do you also have a spare pen? And some highlighters would be nice, too.”

Shaking your head at Jisung, you let out a snort. So he hadn’t forgotten just his notebook, but his pen and highlighter too? Got it. Very unwillingly, you handed him the items. You thankfully always had a spear set in case of emergency. Or, in this case, your boyfriend’s scatterbrain you had been dealing with for many years already.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He blew you a playful kiss, thanking you for your service. “Don’t let this become a habit. I’m not piggybacking you through university as I did in High School. Understood?”

As much as you loved him, Jisung had his fair share of annoyances. Like his living-in-the-moment type of attitude. A contrast to your thoroughly organised persona, you usually appreciated your differences. Without his Yin, your Yang wouldn’t shine as bright and vice versa.

That still didn’t change that you wouldn’t be his personal secretary this time around.

Jisung was old enough to care for himself and not rely on his girlfriend for every one of his needs. Whether it was some paper and pens, your skillfully crafted cue cards, or an all-nighter before one of his final exams. How ever you had talked him into studying for that one anyways.

“I love you, too.”

If he only weren’t so damn cute.

Out of pure principle you ignored his comment with an unintentional snicker. You continued your draft outline on your first notebook page—your attempt of getting a head start on future lecture notes—thus almost missing the voice chatting up Jisung.

“I’m taking you won’t be sleeping in the dorm a lot, will you?”

The depth of the second voice made you look up from your notebook. As the light shone into the room from behind the boy, it almost blinded you. Once your eyes got used to the brightness, you could finally make out a lean figure. He set a reusable coffee cup on the desk next to Jisung before sliding onto the wooden chair.

The boy was clad in comfortable attire, loose hanging jeans paired with a simple t-shirt. His long, blonde hair messily framed his face, a green beanie rounding off his skater-boy look. Something told you he had more to himself than what his cover showed. The several silver rings on his fingers could have been the reason for your suspicion. Or it was how he carried himself—a perfect line leading from his soles to the tip of his head. In exact contradiction to your boyfriend’s slouching posture.

“Morning to you too, sunshine.” The smirk in Jisung’s tone indicated his playfulness and a sense of closeness. “Why do you care? You’re not in love with me, are you?”

“No,” the boy scoffed, his bag placed neatly under the table. “I just wondered if I can stop waiting up for you or if I will have to identify your corpse at some point.”

Looking past Jisung, the boy noticed your presence, sending you a heart-warming smile. The freckles all over his nose and cheeks juxtaposed the darkness of his voice and over-all looks. Something about his aura relaxed you, his company drenching his atmosphere in happiness.

“Hi, I’m Felix!”

“I’m Y/N. I’m Jisung’s-”

“Girlfriend. Yeah, I know. He talks about you a lot.”

Jisung leaned in closer to you, though he kept his voice at the same volume, “Be careful, baby. He’s very much in love with me already. I might leave you for him.”

“You can have him.” You leaned past your boyfriend, directly addressing Felix. “But make sure to always have a spare pen and paper. And also a spare pair of pants.” The scene from earlier this morning came back to mind, a teasing look creeping onto your face. “He might say he can care for himself, but he will wear your leggings and pink baby-girl crop top when there’s no alternative.”

“Good to know,” Felix replied with a deep chuckle, amused by the picture you had painted. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, showing off his ears and all the piercings. Okay, so, definitely not a skater-boy-type.

“You might be joking now.” Jisung threw a know-all look in your direction. “But you won’t be laughing when I wear your fishnets to your grandpa’s next birthday.”

“Don’t you dare put on my fishnets! They were expensive.”

“That’s alright. We’re about the same size, so he can wear mine.” Felix’s words came unexpected and not even Jisung couldn’t conceal his amusement.

“Great, there’s two of you now. Is it too late to drop out?”

In all the years you had known him, Jisung rarely ever made friends this easy. Not even a week on campus, and he had gotten close enough to Felix to joke in his usual manner. How they had even gotten this close when Jisung had spent most of the day at your place was a mystery to you. Still, the little time they had spent together was enough to have discovered a mutual hobby—catching Pokémon. As they argued over who had found the rarest creature, you picked up your previous task. Though that didn’t stop your joy in finding that Jisung had made a friend. And a nice one at that.

You felt guilty for even thinking it, but Jisung had never been particularly good at making friends. Not before meeting you and not afterwards either.

Most of all, you blamed the lack of a ‘do not say’-filter in his conversational skills. His openness posed an obstacle to making new acquaintances—or at least it had many times before. After years of getting side-eyed or complained about, he had stopped talking to new people all together. Like he already expected the sole attempt to make connection to backfire. The few relationships he had formed despite his shyness had been pure luck. And your very own relationship only existed due to your perseverance.

That Jisung had already befriended Felix, at least as much as possible in three days, put you in a bright mood. One of your biggest fears about moving was your boyfriend rooming with someone he didn’t get along with. With someone as talkative and easily compatible as Felix, Jisung would likely not be clinging to you as much. Which wouldn’t have been the worst scenario, but still.

With every passing minute the lecture hall filled more. When something sharp scratched your shin, your head finally snapped towards one of the new-comers. A blonde girl had sat down next to you, and you found the culprit when you noticed her pink heels.

“Oh my God. Did I hit you? I’m so sorry.” Her hand came to her mouth in shock as she apologised a couple of times. You rubbed over the sensitive skin which was already bruising from when you had hit that crate of boxes yesterday. Talk about unfortunate accidents. You pushed the urge to groan at the pain down, forcing a smile onto your face instead. “It’s those dang heels. I knew I should have worn the sneakers today.”

“It’s fine. Surprised me, that’s all.” Embarrassment reached over her cheeks to her ears, a frown painting her face. “No worries.”

For a few seconds she hesitated but finally accepted your willingness to let it go. Out of the corner of your eye, you followed her as she unloaded the contents of her purse. She pulled out a torn notepad and a vintage-leather pencil case, which must have seen better days. She reached back into her designer bag, face distraught as her search came up empty.

She tried grabbing the attention of two boys on her right side, tied deep into their conversation. When she eventually realised she had no other option, her gaze tiptoed towards you. “Sorry to bother you again.” Teeth nibbling at her lip, she forced herself to get over her embarrassing mistake seconds earlier. “Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Even if your shin had hurt worse, you would have still helped her out. With a genuine smile, you nodded, searching your pencil case and then your bag.

“I wanted to grab one before leaving my room, but I noticed a stain on my shirt and needed to change it. So, I forgot about the pen,” the girl recounted her morning ventures. “I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” you assured her. Your smile turned to an apologetic scowl once you realised you couldn’t help her out after all. “I’m sorry. I always carry at least one extra pen, but scatterbrain next to me left his head in bed this morning.”

“You talking ‘bout me?”

Jisung, who you hadn’t expected to react to the mention of his unflattering nickname, turned to you.

“Hey, Felix,” you called the boy two seats from yours, ignoring your boyfriend. “Do you happen to have a spare pen?”

“Sure. I always carry an extra one in case.”

“Interesting. So, some people do use their heads before leaving the house.” It was a reproachful remark addressed to Jisung and his forgetfulness, and he caught the meaning.

“Some people do use their heads before leaving the house,” he scrunched his nose, teasing you by mimicking your voice and repeating your previous words as you snickered. Your perfect boyfriend, everyone.

Felix handed the pen from his jacket past you, the girl accepting it with a thankful smile.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“I usually go by Felix. But lifesaver is good, too.”

The girl giggled, before introducing herself, “I’m Yuqi. I live in the student housing off campus. You know, the ones next to that coffee shop with the green doors. It’s open 24/7. Genius marketing move, right?” Biting her lip after that info dump, you noticed her nose doing a little scrunch. “Sorry. I talk a lot.”

“I haven’t noticed,” Jisung joked, your elbow gracing his rib at his sarcasm. You wondered if there would ever come a day you didn’t have to act as his personalised filter.

“Don’t listen to the idiot next to me,” you declared, “I find it charming.”

“Me, too,” Felix agreed, and Yuqi relaxed. It told you that she usually didn’t get that reaction when spraying words like a waterfall.

“I live in the same building.”

Excitement took over her features. “What? No way! Which room?”

“B4.”

Yuqi shrieked, her hand touching your arm, “I’m B12! That makes us floormates.”

“I guess it does.” Yuqi was the first person you met who lived in the same building that wasn’t your roommate or her girlfriend. “I’m Y/N. And this,” you thumbed back at your boyfriend, “this is Jisung.”

“Hi,” he greeted her with an awkward wave.

“Nice to meet you all.”

With that, Yuqi picked up her purse, pulling out an old folder. Well, it appeared to be rather new, but the edges were already torn, some of the plastic cover coming off the corners. The latter especially gave you an ick, and you forcefully pushed down the urge to smooth over them. You could handle some chaos, even if this was a lot.

Good thing, Yuqi spoke up again, giving something different to concentrate on.

“What’s your major?”

“I’m doing Business Admin.” Before you could return the question, Yuqi already reacted, hand touching your biceps in excitement.

“No freakin’ way! I’m in Marketing.” The delight in her voice was addictive as you couldn’t help a grin pulling on your lips. “See, I even wore the perfect outfit for our first lecture later today.”

Yuqi leaned back, giving you a better look at her clothing.

She was in a pair of white jeans, a rosé-coloured blouse adorning the upper half of her lean figure. A single, thin gold necklace decorated her neckline, fitting the two golden earrings. The one thing that stood out in that well-rounded outfit was her other earrings. About a dozen of them decorated both ears from the dainty top to the slim bottom. To round the fit off, she wore a pair of light-pink high heels. The very same that had already made acquaintance with your shin.

“Pretty, right?”

“Very girlboss,” you agreed in earnest. Your own clothes contrasted her colourful optics, made up of mostly black items.

“I’m so glad I’m not the only girl in the classes.” There was a hint of playful disgust in her statement, making you chuckle. “All the other people I met who are in Business were boys. Not that boys are bad or anything. I love boys. But they can be—a lot.”

“I get it. I lived with three boys back home. Well, technically, my dad is a man,” you air-quoted, “but where’s the difference, right?” Yuqi chuckled. “It’s nice to have a girl around every once in a while.”

Yuqi reached for her coffee cup as her gaze wandered to the grey haired middle-aged man who entered the room. He walked up to the desk at the end of the hall, his briefcase landing on the table with a loud thud.

With that, you straightened up, pen in hand and ready to take notes the second your prof opened his mouth.

05:23 PM: Hey, are you studying in the dorm tonight?—Y/N 05:25 PM: No. The place is all yours :)—Hwasa 05:25 PM: Is lover boy coming over again ;)—Hwasa 05:26 PM: He’s hanging out with his roommate tonight... Bonding. I’m thinking about inviting a friend over. I met her at orientation earlier this week—Y/N 05:27 PM: Sounds fun—Hwasa 05:27 PM: Anything special planned?—Hwasa 05:27 PM: Not yet. Maybe eat something and a movie? Explore the city?—Y/N 05:28 PM: You wanna explore this bar Joey’s? I’m meeting some friends there later. Happy Hour starts at 8—Hwasa 05:29 PM: You sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude—Y/N 05:29 PM: I told you I’d be taking you out one of these days—Hwasa 05:30 PM: Texting you the address right now!—Hwasa

Stepping through the dark wooden doors, a wall of warmth hit you like a thick blanket.

It had gotten colder the past few days, fall beginning to hit the city. You took off your scarf, looking around the place in search of the familiar, pretty face.

This place seemed to be the city’s hotspot, every table packed to full capacity. Red velveteen clad the round tables right by the entrance, the seating options becoming wider once you reached the back. Couches fanned out in random patterns all over the dark oak floor. The furniture’s vintage finish further accented the brown parquet.

You felt like you had stepped straight into a movie scene.

The wave of a dainty hand over the crowd’s heads caught your attention as you spotted your roommate in the back. You grabbed Yuqi by the hem of her sleeve, dragging her behind you as you made your way to the group of girls with a smile.

“Hello,” you greeted the table once you had gotten close enough for them to see you.

Hwasa hugged you in bliss, almost tipping over the drink in front of her, “Hi! I’m so glad you could make it.” As she noticed Yuqi, she pulled her in for another warm embrace, “Nice to meet you! I’m Hwasa.”

“Yuqi,” your friend replied, joy written on her face at the enthusiastic welcome.

Knowing Hwasa and her usual calm persona, you knew she must have already taken full advantage of Happy Hour.

“Nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself to the two unfamiliar faces, sending Wheein a quick nod as she met it with a smile.

The two girls with your roommate and her girlfriend couldn’t have been much older than them. The first had straight black hair reaching the bottom of her back, at least from what you could tell. The other sported a short grey bob. It highlighted her sharp jaw in what you could only describe as a tomboy-ish look. Like Wheein and Hwasa, they were beautiful and made you somewhat self-conscious. You shouldn’t have come here unprepared, or put on mascara, at least.

First to introduce herself was the black-haired girl, her smile almost blinding you. “Hi, I’m Solar.”

An extraordinary name for an extraordinary beautiful person. Fitting. In your mind, there was no doubt she made people of any gender fall in love with her the moment she stepped into a room. Her calm, almost carefree aura was truly something else.

“And I’m Byul.” She was just as pretty, though in a less traditional sense. A boyish charm surrounded her, though her blazer hinted at a seriousness to her person. She looked—important.

You introduced yourself and Yuqi, pulling out the two remaining chairs. They must have fought off several people to reserve these. “Are you students, too?”

“We used to be,” Solar explained as she emptied her tulip-coloured drink.

The girls seemed to have stocked up on various drinks; more glasses than people were at the table. If the drinks were half as good as they looked, you’d be in for a long night.

“We graduated last year,” the black-haired beauty continued, bumping shoulders with Hwasa. “I used to be Hwasa’s roommate, actually.”

“I didn’t even notice!” Hwasa giggled, thus proving your assumption about the amount of alcohol consumed before your arrival. “She’s my ex, and you’re my next.”

You chuckled in amusement, reaching for the menu at the edge of the table. The faux leather was soft beneath your fingertips as you skimmed over the Happy Hour options. When your eyes landed on your favourite drink, a smile spread on your lips as you handed the menu over to Yuqi.

“They have Long Island Ice Tea in three different flavours?” Yuqi exclaimed, the scenic buzz of this place rubbing off on her. Not that she wasn’t this emotional about almost anything. “Would it be very immature to try them all tonight?”

“Not at all. I am browsing through the new offers myself. We can get drunk together.”

Not a fair fight. Hwasa had already gotten a head start.

You called over the waiter by raising your hand, and he headed for your table not a minute later. He raised an unintentional eyebrow at the consumption level—One Mojito, three Long Island Ice Teas and another Piña Colada and Gin Tonic. Even so, the boy sent you a smile, spinning around and wandering back to the bar.

Once he was gone, Hwasa swiftly emptied her previous drink. All it took was one strong sip through her straw, and the Tonic and ice was gone. The coldness reached her brain soon after, prompting her eyes to grow wider—like those of a comic-book figure.

“Babe, you should slow down,” Wheein suggested with a chuckle. But her girlfriend waved her off.

“I’m fine. Also, I don’t have any courses tomorrow, so I have the whole day to sleep off that hangover I’ll be having.”

“Great. I’ll remind you when you’re hugging the toilet seat later.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Mhm.” Wheein didn’t seem uber-convinced Hwasa would keep her promise but let it go anyways.

As the girls went back to their previous conversation, you tried your best to follow them.

You understood that Solar was passed over for a big promotion at her job and that she was convinced, her boss was sleeping with her opponent.

“What do you do for work?” Yuqi’s question took the words right out of your mouth.

“I am an assistant buyer at a small fashion label,” Solar explained, making you look at Hwasa in surprise.

“Don’t you also study fashion?” Taking a sip from her already empty glass, she nodded in silence. You frowned when you noticed her uncomfortable look at Wheein following your words. There must have been some form of backstory, and the last thing you wanted was to make things awkward. Instead you attempted correcting your mistake. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

Passing a few glances around the table, Byul finally spoke up. “Our cutie Hwasa here used to study Chemistry full-time. She developed a small crush on Solar in her second year, so, she changed majors to spend more time with her.”

It took a moment to dawn on you why Wheein and Hwasa had reacted the way they did.

“Yes, but I hadn’t met my love then.” Hwasa bobbed her girlfriend’s nose, pouting to cheer her up. After a few seconds, Wheein couldn’t stop her frown from turning into a giggle. They were just the cutest.

“You’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”

“Drunk of love!”

“I stand corrected. You’re absolutely hammered.”

Playfully nudging her girlfriend, Wheein relaxed, emptying her own drink. Non-alcoholic, from what you had gathered.

“Anyways, since Solar is into boys only—”

“Men,” Solar interrupted her friend with a sigh. “I stopped dating boys a long time ago. They never know where to put things.”

“Sorry, since Solar is into men only,” Byul corrected, her eyes meeting yours again, “that didn’t work out. Now Hwasa is stuck with fashion. She met Wheein not too long after.”

“That’s right!”

The enthusiasm in her reaction made Hwasa finally tip over her glass. The melted ice cubes went all over the table, the cool liquid running down the sides. Some of it landed on your jeans, so while Hwasa apologised profusely, you called over the waiter a second time in five minutes.

A moment later, the young man rushed over with your drinks, handing you a towel to dry yourself. It didn’t go by you that his gaze focused on you for a few extra beats, but you ignored it. Your returned the now moist towel with kindness and he left with a light blush.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.” Solar’s caught your attention by the touch of her hand as she nodded towards the waiter.

“Notice what?”

“That the waiter was flirting with you,” she explained, looking around the table. “You noticed too, didn’t you?”

Byul agreed, “Sure did.”

“You’re not one of those girls who are, like, super slow on cues, right?” You chuckled at her question, shaking your head.

“No, I noticed, too.”

The confusion on the beauty’s face made you chuckle a little. “So what, then? He’s cute. Get his number.”

“Nah, I’m good.” You waived her off, taking a sip from your fresh drink. The rum burned down your throat, the lime juice and sugar adding a bittersweet taste to it. “Also, I don’t think my boyfriend would be particularly happy with me asking other men for their number.”

If everyone’s focus hadn’t been on you already, it sure was now.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Very much so, yes.”

Solar seemed surprised by the information.

“Is it serious? I mean, you obviously shouldn’t cheat on him. But you are at university. If you don’t explore and get to know yourself now, when will you get another chance?”

You took another sip to ease the discomfort from being the center of attention. Not exactly where you usually were. “We’ve been together for five years. I’d say that’s pretty serious.” That did the trick, her mouth now agape in shock. She leaned in closer to you, cradling her chin in her palm.

“Five years? So, you’re High School Sweet Hearts?”

“Middle School, actually.”

“Is he any hot?” Yuqi interrupted, also leaning in further. How your relationship had become the talk of the whole table had gone right by you.

“What do you mean? You met him at orientation. He sat right next to me.”

“No way! That’s your boyfriend?” You hummed, agreeing. “But you called him dumbass like 5 times in one hour.”

“I did, but it’s more a term of endearment. I call Jisung dumbass; he calls me stupid. It’s a whole thing.”

As soon as you had cleared that up, Solar was back at it, hitting you with question after question.

“Wait, but like, for real. You’ve never been with anyone else since Middle School?”

You shook your head, correcting her statement. “I’ve never been with anyone else ever.”

Usually, you never talked about yourself and your relationship this much. You were rather private in that sense, though, you also understood their curiosity. It wasn’t every day that you met someone who had been with the same person since they were 14. You understood the length of your relationship was uncommon for someone your age.

“So, he’s your first boyfriend?”

“Yup.”

“So, you never kissed anyone else? Had sex with anyone else?” Byul further interrogated, now also fully invested in your love life. That you had only met the girls maybe 20 minutes ago seemed irrelevant. Not like you hadn’t seen that question coming sooner or later.

You agreed with a nod. “I never wanted anyone else.”

“How do you even maintain a relationship for that long?” Yuqi budded in again, her focus different from the older women’s. “My longest relationship lasted 4 months, and then I got tired of him.” For some reason, her statement made so much sense to you. Yuqi definitely needed constant excitement to fill her heart. “What’s your secret.”

You thought about it before answering shortly, “Shared trauma, maybe?” When no one laughed at your words, you backtracked. Your honesty might have been too much for them after all. “That was a joke. Obviously. We have a lot in common and went through similar stuff in life.”

It became quiet for a few seconds, though you sensed that Solar was holding back. Whatever she might have had dancing on the tip of her tongue, she took her sweet time wording it in her pretty head.

“Please, don’t take this the wrong way.” Always a great way to start a sentence. “If the shoe fits, tie that bitch up. But you’re in college now. This is your time to explore your interests—your options. No one comes out of college the way they go in. It’s a life-changing experience.”

“So, I should cheat on my boyfriend, is what you’re saying?” You started getting a little defensive now that your love life appeared to be under attack. All the attention got uncomfortable as much as you understood where it was coming from.

“That’s not what I was saying at all.” Some of the tension fell from your shoulders. “I’m saying people change. So, don’t be surprised if your boyfriend and you don’t work out.” Still not the direction you wanted this conversation to go. But Solar continued anyway. “Take Byul, for example.”

Solar leaned back, her hand coming to her friend’s shoulder.

“Byul started college, wanting to become a lawyer.” Byul nodded, agreeing. Her blazer somehow made more sense now. “She finished her degree and opened her own music production studio not two months later. And Hwasa—” With that, Solar went on to your roommate, who threw her a playful wink. “The first year of college, she cycled between so many partners, we were certain, she’d end up pregnant or with an STD. And look at her now.”

From how lovingly Hwasa was gazing at Wheein, there was no doubt in your mind that she had happily moved on from those days.

“And when Wheein started college,” Solar continued her list, “she was straight as a ruler. Do you see what I’m saying?”

“I do.”

And it was the truth. You understood that most people used college to find their path in life. The women around you were the best example for it. All four of them had found their place in the world, who they wanted to be, through university. You didn’t doubt that whatever had happened to them was necessary for them to grow into the women they were today.

At the same time, you knew your life better than anyone else at this table. You remembered every little thing you had gone through together, with Jisung. You understood how his mind worked. What he struggled with and how to get him through it emotionally—you had witnessed most of it with your own eyes.

And there was nothing one-sided about it either. There was no doubt in your mind that the same went for Jisung. He knew you like the palm of his hand—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m still very sure we are not gonna break up.”

“I hope you don’t.” Yuqi finally came to your rescue, cutting the tensive atmosphere. “He’s adorable.”

Thankfully, Solar accepted it as the end of story. She sat back as Yuqi diverted the conversation from you to Byul, asking her about her work at the studio. You calmed down as the centre of attention drew from you and towards the ins and outs of the music industry. When Hwasa playfully bumped her shoulder into yours, you looked up at her. A teasing wink showcased her support and affection. And probably her drunkenness.

“Sorry about her. Solar can be very straightforward, but she has a good soul. She’s a realist, and very openly so.”

“It’s alright,” you told her, taking your glass and a huge sip of your Mojito. “I know most relationships at our age don’t last. But we’re solid as a rock. It’d need a tsunami to separate us.”

You hoped the rest of the night would go a little less awkward than this. Though, as the alcohol ultimately entered your system, you soon forgot about the whole conversation.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

A second later Hwasa bent over the nearest bush.

“What happened?”

“She got sick,” you explained the situation as you used your hair tie to fixate Hwasa’s long locks behind her neck. “You good?”

Hwasa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and nodded as she stumbled towards the housing entrance. Wheein supported her other side, the two of you exchanging concerned looks.

“Is she gonna be alright?”

“I think so. It usually takes a glass of water and an aspirin, and she’ll be back to her old self.” You didn’t doubt Wheein knew how her girlfriend usually handled alcohol. “I’m gonna take her to my room to make sure. It’s closer to the bathroom, and I don’t have a roommate she could disturb.”

“You have a single room?” Yuqi questioned in surprise. Her enthusiasm after midnight was still higher than yours had been all evening. “Man, I should become dorm supervisor next year.”

“It has its perks.”

Yuqi took over once you had reached your room, holding up Hwasa so they could lead her to her girlfriend’s room.

“Good night. Call me if you need help,” you told Wheein, who nodded thankfully.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” After Yuqi had bidden her goodbye, you turned to your door, entering the four-digit code to unlock it.

Once inside, you rid yourself of your shoes, turning the lights on as you set your bag down by your dresser.

A groan came from your bed, making you jump and stumble back against the wooden cupboard. Your blanket moved at the disturbance, a bulge the size of a grown person appearing underneath it. It took a mop of familiar brown hair to calm you as you realise that not an intruder had overtaken your bed.

“Dang it! Jisung, you creep! You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Noticing the tired haze in his eyes, you strolled over to him. You slid next to his torso as your hand reached for his chubby cheek, grazing his skin. It woke him up, your action met with a sigh and his head leaning comfortably against your palm.

Under the blanket, you noticed his shirt, which didn’t even begin to cover his bulging biceps. It took you a moment to recognise why it didn’t fit him like his other clothes usually did.

“Are you wearing my crop top again?” Amusement laced your tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You almost didn’t understand him, his vague mumbling blurrier than typical. He must have been asleep for a while.

“What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with Felix tonight.” You took out your earrings, neatly placing them on the small nightstand by your bed. “What happened to bonding with your roomie?”

“We hung out for four hours,” he explained with a yawn. “Then I came over because I missed you.”

Running your hand down the side of his face, he grabbed it as soon as he could reach it. He brought it to his lips to give your skin a quick peck.

“Now, come to bed, so we can sleep.”

“I need to get changed and brush my teeth first.”

“I can help you get out of your clothes. And I don’t care if your breath stinks.”

“I care.” You got off your bed to rush through your evening routine so you could fall into your love’s arms already. Yet, your intentions were rudely interrupted. “What the heck!”

Before you could take a step, Jisung’s arm snapped out from beneath your blanket, pulling you back. You couldn’t react fast enough as he dragged you into a lying position next to him, still fully clothed.

“See? I don’t care.”

“What about the light?”

Lifting his head off your pillow, he grabbed the tissue box from your nightstand and tossed it at the light switch. You didn’t know when he had suddenly learned to aim, but it hit smack-bang in the middle, shutting off all the light in your room.

“I gotta admit, that was impressive.”

“Now, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

You giggled as he effortlessly opened the button and zipper of your pants and dragged them down your legs. He tossed them towards the end of the bed, to be dealt with tomorrow. Next was your top, which he swiftly brought over your head, throwing it to join the rest of your clothes.

“If you only cleaned as quick as you undress me.”

“Everybody has their own forté.” You snickered at his words, closing the gap between you. “I could also be way quicker than that. We haven’t had sex in a week. Right now, your clothes are my nemesis.”

The heat of his body caught you in a warm hug, “A week already, huh?”

“8 days and 7 hours, to be exact. But who’s counting?” His arm came around you, scooting you closer so your back pressed flat against his chest.

“You wanna reset that clock?”

“Nah,” he brushed your suggestion off. “I’m way too tired to have sex right now.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“About that.” His hot breath fanned over your neck. “I know it’s date night, but there’s this party I was invited to. I thought we could go to that instead.”

“A party?” It was the first week of university. How had your introverted boyfriend already been invited to a party? You should have probably seen the answer coming. “Whose?”

“I think you know.”

Of course, you knew. How could you not when his parties had been legendary even back in the day? Though, until now, you had suppressed his present at this campus all together. His being the one who shalln’t be named.

You thought about Jisung’s suggestion for a second.

Sure, a party would intervene with your bi-weekly date night. And, on top of that, it was organised by someone, you didn’t know how to approach after everything that had gone down. But this was university, after all. And, as Solar had said before: University is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. So, why the heck shouldn’t you go to a party?

“So? What do you say?”

“Fine.” Jisung’s previously unbothered expression turned into a smile as he grazed his lips to your neck. “Just... Don’t tell your sister we’re going. I’m not sure she would appreciate us hanging out with her ex.”

“Lying to my sister? Who are you, and what did you do to my girlfriend?” A yawn hit your ear, your face scrunching at the unwanted ASMR session. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

As Jisung slipped into a deep slumber, your mind raced through the events of your day. It usually did at the end of the day, your mind too tired to do anything productive but too awake to rest. The silence around you allowed you to remember an earlier text message you never got to answer.

Pulling your arm out of your boyfriend’s iron hold on your body, you reached for your phone on the nightstand.

Your dad had sent you a voice message about three hours earlier when you had still been at the bar. You pushed the play button and brought the phone to your ear to not disturb Jisung’s beauty sleep. By all means, he needed it. Or so he said.

“Hi, honey. It’s dad. I hope you had a lovely day and aren’t studying too hard already.” You smiled at his words, knowing it was one of his biggest hopes for you to get some time to yourself. “Remember what I told you when you left? Live a little!” A pause as he was seemingly picking up something from the ground. “I just wanted to ask when you were coming home Friday. I’m planning brunch with you two and Jia, so if you could be here by noon, that’d be great.”

Friday was the day after tomorrow. You hadn’t forgotten you’d be going back home for the weekend, but you sure hoped the party tomorrow wouldn’t keep you up all night. If you had to be home by noon, you’d have to leave campus by ten. And after a party, like you expected this one to be, you prayed you and a certain someone wouldn’t be too hungover.

“Anyways, sleep tight, and have a lovely night. We miss you!”

A second voice appeared in the background, not too far from your father’s, and your heart skipped a happy beat. The words were harder to make out as he was munching on an apple, cereal, or something else crunchy.

Still, there wouldn’t come a day you wouldn’t understand his babbling.

“Come home soon, please! Mhpf—I miss you, mommy.”

With a loving smile plastered on your face, you replied with a heart emoji. After such a perfect goodnight-messaged, you’d be sleeping like a stone tonight.

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An emotional thought, but what about Nepo Baby and Eddie accidentally missing an important event. Usually they’re on top of it, making sure they get to everything they can for the girls. But today was falling apart, from Seph ripping her jeans, Kensie getting in a fight with Sienna, Sicily accidentally running out of gas on the side of the road and Vega coloring on her walls, Eddie and Nepo are on their last straw. When they sit down to eat, Seph comes in and asks why they’re at dinner and they’re confused. With her chronic older sister syndrome, she tells them they forgot about Zarah’s science fair.

They run as fast as they can to the school, but a teacher cleaning up says she did excellent and she won first place. The teacher has to also has to give her the printed photos of her acceptance and, sadly, gives her the parent-student copy that has her with her best friend and their parents in it. The teacher says she was very nonchalant and said it’s okay and that her sisters probably had something, that it’s not a surprise and is getting dinner with their family.

They go to the car, feeling so bad that the one time Zarah wanted them there, they weren’t. Not only did she win and they didn’t get to see or support her, she said she wasn’t surprised. It’s hurts even more knowing that she didn’t mean it maliciously, she is just so easy going.

Zarah gets home and they’re immediately apologizing, but she’s so understanding, saying it’s okay. As much as the other girls lashing outs drive them crazy, this is one time they wish Zarah would just scream in their face. They make sure to take her on a special trip with just her, doing whatever she’d like to do and also have her redo her award winning project for the family.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

fine. you started this non, but I'm going to make it worse. hope you guys like SOBBING!

so it wasn't a science fair, it's a recital. a musical, talent show type recital. she'd been practicing with eddie for weeks, he'd been showing her how to play the guitar, then she'd go practice in private. she wanted the song she performed to be a secret, a surprise.

you had it marked on your calendar for weeks. made sure your assistant knew, your parents, everyone. you were so proud of zarah and so excited.

then came the week from hell.

your assistant got the flu. you and eddie had to balance swapping off the kids, and it was a fucking nightmare.

sienna and kensie decided this would be the week that they went to war with each other about a fucking pair of shoes, and who was the rightful owner.

persephone was in nyc for business for her new brand, sicily ran out of gas on the side of the road and got hounded by paparazzi. you told kensie to drop zarah off, kissing her head and telling her you'd see her later, looking over the fact that she was dressed up and bouncing on her toes. it slipped your mind today was the recital.

eddie didn't come back with sicily until hours later, on edge and fuming. the paps, the tow truck, the type that he told sicily to fucking get gas before she left. you weren't much better. you'd had to break up the fight between kensington and sienna, taking the shoes and throwing them in the trash. while you were dealing with that, vega decided that she needed to unleash her artistic talents on the world... in the form of scribbling all over the walls.

you were near tears, beyond frustrated, tension so high by the time eddie got home. vega wailing loudly in the corner, sicily stomping up stairs, and eddie already reaching for another cigarette at the piercing sound of vega's loud, exaggerated cries.

the phone rang, shrill and cutting through the house. you huffed, halting your scrubbing to glare at eddie. "can you get that?" you grit, glaring at him.

he huffed, looking at the phone on the receiver. "it's your mother." he snapped with an eye roll.

you scrubbed the wall again with the magic eraser sponge, sure your manicure was ruined- you could add that to the list of things you would need to get done. "just ignore it. I'll call her later."

then it rang again. this time, she left a message.

"button, where are you at?" her hushed, nasally tone cut through the machine, background music loud even over the phone. "zarah is about to go on. daddy is with her back stage but she's asking for eddie. please tell me you're almost here. honestly, this is so mortifying."

you gasped, the sound tearing from your lungs. "oh my god." you held your hands over your mouth, heart plummeting while you looked at eddie.

"shit, shit, shit. let's go! now! everybody! down here right now! let's go!" eddie boomed up the stairs, snatching his keys then scrambling to scoop vega up from the chair in the corner. she fought against him, still upset at being put into the dreaded corner, but he ignored her, putting her in her carseat as quickly as he could.

you wrangled the other girls out to the car. "we forgot zarah's recital." you snapped when kensie started to whine about not being dressed. "get in the car now."

they filed in, all equally as quiet- guilty. the car was silent, except for the occasional barking yell from eddie to other cars and vega's whiney sniffles.

you tore into the school like a bat out of hell, eddie's tires screeching when he pulled up to the front of the school, turning on his hazards, before you all bounded up the stairs towards the school's auditorium.

you heard applause as you opened the door, hopeful that zarah was about to go on, that you made it- until you saw your daughter, bowing with the guitar that was all too big for her, scanning the crowd- for you.

your dad stood off the side of the stage, and you could see him hug her in the wings. your heart shattered, a gut punch sickening feeling. he had never been there for anything of yours, late to your graduation, your wedding. yet, they were here when you weren't for your baby- when you forgot. the one thing on earth you swore you'd never do.

eddie looked at you hesitantly, seeing the wobble in your lip before you could even register it. vega was still fussing in kensie's arms, sicily and sienna uncomfortable with the tension.

"take your sister out to the car, alright? just park it and we'll be right there, kens." eddie muttered, pulling you gently down the hall towards backstage.

you pushed yourself through the makeshift dressing room until you saw your father and zarah. "zarah, baby," you called, pushing through the crowds to get to her.

your father's eyes cut to you, cold and unimpressed, but that was nothing compared to the sorrowful, rounded brown eyes of your eleven year old shining at you in defeat. you were sure you were going to be sick now.

"zarah, I am so sorry. we tried to get here and-and it-"

"it's alright." zarah nodded gently, sweetly, like she wanted to comfort you. your heart tore.

"no, it's not. it's not alright, and I am so sorry, baby." you sucked in a deep breath to keep yourself from crying. "did mom record it?" you asked, looking up at your father hopefully.

"no," he seethed coldly, stern and stone glare like he couldn't believe you'd done this, hypocritical at best, but it didn't make you feel any worse. "she though you both would be here."

eddie's fist balled, turning away to compose himself. he hated victor, wanted to scream at him that he had no fucking room to talk, break his jaw for making you feel bad. he was angry, angry at himself for missing this. they'd practiced for weeks, talked about it for weeks. she'd been so excited to surprise the two of you and now... you missed it.

"but-but the school records it, right?" you asked hopefully. "ed, go see if you can ask one of the teacher's if we could get a copy, please. we'll watch it all together, and-and you can perform it for all of us, and-"

"it's ok." zarah mumbled sadly. "there's another one in a few weeks and...maybe you could be at that one and see me?"

you felt your face crumble at the question, the final straw after this entire shit show of a day. your sweet baby, zarah, was already so quiet so calm, shadowed by the loud personalities of her sisters. you and eddie held a fair amount of fear that she would feel overlooked, that any of your girls would feel like you didn't have time for them- like your parents made you feel. you'd been so tedious about making sure you attended everything, spent time with them, equally. all that work was gone now, blown up in your face after one bad day.

eddie placed a hand on your shoulder, soothing and calming, while he crouched in front of zarah. "zar, we'll be there, baby. I'll camp out int he auditorium the night before to get front row seats for you." his chest loosened a little at her lips pulling in the corners, the faintest smile. "we're sorry, zarah. we didn't mean to miss it."

"I know." zarah nodded calmly, understandingly. somehow this wss worse.

you'd kill for her to screech and cry like kensie or vega, to call you the worst mother like sephy, or be furious enough to give the silent treatment like the twins. this was worse somehow, made you feel guiltier and guiltier.

you hugged her close to your chest, muttering apologies into her soft hair, more of a comfort to yourself than anyone else.

your parents glared at you, judging glares at the dinner, while they raved about how great zarah was- how they were there to see it.

eddie watched how you shrunk down, so consumed by guilt, by your own shortcomings and trauma. the girls saw it too, guilty that they'd caused it, that they took away from their sister with their own stupid things. zarah's sad little eyes, even though she tried to brush it off. like she was used to it.

it made eddie's stomach churn.

"excuse me," eddie grumbled, pushing back from the table. "I'll be right back."

you didn't acknowledge it, listening to the praises your parents poured out to zarah, trying not to flinch at every hurled backhanded insult towards you.

eddie stood outside, phone pressed to his ear, finsihing a cigarette. "you name your price, I'll pay it alright." he said easily into the phone. "I don't care. whatever they want. I'll call my manager as soon as I get off with you and I'll have it sent, cashed, a check, whatever."

he came back, seeing your parents still chatting and bragging. "oh, we should take you out for something special, zar. a real treat. you deserve it." the sneer on your mother's face made you feel sick.

"actually. I have a surprise for us." eddie snapped. "if you're up for it, zar."

she nodded softly, eddie's dimpled grin spreading over his cheeks. "great. let's go." he grabbed vega out of her highchair.

"where are we going, ed?" you whispered, eyes cutting to the girls behind you.

"I got it handled." eddie nodded.

"what? got what handled-"

"I've got it handled." eddie nodded, pulling the door open to let the girls file in.

"edward," your mother chirped. "what on earth are you doing?"

"tana, victor, I can't thank you enough for everything today. it means so much. the girls are lucky to have you." eddie said smoothly. "I mean, I'm sure you know how busy things can get as parents. how hard it is to keep up with everything all the time."

tana scoffed. your eyes narrowed. "I hardly think-"

"mom, you didn't even show up to my graduation." you snapped, in a low voice that made her eyes bulge. "and while I do appreciate you being here for zarah, you have no room to judge anyone."

tana blubbered while victor gave you a disapproving look. eddie smirked at you lightly, shutting the car door. "thanks again!" he waved, tearing out of the parking lot.

you were shocked when eddie pulled back into the school, turning to look at your girls. "did you forget something?" you mumbled to him.

"nope." eddie said cooly. "get your stuff. sicily help zarah get her guitar."

"dad, what are we doing?" kensie asked, brows furrowed in confusion at eddie.

the headmaster opened the door, waving at eddie politely. "baby, can you get the girls?" eddie turned to you. "'m gonna help zar tune up."

your face flashed in confusion before softening. "eddie, are you serious?" you muttered. "how did you-"

"martin's got it." eddie nodded cooly. "they don't mind. I promise, but they were nice enough to come back, so ya know. don't take forever." he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"c'mon, zar-zar," eddie held the small guitar case, hand extending for her to take, walking up the stairs.

you weren't sure how eddie managed to do this. how he got the number of the headmaster and convinced him to let you back into the school, set up again so you could see the show. you assumed the addition built on to the library months later was probably a result of it, but it didn't matter.

spotlight on, sound and lighting, and even the headmaster introducing zarah like before- as if she wasn't the only one there.

you sat on the third row, wanting to see her as best you could.

"next, we have zarah munson performing 'slipping through my fingers' a rendition done on the acoustic guitar." the headmaster bowed out, and you all clapped loudly from your seats when she walked across the stage.

she blushed, giving that sweet, shy smile you always cooed at when she sat at her bench. the piano started and she started strumming the guitar, the harmony to the song.

you felt the tears fall, too overwhelmed to wipe them. zarah chose to sing abba's slipping through my fingers, a good song, yes; but it was the song you always sang to her. when she was a baby, a toddler, when she had nightmares, or just when you felt like humming it. especially after her mama mia! obsession, you switched from abba to meryl streep's version, but it was your song for zarah.

she bowed, and the clapping and screaming from the seven of you in the theater rivaled the full audience from before. loud and cheering, whooping while zarah beamed, a warm light coming back to her.

you still felt horrible, guilty, even after the entire thing. the next recital, eddie was true to his fucking word. he was there at eight am. dropped the girls off and sat front row with the crew while they set up.

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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Read something in one of your posts about gluttony demons having lots of teeth for eating purposes. I just wanna compare teeth with Obie.

“Why are all your teeth pointy babe? They don’t look very all purpose. Look at mine,” I start pointing. “I’ve got incisors for shearing, canines for ripping, molars for crushing. One time I peeled an apple with my front teeth.” (Is my flirting doing anything?)

Also that fanfic went up! I tagged you :) it’s on my side blog guilty-pleasure-writings

[Strange, it wasn't showing up when I clicked it on my mentions, I had to manually hunt for it, which is very weird. I swear, every single time I update Tumblr, something goes horribly wrong and it makes me want to kill things.]

Insulting a glutton's ability to eat or shred through things is usually a type of comment that leads to pretty quick fighting. However, thankfully, Obie (like his brothers) is used to the lack of forethought humans have when commenting on a demon's anatomy. Humans just say stupid shit, he learned. So all he does in response is arch a brow.

He snickers and gets all over your mouth without a warning, poking at all of your teeth, rolling his thumbs on the sharpest edges and gliding over the dullest points. It's invasive, you're drooling on his hands and your chin, not that he cares. In fact, the longer he does it, the more he grins.

" This, huh? These little things? " He chuckles. " Look at me. Useless. All of them. Glutton babies have better teeth than that. "

Obie opens his own mouth, gullet stretching much further than it should, showing off those double rows as the teeth within them shift, extending and shrinking into his gums, moving like some sort of freakshow saw.

" Those are real teeth. " He teases, fingers still holding your jaw.

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Marmoris (Chapter Sixteen)

Edited-ish. ~1.4k words

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Kiara rolls her eyes with an annoyed huff as she rips open another bag of chips before tossing them onto the beach blanket next to the three that are already open for everyone to share. You lift an eyebrow as you watch her. “Kie?”

“Forget it,” she mutters while opening a can of soda before taking a sip.

You frown at her from where you lounge against JJ. His body is solid behind yours while you sit between his legs on the blanket. His arms are tightly wrapped around your torso as he layers kisses down your neck or across your face. You feed him or yourself chips from the bag that sits open on your lap.

“You sure?” You ask her while you run your fingers through his hair. “I can’t try to help if I don’t know what is wrong.”

“I’m sure,” she mutters, glancing over her shoulder again. You clue in as she glares at John B and Sarah over her shoulder. Sarah laughs at something John B says while they lounge together a few feet away, closer to the water's edge. You do not miss how John B’s hand brushes Sarah’s. Their hands rest on their beach blanket. Neither does Kiara when her nose scrunches up. It looks bad. You know that, but you also know you are at fault for it, along with the blond that is currently fixated on leaving yet another hickey on your neck.

“Kie,” you sigh, and she turns back to you. A sour look on her face. “They are friends.”

“Right,” she scoffs.

JJ’s chin rests on your shoulder as he watches his best friend for a moment. Kiara refuses to look at him, and you bite your lip to stop the laughter that threatens, because you know JJ will get her to say whatever it is that she is thinking without even trying. “She’s with Topper, Kie.”

“Yep,” you second him. “Top and Sarah have been dating for nearly a year.”

Kiara cringes at the mention of the kook. “Yikes.”

You laugh, and JJ joins you before returning to marking your skin. You huff, patting his thigh, but he ignores your request for him to stop. You blush as he mumbles a promise to mark every inch of you if you keep trying to stop him.

“Would you two just have sex already?” Pope snaps, before taking a bite of his food. Your lips part in shock, skin prickling with heat at his announcement, and JJ chuckles against your skin before he lifts his head to look at Pope. “It’s obvious you two are in love,” Pope starts to ramble, aware of the threatening glare from JJ. “You both can’t keep your hands to yourself, and JJ is practically threatening to devour you!”

You laugh and tip your head to look at JJ, but he is still glaring at Pope.

“Jay,” you whisper, and his chin tips down as he rips his gaze from Pope to you. A small smile hints at his lips when he looks at you. “Do you want to devour me?”

JJ’s lips part at the implication in your question before he scrambles in recovery, clearing his throat. “Baby, you already know that answer.”

“I do,” you admit, blushing hotly, before turning back to Pope. The answer is very much a yes, but he would not do it because you had implemented rule number four. “Why are you so grumpy, Pope?”

“I’m not grumpy,” he feigns, and you roll your eyes.

“Please,” you scoff and feel JJ shift to slip his hand under your t-shirt to touch your waist. He always wants some kind of skin on skin when you are together. His lips no longer make that contact, so now another part of him must do it. “You two,” you point at Kiara and then Pope with your chip. “Are acting like someone either pissed in your cheerios or ran over your dog. So what happened?”

“Wow,” Kiara mutters with a shake of her head. “That went dark.”

“Tell that to your sulking behavior,” you mutter and throw the chip at her. She dodges it successfully. “You’ve been pouting since we showed up.”

“I just don’t think she has good intentions,” she confesses.

Pope pipes in. “And JJ is making me sick.”

You laugh as JJ begins to stand up. “All right, Pope. That’s enough from you. Do you need me to kiss you and make it all better?”

Kiara and you watch as Pope scrambles to his feet and takes off running from JJ, who in turn chases after him with manic laughter. You shift closer to Kie and poke her cheek.

“Talk to me Kie.”

“The group… it’s just…” She shakes her head while fixating on the seashell she is turning over in her hands. “Things are changing.”

“How so?” You ask, pulling your knees up to your chest.

She lifts her head to look at you, and guilt threatens to swallow you at the look on her face. She is worried, and something else you cannot quite put your finger on. “Well, JJ and you…” She shrugs. "I was not ready for that, but you guys seem happy. And I want you both to be happy, you deserve it after everything.” She glances over her shoulder again, and you laugh a little because JJ has finally caught up to Pope, and they fall into the waves together. Pope screaming for help while JJ puckers up to plant a kiss on him. A smile cracks across her face before she turns back to you. “But I’m worried… what if you two don’t work out. Then our group gets split up.”

You frown, reaching across to squeeze her hand. “I get it.”

“And then your sister and John B…” She throws away the wilted blade of beach grass. “I’ve seen what your sister does. Sarah doesn’t always care about the other person.”

“Kie?”

She looks up at you then, tears in her eyes. “I’m trying to forgive her, but what happened really hurt my feelings. I was in a dark place during our freshman year. I was about to give up, and then you both decided to be my friend. You both became my best friends. We did everything together. We saved baby sea turtles, we stole beer from your dad, and we terrorized Rafe.” She laughs at the last one, and you do too. “We talked about boys together. Kasey was your first boyfriend, and I was there for you for everything. First kiss, first time…”

“His death,” you fill in, and she nods, wiping at her cheeks.

“And then I was alone again. You were being held prisoner, and Sarah just moved on as if nothing happened.”

Your gaze drifts to your sister for a moment. Kiara is right, Sarah did just move on as if nothing happened. But you know your twin, and she panics when she becomes too involved with people. The fear she experiences rears its head every time people get too close. After everything with your mom, you do not blame her one bit. You smile sadly before looking at Kiara again. “Maybe you two should talk some more. Tell her how you feel. I’m sure Sarah would like to know.”

“I just don’t want to be alone again,” she mumbles, fidgeting with her bracelets now. “Promise me that I won’t be.”

You glance at JJ as he comes back dripping wet. He settles behind you again. You gasp at the chill of the water from his damp clothes and dripping from his hair when he snuggles you back against him. Kiara sighs, turning away. But you refuse to let this conversation drop, not after seeing how much her worries affect her.

“Kie, wait,” you grab her hand again. “I can’t promise that, but I can promise to try my best to prevent it.”

She grips your hand back with a tentative smile. “Okay.”

“You’re my best friend, and I don’t want anything less.”

“P4L,” JJ grins at you both before Pope plops back down on the blanket.

You giggle with Kiara when you both look at Pope. He is still dripping with water as well. “Feel better?” She asks him.

“Not even a little bit,” he huffs, but you see the smile teasing his lips. “You?”

“A little,” she offers, and you grin at her before glancing at JJ as he reaches over you to grab a can of beer.

(Chapter Seventeen)

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Get To Know Your Tav

Tagged by the lovely @starknstarwars -- thank you! <3 Throwing a tag out to whoever has also been infected with the BG3 brainrot and wants to gush about their babies. ;)

Leeeeet's talk about Deviali Nulys, aka Devi!

What is your tav’s favorite weapon?

Devi's first weapon is her words. She's a smooth talker, and rolls decently high (most of the time) on her persuasion checks! She can usually talk her way out of trouble. Second-favourite weapons are her knives. Her brother Jehn taught her how to fight with daggers when she was eight or so, and she learned to keep a backup pair of knives in her boots/in her inventory for if she ever lost her main weapons.

style of combat?

DIRTY. Devi has no aversions to biting (unless it's a goblin... eww.), kicking, elbowing, ambushing her foes, or throwing sand/mud/warg shit/whatever at her enemies. If it gives her an edge, she'll take it! Considering she's a Smol for a half-Elf, it's easy to push her around or physically overwhelm her -- best to take down her bigger enemies quickly and decisively. She's picked up using a bow over the course of her adventure, so she can shoot with pretty good aim (and loooooves her lightning arrows), but she would rather use her knives.

most prized possession?

Remember those backup daggers Devi keeps in her boots? Those were a gift on her tenth birthday from Jehn -- and after he ran away from home, they were all she had left of him. She would rather cut her ears off than give those up! Her lockpicks have gotten her into (and out of) more than a few tight spots too. She learned how to play the violin as a teenager, but her asshole of a father destroyed her violin that Jehn had stolen for her; she picks up a new violin in Act I, and it's a prized possession now.

deepest desire?

She wants answers for what happened to her mother, who disappeared when she was about five. She has her suspicions, but nothing she can confirm. (She also wants her father and some of his friends to die slowly and painfully.)

And after the events of the game, she wants to personally murder Shar, and to punch Mystra in the face, godhood status be damned.

guilty pleasure?

Trashy bodice-ripping romance stories. She and Shadowheart compare notes regularly. ;) Even if she struggles to read easily, thanks to her childhood lack of education, she puts in the effort for those!

best-kept secret?

Pre-game: She's a SA survivor, and she's got some trauma from that. But she keeps that secret under wraps -- she won't talk about it unless she absolutely has to. (Honestly, this girl needed therapy even before the game.) Post-game: Look, she has no idea who drew a large mustache on every statue of Mystra in the Lower City, but she wishes she could kiss that person on the mouth, honest, Mister Interrogating Cleric! (It was totally her, with Astarion's help. Gale pretends he doesn't know anything about it. Mystra is not amused.)

greatest strength?

Her loyalty. She trusts very few people, but those whom she trusts and loves, she is very much the ride-or-die friend. (See also: why she wants to kill Shar and punch Mystra.)

fatal flaw?

Her temper and her insecurities. She is a wee bit fiery and will throw hands when provoked. And she's so afraid of being abandoned again that she tries to give off the impression that she's self-sufficient and doesn't need anyone's help -- she won't accept help until she either trusts someone (which, again, doesn't come easily for her) or she's desperate.

favourite smell?

Pre-game: flowers in the public parks in the Lower City, the scent of tea steeping. Post-game: Gale, the books in his library, and the flowers he frequently brings home for her since he knows she loves them.

favourite spell or cantrip?

She doesn't have access to any spells of her own (unless I up the difficulty level of my game enough to multi-class her as a bard)! But she highly appreciates a good usage of Vicious Mockery.

pet peeve?

Cracking knuckles. She haaaaaaates that sound.

bad habit?

She does not put things away correctly. She has a bad habit of leaving whatever she's reading/playing with/working on out in the open and forgetting about it until it's in the way. It drives Gale bonkers. She also swears like a pirate... and can drink like one, too.

hidden talent?

She's an excellent violin player, and can sing surprisingly well! The rest of the Tadfools figured out she can sing quite by accident after a drink-off at the tiefling party in their camp during Act I. She doesn't sing often, since she's very self-conscious about her voice, but her friends try to get her to sing something for them regularly. She also claims she hasn't yet met the lock that she can't pick. ;)

leisure activity?

Playing new tunes on her violin. She can't read music very well, but she can remember a tune like nobody's business -- if she hears a song once or twice, she'll probably remember it.

favourite drink?

She used to just get the cheap wine at the taverns that she frequented, but Gale's gotten her used to the finer tastes in life, so she's grown to appreciate the good wine in his cellar. She also likes tea in the mornings!

comfort food?

Her favourite food is pumpkin soup, from one itty-bitty tavern in the Lower City. Gale has learned to replicate it perfectly, much to her delight.

favourite person(s)?

Gale, for obvious reasons.

Her older half-brother, Jehn (and by extension, his partner, Ferrus).

Shadowheart, Wyll, Astarion, and Karlach become her best non-romantic friends over the course of their adventure.

Do Scratch and the owlbear cub (who she and Halsin name Garmus) count?

favoured display of affection (platonic and/or romantic)?

She's very touchy with the people she loves. With her platonic friends or her brother, she'll lean on them, or nudge them, or sometimes kiss their cheeks if she's feeling very touchy. With Gale, she'll almost always be in contact with him in some way, whether that's leaning against him, or playing with his hair, or kissing him -- his lips, his cheek, his neck, whatever.

fondest childhood memory?

She barely remembers her Elf mother, but she can remember one day when she was curled up on her mother's lap, Jehn sitting on the floor beside them, and listening to her mother sing a song in her native tongue. She doesn't clearly remember the lyrics anymore, but she can just remember the tune, and she remembers how comfortable and safe she felt in her mama's arms with her big brother right there.

free-response! Is there anything else about your Tav you’d like to share?

I think Devi is trying to learn magic post-game in Waterdeep! She won't enrol in the Academy, but she does try to get Gale to teach her some basic spells.

#thanks for the tag!#bg3 tav #Deviali #headcanons #behind the scenes

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solaneceae · 5 months

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grief

a team bolas oneshot (read on ao3) written before green team was split between red and blue, so in this they all died. angst with a side of family comfort. tw: blood and gore, temporary character death, self-inflicted burns

Pac wakes with a deep ache inside his chest and at the back of his mind — like a fresh, open wound that’s still bleeding. He reaches out, for the comforting hum of his soulmate’s sleeping mind on the other side, and finds nothing.

He doesn’t understand. But he also does. He’s surprised he’s not immediately breaking down screaming, but maybe he’s been broken for a long time and just didn’t notice until now.

He finds Pierre and Bad, busying themselves at the anvils. And he asks.

(Nothing, he has nothing, Richas missing, Cellbit insane and on the hunt for him, Forever dead, Mike dead, Bagi dead, Felps still MIA.

Fit.

Fit’s gone. Fit has died hating him.)

“I see,” he says, numb and empty.

And he draws out his sword.

When Red Team wakes the next morning, some of them are still holding onto hope. Hope that it was all a lie, hope that Green would merely be dissolved, its members assigned to the two remaining teams.

Hope is a cruel, fickle thing. And it dwindles fast in the minds of team Bolas as the hours start to trickle by, with no sign of any green-tinted name popping up on the global chat. Even faster when Carré comes back from recon, reporting the disappearance of Green’s spawn barrier as well as their mission NPCs.

The silence within their cave is deafening, only broken by the sound of a hammer hitting red-hot metal over the anvil. Some of them just check their comms obsessively, fraying minds tethering between denial and a complete breakdown.

Cellbit hasn’t moved an inch since he woke up, sitting up at the center of their shared nest with absolutely nothing in his icy, blue slitted eyes as they stare at his commlink. At the last messages he’d sent to Roier, still unanswered. (His husband is gone. His sister is gone. His best friend, his President is gone. He has nothing left, and his tongue tastes like unspilled blood.)

Phil is looming over a crafting table, mindlessly placing and removing materials with no rhyme or reason. (Étoiles is gone, his best friend and brother in arms, his devil-may-care attitude, his humor, his fearless smile. Fit’s gone, his shameless flirting and unwavering determination. Forever. Forever. Kristin is eerily silent.)

Jaiden sits in a faraway corner, sharpening her sword until the edge can slice the very empty space between atoms. (Roier taught her. He taught her so much. She would make him proud.)

Charlie is off near the ovens, baking bread after bread after bread in a compulsive act of self-soothing that doesn’t quite work. (He thinks of his bitch wife, and hopes he’ll be smart enough to stay asleep today.)

Baghera’s shaking, huddled close to her fellow avian and mentor as she watches him work without really processing it, the crow’s hand occasionally tapper on her arm to keep her from ripping her feathers off. (She thinks of her brother. Her stubborn, annoying baby brother and his cursed bleeding heart. His hair had been cut so short, she’d been wanting to take a moment to even it, maybe style it a little even. She thinks of Pierre, and feels hatred. She thinks of Badboy, and feels betrayal.)

Foolish straightens up, rolls his shoulder as he admires his handiwork. (He thinks of his adopted son, and remembers why Bad always told him not to get attached to mortals. But Foolish never listens, and never will, despite how much it hurts every single time.) “It’s ready,” he drones out, catching the attention of everyone present. Phil turns to him, expression set in stone and unreadable. “Let me see.”

Team Bolas congregates around their leader, slightly bowed in something like reverence as he walks past them towards the shark-totem. Foolish grins, mirthless and cold, as he hands him a metal stick. The head of it is adorned with a strange shape, still reddish from heat. “Good job,” the Angel of Death nods, eyes and hands stained black as a few stray plants and roots wither away under his feet. His flock shivers like a single entity, all of them fastening their masks over weary, tear-streaked faces. Foolish whistles, spinning the branding iron like a majorette would their stick. “Thanks, Crowfather sir! Wanna do the honours?” Foolish chirps.

Philza Minecraft nods, silently letting his robe fall off his shoulders, exposing his naked back. “Let’s do it quick,” he says, looking over each of his fledgelings, who bow their heads in unwavering loyalty. “Today, we don’t let them rest. Not for a second. Doesn’t matter how many times they kill us, we swarm them, again and again. We, teach them pain.” He feels the heat of the furnace on his back as he sits before it, Foolish humming a cheery tune as he pokes at the blazing inferno inside. “Baghera, how many chainsaws did you make?”

The duck tilts her head. He can see her red-tinted eyes through the mask, and they crinkle in vindictive joy. “More than enough,” she coos, and Jaiden bumps her mask against hers, hello, clean, flock, hello. Phil croons out a yesyes. “Good. Very good.” He beckons her over, runs his claws through her hair-feathers lovingly. “You’ve become stronger. I’m proud of you. All of you.”

“Thanks Dad,” the duck hybrid whispers, preening under the praise. “Get ready,” Foolish warns. Phil doesn’t wince, doesn’t brace himself. Doesn’t care. “Jaiden,” he says, and the conure chirps in acknowledgment. “Taunt them. Trick them. Use every dirty tactic you can think of, I don’t care, this is no longer a fight. It’s retribution. Carré,” he turns to the warrior in the cat onesie, “I trust you. Put the fear of you in their hearts.” Carré gives a salute, sword gleaming in the dim light of their den. “Charlie, Foolish, literally go apeshit. Now’s the time.” Foolish laughs, eager, and Charlie’s codified parts glitch in anticipation. “Cellbit.” and the detective perks up. Phil flashes him a cruel smile. “Do what you do best,” he declares, and the Brazilian looks like Christmas came early.

Then red-hot iron slams against the skin of his back, and Phil lets out a gasp as his flesh starts to sizzle and burn. His talons dig deep into his own thighs in an attempt to distract himself from the pain, and the air smells like cooking meat. Cellbit starts howling first, the last of his sanity breaking when the smell hits his nostrils even through the mask, pupils dilating — like a shark smelling blood. The rest of them soon join in, screeching and laughing, too loud, too high-pitched and broken. Then Foolish removes the iron, and Philza almost falls over under the mixture of pain and relief. The rest of the flock rush over to support him, glancing at the result of Foolish’s hard work with barely disguised awe.

Angry red lines, bloody and bubbling, form the simplified shape of a gas mask right between the mangled remains of his ebony wings. A symbol of loyalty, devotion, belonging. (Pack, flock, family, murder.) “How’s it look?” the crow wheezing out, somehow still mustering the strength to make a joke out of his own agony. Jaiden flashes him a thumbs up. “Nice.”

“I want to go next,” Baghera pipes up, wings twitching with anticipation. Foolish nods, letting the others help Philza wobble away to let him recover for a minute. “Alright. Get over here then, sister.”

(There is no coming back after this, they all know that. Those marks would be here to stay, because self-inflicted scars don’t get erased by respawn, as some of them had found out over time. They all count on it.)

***

The trip is like a blur, partly because of the pain making their vision go hazy and, partly because the sky is red red red and it makes their minds fuzzy and time all wibbly-wobbly.

Charlie remembers hot desert sun hitting his shoulders and colouring them an angry red, Carré taking off his hood to breathe properly. He remembers Foolish carrying them through a freezing river, ice-cold water a temporary balm against the fresh burns in the center of his chest. (He doesn’t regret it. The pain is worth it. And the code infection is so cold, cold cold, the blazing heat radiating from the brand mark is almost soothing in comparison.) He remembers Baghera, limping the whole way, yet refusing any help. Pushing herself further than she ever has to keep up with them. Refusing to be a burden, refusing to drag them down. “I’m fine,” she would say, brushing her feathers over the mark on her right hip. “I’m fine.”

The sky is red, everything is. The blood-fog rolls in, or maybe it’s the toxic gas disaster. They can’t tell, with the masks that keep them breathing and tinted lenses painting the landscape crimson. They press on, helping each other whenever one falls, because their armors might be shit still despite yesterday’s grind, and they might have nothing. But they have each other.

When they finally find Blue, it doesn’t quite feel like catharsis. Not yet. All seven of them loom over their location - Pierre, Bad, Tubbo. (A shame. A shame he was here. He’d tried, they all knew that. But it hadn’t been enough.) They can’t see Pac anywhere, but given the few death messages that popped into global chat earlier, Phil can take a guess at what happened. (Note to self: extend an invitation to the Brazilian later.) No words are exchanged (quiet, quiet, don’t get spotted), only quick glances and flexing talons and flashes of teeth hidden beneath rubber masks. The sun hits their backs (it hurts, for Phil and Cellbit, who has chosen to place his own brand in the small of his back. He’s forsaken armor for this, he wants to feel every slash and tear, he wants to feel something, anything), their shadow-cast silhouettes stark against the red skies.

(They are pack, scavengers. They are eager to sink their teeth into writhing flesh and sharpen their claws on picked-clean bones.)

Philza raises an arm when Bad spots them, immediately barking out orders at Pierre and Tubbo, who doesn’t look like much of a leader at the moment. (What a shame. He deserved better.) The flock tenses, talons and claws digging into loose dirt, eerie growling and giggling and Charlie’s eager ‘how about now? can we go, please, dad?’

The Angel of Death looks down as his children. He lets his arm fall, and six shadows take off and rush downhill in a cacophony of barks and howls and cackling, hyena-like laughter.

Cellbit can see nothing at all, blinded by burning demon blood in his eyes, in his mouth, in his hair and beard. His knife digs into something soft and warm, someone screams, doesn’t know who. Something trips him and his head hits the ground, stunning him, and a sword stabs him in the shoulder and he laughs, ripping it out to roll away, uncaring of the copious amount of blood he’s losing. He hears the revving of an engine nearby, and wipes the blue liquid out of his eyes just in time to see Baghera slice at Pierre with her chainsaw, severing bone and tendons from his left shoulder to his right hip. Blood and viscera fall out of the gaping wound as he chokes, impossibly blue eyes widening, and then his body falls and the chime of death-respawn rings out over the battlefield. One.

“First kill!” Carré woops, blocking strike after strike from a hissing Bad. “My turn now,” he grins, feral and they all know he’s the only human here how could a human feel so much like them, and his legs do a thing none of them can comprehend but he’s behind the demon now, thrusting his blade forward and into a groove in the fiend’s diamond armor. Chime. Bad falls, dead before his body hits the ground. Two. The Argentinian Beast swipes to the side, ridding his blade of sickly blue liquid. His sleeve creeps back up his arm, revealing the bottom of their symbol. “Mejórate, noob.”

“Oh SHIT!” Jaiden cackles, busy carving out the inside of Tubbo’s ribcage like a halloween pumpkin. “Carré’s out for blood, we love to see it.”

“Where’s Pac?” Cellbit grumbles, teeth around someone’s liver. Foolish rushed back from respawn, waving at them cheerfully, and bodies an incoming Pierre to the ground to bash his head against a rock until his skull gives and splits in half like a watermelon. “Uuuuh, dunno! Why, wanna eat his other leg?”

“Maybe.”

“Be nice,” Baghera pouts, beak splattered in red as she discards her broken saw, only to summon a fresh one from her inventory. She looks down at it with motherly fondness. “He did kill Bad earlier. And he lost Mike, and my brother. I say we leave him be.”

“Mmmh. Careful, here comes BitchBoy.”

“Oh, hello,” the duck chirps, evading a strike from Bad’s scythe. “Did you miss me, Bébou?” she giggles, thrusting her saw forward and cutting through the demon’s armor like it’s butter. Bad lets out a frustrated what the FUDGE before the blades pierce through the enchantments and through his belly. Chime. “I don’t know if I missed you,” she hums, throws her machine away, summons a new one. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jaiden howls at her, Foolish barks, and all of them devolve into throat-tearing screams as their clothes soak up all the red, red above, red below, red, red. Philza climbs up a tower and swoops in, deadly precise, skewers another Tubbo that just showed up. “You should really give it a rest, mate,” he hums without an ounce of aggressivity, sitting on the lad’s chest as he wheezes out his last breath. “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

“Can’t—” the goat hybrid chokes, bloody foam bubbling out of his mouth as his lungs fill up with fluid. “I’m. Tina. Nikki, Missa.” The name makes Phil blink. “Can’t… abandon them.”

“Suit yourself,” the Crowfather shrugs, then plants his blade into his former protégé’s neck with nary a sound. Chime.

Chime.

They don’t always win, far from it. Chime . But they don’t care, losing themselves in the cycle of fight-kill-die-respawn-run-fight. Chime. Even when their resources run out, when they have nothing left but their own hands to fight with, they still come, again and again, moved by the collective desire to make them pay. They get less and less kills, armors and weapons gone, their own bodies piling up in a grotesque display. Chime. Chime. Chime. Blue Team tries to run and hide, but Jaiden and Foolish sniff them out like a pair of bloodhounds, always on their tail as the rest of the flock follows. The hours trickle, too slow yet too fast, and Blue is now winning because they kill them a lot more often than Red kills them, but they don’t give a single shit about that stupid bar made up but a stupid eyeball thing that they are done entertaining because THEIR FUCKING FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE DEAD.

They rip, and tear, and bite when nothing else works anymore. Everything hurts, repeated respaws and the brand mark making their bodies stumble and fall and shake and seize against the cold dirt, making them easy targets. But they keep fighting.

Cellbit starts crying at some point, tears washing off the blood in twin lines on both his cheeks, and he repeats his husband’s nickname like some fucked up mantra as he stabs into Pierre’s chest over and over again, the engineer long dead. Yet he still keeps going, until Phil gently tears him away from the body to press his own bloody forehead against the Brazilian’s, letting him cling to his robes like the crow’s his last anchor to the mortal plane. Foolish and Jaiden come back, huffing, saying they’ve lost track of their target, and everyone stands still for a moment.

Phil’s commlink buzzes. He glances at it, spots something blue, turns it off. No more parlé, no more talks. “I think they’re done for today,” he sighs, helping Cellbit to his feet. “Let’s go back.”

“To the den?” Charlie asks, ripping off his mask to shake off stray pieces of viscera before putting it back on. His entire body is soaked in red, but Phil can spot some green beneath it. His code arm glitching erratically, but he barely seems to feel it.

Philza nods. “To the nest.”

“Can we burn?” Baghera asks. Her voice is shot, just like after an intense session of karaoke. “I don’t wanna walk back. I wanna burn.”

“Me too,” Jaiden raises her hand, Charlie following suit. “Oooh, we should all do it,” the conure gasps, already piling up dead wood and whipping out her flint and steel. “It’s like a warpstone! But crispier.”

Maybe Phil should discourage that. But his bad knee hurts like a motherfucker, and what’s a little more agony after today. “Sure, fuck it.”

The pier lights up their surroundings as they dance their way into the flames, hot coal burning the soles of their feet. They briefly wonder if this is what witches did back in the day, before their last hearts are drained and they fall into the space-between-spaces, respawn mechanic spitting them out the other side and into the damp coolness of their cave-home-nest-den.

Their wounds are gone, as always. But not the brand, still pulsing with dull pain on each of their bodies. They all put ice on it, mechanically, minds already far away as their timer nears its end for the day.

None of them bother to clean up before it hits zero. The pack huddles into the nest together, blood-sticky and shaky and Cellbit is still sobbing, Jaiden’s arms around him while she croons and chirps, avian words eaten up by her own hiccuping sobs ( help, sad, sad, flock) , Charlie rubbing soothing circles into the cat hybrid’s back as he wails. Carré whispers praise and fighting tips to Baghera’s who’s only half-listening, wrapping up Dad’s sprained wing in a makeshift splint. Foolish sits close, humming absentmindedly as he finger-combs the knots and bits of flesh out of Jaiden’s long hair. “...You guys wanna move to Eggxile with me?” Charlie asks, drowsy and sluggish, Baghera’s hand-wing in his code-infected one. “When we go back. You can- you can take care of Flippa with me, if… you know. If this shit doesn’t work out.”

Jaiden laughs, wet and unstable. “I’d love that actually.”

“Your house has fumes in it,” Cellbit adds, so quiet it’s hard to make out. “I like that. It’s homey.”

“We can keep the masks there, it’s perfect,” Baghera approves, and Phil finds himself considering it because Charlie’s ramshackle house might be turning into code shit, but at least it’s far away, safe, away, away, and he doesn’t know if he can trust anyone outside his flock after this. Not stay on the wall, where everyone and their dog can show up unannounced. “Maybe,” he says.

Then their comms buzz, darkness claiming them quick.

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Quick Fix

Summary: You and Drew have a quickie in his trailer during lunch

Warnings: smut, choking kink, exhibitionist kink, 18+

You and Drew hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately. His schedule was jam packed; between filming season 3, interviews, photo shoots, you were lucky if you got to sleep in the same bed. One day he had invited you to set, wanting you to at least get to watch him work. You happily agreed, excited to see him in peak form, killing it as Rafe. To be honest, the contrast between his character and his personality actually turned you on a bit, there was just something so hot about a slightly unhinged man. You'd also secretly planned to bring one of his fantasies to life. He really wanted to fuck you in his trailer, chances of getting caught exciting him.

You wore the sexiest outfit you could come up with; lace body suit with a corset top, cups causing your breasts to nearly spill out of the material, paired with frayed denim shorts that left very little to the imagination. He almost protested that you couldn't wear that in front of Chase and Rudy, knowing they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of you. Instead he told you how hot you looked, struggling to keep from getting hard at the thought of being able to catch glimpses of you all day.

When filming got started, you settled into a chair at the edge of set, long legs crossed as you watched Drew through your dark sunglasses, drinking in his muscular form. Every once in a while you would catch him staring between takes, licking his lips like a starved man seeing a hot meal. You couldn't wait for lunch to be called, squeezing your thighs together for relief at the thought of what was to come. Finally it was time. You walked to his trailer holdings hands, gushing over his performance so far today and showering him in praise.

As soon as you got inside you locked the door behind you, Drew raising a brow in question. You stalked towards him slowly, backing him into the couch and forcing him to sit down with a hard press on his shoulders. "Baby, what are you doing?" You brought a finger to his mouth to silence him, leaning down with your breasts in his face to whisper in his ear. "Shh, just relax. Let me take care of you." Your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his throbbing cock. You could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. You give him a few slow strokes as his head falls back onto the back of the couch as he tries to hold in his moans. You take advantage of his eyes being closed, quickly ripping open his button and forcing his zipper down, freeing his erection from his boxers in one motion.

You stand up briefly, sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind you. His blue eyes rake over your body, loving how the black lace looks against your skin. You climb back onto his lap, lining him up with your folds and he lets out a gasp when he feels your wet skin. Your bodysuit being crotchless was a surprise and he hardened even more at the thought of your bare pussy being barely covered by your flimsy shorts all day. His hands fall to your hips, steadying you as you slide down onto him. You lean down and finally connect your lips, kissing Drew deeply as you start to roll your hips. You both let out quiet moans at the friction, desperate for some relief after a day full of anticipation.

You trail your hands up his toned chest, coming to rest on his shoulders so you can get some leverage. His hands guide you as you start to bounce up and down, throwing your head back as you bite back a groan. He can't resist your cleavage as it bounces in his face, reaching up to pull the cups of your bodysuit down and quickly taking a nipple into his hot mouth. You let out a loud cry, adrenaline surging at the thought of getting caught. He slides a hand up to your throat, cutting off your airflow enough to keep you quiet and the action almost makes you cum instantly.

The feeling of him stretching you out perfectly, hitting your walls just right has the coil in your stomach winding quickly. The soft grunts escaping his lips are so sexy, baby blues locked on you as you continue to ride him fast and hard. A few moments later just as you're about to reach your high, someone pounds on the trailer door. "Hey Drew - almost time to go back to set!" It's Chase outside, wanting to chat with his buddy before filming resumes. The door handle turns as he tries to open the door. You start bouncing harder, determined to make Drew finish while his friend is right outside, knowing the exhibitionist in him will enjoy it. "Come on bro," Chase yells out and in that moment Drew twitches inside you, pumping you full of his cum with a silent cry. His orgasm triggers yours, head falling to his neck as you come undone around him, struggling to hold in your moans.

You both get redressed quickly, sharing a sweet kiss before opening the door. Chase takes one look at you both, noticing your slight flush and ragged breath. "Oh ew, did I just catch you guys fucking?" "Shut up Chase, " Drew playfully punches his arm as the three of you head back to set. The rest of the day is full of Chase making dirty jokes about the two of you every chance he gets. Little did he know that his arrival to the trailer couldn't have been more perfect.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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Bea can you please do when Steve buys reader lingerie and when reader comes home Steve gifts her with the lingerie so she does a little fashion show for him. Thanks Bea❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader), mentions of miscarriage

a/n: steve and the kemps are back. requests are back on!

part of toxic

Steve walked inside the house, expecting the usual mayhem that came with having children; yet found a rather comforting atmosphere. He dropped his keys to the side, stepping further into the house to look for anyone. Perhaps the girls were still in school? Yet again, Y/N would've never forgotten to pick the girls up. He'd done that once and she gave him the cold shoulder for a month, so it would be rather hypocritical for her to do the same. Speaking of his wife, where was his dotting wife?

- Baby love? - he put the bags down on the couch. - Y/N, where are you?

- Why are you so loud? - he looked up to the top of the staircase to find his wife with sleep filled eyes.

- Where are the girls and William?

- College fair with Billy and Daisy. William is with Johnny. - she rubbed her eyes as she came down the stairs, her socks almost falling off her feet and her body wrapped in one of his old college jumpers.

- Why did we let Billy and Daisy date again?

- Because she’s almost as good as her mother at picking problematic, thick skulled partners. - she smirked, leaning up to kiss him. - At least he doesn’t have ... weird appetites.

- So ... if Daisy and her knucklehead boyfriend are out with the girls and William is with your brother, that means we’re alone.

- For someone who went through medical school, your mind surprises me.

- We’ve been married for 18 years and you’re still surprised?

- Keeps the marriage alive, darling.

- You know what else keeps the marriage alive? - he rose his brows, guiding her towards the couch. - Surprises.

She rose her brow at him with a naughty smile on her lips as he set a very familiar bag in front of her. Whenever he brought one of those home, there was always one certain thing that ended up happening and usually she’d either end up too sore or pregnant.

- How much money do we spend on lingerie alone?

- Baby love, it is an essential need. I must have my lady in the best of the best.

- Could get me a new pair of shoes?

- Do I get to fuck you in them?

She rolled her eyes, opening the bag to see a new négligée set along with a black lacy bodysuit. Steve sat on the couch in front of her, his eyes awaiting to see the fabrics grace his wife’s body. Whoever said that having a wife was like having a ball and chain clearly did not have his wife. Yet again, if someone even thought of having his wife, he’d have them wishing for mercy in a second.

- Babe, we spend too much money in something you will rip.

- It’s worth it. What’s the point in a doctor’s salary if we don’t waste it on our own fun time? Besides, what are doing not wearing it?

- Want me to model it for you? Was the shop mannequin not enough?

- I want to fuck you in it, not the shop mannequin.

She hummed curiously before standing up, her eyes never leaving his as she moved the edge of his jumper over her head, discarding it on the floor and remaining naked with the exception of the single pair of red lacy panties that had managed to survive his wrath. For a second, Steve thought of just taking her now, and as she slide the new garments over her soft skin, his resolve starting to wear ever so thin. He craved her, in the simplest of the terms. He craved and missed the feel of her skin against his hands or the scent of the lotion she lathered on herself every morning. It’d been a long day and all he could think were lewd things about his wife.

- We promise the kids we wouldn’t give them another sibling. - she leaned over his sat figure on the couch.

- Yes but we also promised that to Rose before she was a middle child.

- Are we the type of parents that break promises?

- Of course not, baby. - his thumb and pointer grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. - We just ... distort the truth. What they don’t know won’t kill them.

- MUM! - he heard the voice of his eldest daughter from the entrance. Great, it’s almost like they can sense it.

Y/N immediately left him, getting back inside his abandoned jumper and making her way to go greet her kids. Steve took a few seconds, telling himself they always had Saturday and Sunday before meeting them in the hall.

- Oh great. Billy is here. - he mumbled to Y/N who playfully hit his chest. - Is Billy staying for dinner?

- No, Dr. Kemp. Just drove Daisy and the girls back. - he put his hands in his pockets. - I’ll see you tomorrow, Daise.

- No kissing in the house. - Steve said before they could commence. - Goodbye William, return tomorrow.

- Dad. - Daisy crossed her arms. - You promised you’d be nice.

- And I was nice.

- Mum, can you tell dad he was not nice?

- Sadly, Daisy, this is your dad being nice.

#steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp/reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp/you #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp/y/n #toxic

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years

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The Babe With The Power. Steve Harrington x Reader

The Babe With The Power.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

You Remind Me Of The Babe Part Two. Read Part One HERE

Summary: No real summary, just brat tamer Steve part Two, sort and simple tbh.

(REQUESTED) (sort of?)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: Porn with very little plot?, fem reader, orgasm denial, Dom! Steve, daddy Steve? Brat tamer Steve, dirty talking, reader is a brat, but not so much in this one, just very needy, fingering? (is it still called fingering if there's no penetration?), mentions of vomit, mentions of also murder but it's Hawkins so like it's chill, Steve also almost hits a cat with his car but the cat is fine don't worry.

Word count: 1419

Steve didn't let up with the "later" and "soon" for almost two weeks, bringing my right to that edge, reading to get pushed over at any moment only for him to draw me back. It was a cruel game but I loved it so much. I mean I would much rather be able to cum, but this give and take he was doing felt so nice.

He had been edging me for so long that such subtle things he did started to have an effect on me. Grabbing my shoulder while we were at work, touching the small of my back as he passed me in the aisles of stacked movies, tucking my hair behind my ear, or kissing me just below it. He could blow hot air in my direction and I would absolutely come undone. It got so obvious that Robin was constantly asking if I was okay, she said I looked like I was in pain and offered to let me leave work early, as I tried to pass it off as just a really bad period. But it went on longer than your average period and as another human with a uterus, I could tell she began to get even more suspicious. What really set her off was when Steve bumped into me and yelped and then had to run to the bathroom to throw up. I had so much pent up arousal, and was constantly on edge for so long it made me physically sick. Steve let up after that and stopped doing things on purpose to make it harder for me but still didn't let me cum, or give me permission to until sometime this weekend. So when he came over early to help me get dressed today it took everything in me not to attempt to jump his bones.

It was a cooler day in Hawkins. The summer weather beginning to slowly fade, and that cool fall breeze rolled through the streets. While getting dressed this morning Steve insisted no, demanded I wear this one pair of super tight jeans he loved to see me in. Mainly because they were so tight the seam would rub against my clit every so often. I had been squirming in my seat all day, and Steve was having way too much fun with it.

"Steve" I whined.

"Yeah baby?" He said looking over to me with a knowing smile.

"I'm literally like five seconds away from ripping my pants off and fucking myself at this point" I huffed, gripping at the tight fabric around my thighs.

He slowly reached over. Not taking his eyes off the road and placed one hand in between the apex of my thighs. Not moving it, just keeping it there, tight against my clothed cunt. I literally whimpered against his touch. Any slight movement from him could get me to cum wth how sensitive and desperate I had become. I began to grind my hips slightly sucking in a harsh breath with the pressure.

"You wanna cum today princess?" Steve chuckled at my response.

"Please, I'll do anything" I begged, my hands gripping at the sides of my seat, glancing down at Steves unmoving hand.

"Anything?" He questioned.

"I will literally kill for you right now if that's what you asked, please baby, please just touch me" Tears were effortlessly falling down my cheeks, pure desperation in my words. I didn't care how I looked or sounded, I just wanted to cum and I wanted Steve to be the one to make me.

"Alright that's a bit excessive" He said removing his hand from my thighs and I groaned in protest. "Relax baby, I just need to turn" He said with this hands rotating the steering wheel. "Unbutton your jeans for me"

Fumbling quickly with the button, I popped it open pulling the zipper down in the process. My breathing was quick and my cheeks were flushed as I waited impatiently for his next move. Still without looking at me he slid his hand into the front of my jeans, past my underwear and into the slick folds of my very wet centre.

"Jesus Christ, you're drenched" He said almost in disbelief. "I should edge you for this long more often"

"God no" I said hiccuping slightly as I felt myself already close to my release. He started rubbing hard and slow circles on my clit. My head falling back against the head rest of my seat, my eyes scrunched together.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. You just want to be a cock drunk little whore for me instead don't you?" he said while quickening the speed of his fingers that continued circling my clit.

"Y-Yes" I forced the words out of my mouth, barely able to form a coherent thought. "I want to be your, f-fuck, cock drunk little whore, only for you Steve, only for you" My whimpers and moans coming fast and Steve knew I was close. "Steve, I'm so close please don't-" Before I could tell him to stop, his hand was ripped from my pants as he held the steering wheel tightly in both hands and slamming on the breaks. The sudden movement from his hand leaving me and the breaks of the car lurching me slightly forward, I came. I came around nothing, from nothing. Squeezing my thighs together I reached for Steves thigh, holding onto him tightly as I rode out my orgasm, simply whining in the seat next to him. When my breathing slowed I opened my eyes cautiously, as they adjusted to the bright sun. I glanced at Steve, his chest rising and falling quickly from the sudden stop.

"Cat" He mumbled before taking a deep breath, sitting back into his seat relaxing his shoulders. His brows furrowed and I watched him as he looked at me, still unable to form words.

"Did you just cum?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

I nodded.

"From... Nothing?"

I looked away, my still damp cheeks from my tears heated, and I wiped the back of my hand across them, not caring much about the trails of mascara I was sure they left behind. "Yeah" I said breathlessly.

"That's so sexy" Steve said beginning to drive again, only this time stopping slowly in his driveway. "You still wanna be that cock drunk little whore for me?" He asked softly, his hand reaching up to my cheek, his thumb wiping away pieces of mascara. "Wanna cum so many times on my dick you can't think? can't speak? can't do anything but be a simple little fuck doll for me?" His last few words were a whisper.

Closing my eyes and leaning into his hands I licked my lips in attempt to gain the moisture back "Yes please"

"Good girl" He cooed before kissing me gently on the lips. "Now get that ass inside before I change my mind about letting you cum"

#Steve Harrington #Stranger Things #Steve Harrington fic #Stranger Things fic #Steve Harrington smut #stranger things smut #Steve Harrington x reader #fem reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #Steve Harrington imagine #hellfiremunsonn

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avengersfluff02 · 2 years

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Get Back Up, Don’t Go Rogue

This is my first fic, and some feedback would greatly appreciated. I know that I switch between first and third person a lot, I just find it easier to write in first person. I also apparently don’t know how to change the formatting back now

I’m also very bad with titles, and I don’t think anyone’s actually going to read this. Oh well, at least I can be anonymous and let my somewhat creative side out here.

Word Count: 1,295 words

For as long as I can remember, I have been friends with Team Starkid. When I was seven, my parents took me to see A Very Potter Musical, and the Starkids must have seen something special in me. A year later, I got a call and was asked if I would like to participate in A Very Potter Sequel as Hermione Granger’s sister Roxanne or Roxy. Needless to say, I accepted and got very close to all the cast.

Fast-forward to now, and we were getting ready to go on our second tour, which we named the Apocalyptour. We had already been rehearsing for a while, and tonight was the night of our first show in Chicago. As a ten year old, I guess I should have been more nervous, but I didn’t think that I had anything to worry about. Boy, how wrong I was.

I was dressed in ripped jean shorts, combat boots, a white tank top, with a short sleeve jean jacket, my mic pack hidden under my jacket, and my mic over my ear. I was holding a tiny monkey, and looking at Jamie in curiosity while she read from the “cryptic Mayan tablet”. The next thing I knew, I heard Jim growl into his mic “STARKID”, and let me tell you, I was not prepared for that. I basically backed into Brian Holden and Jamie with genuine fear in my eyes, shaking. Very subtly, Jamie rubbed my arm, but for the rest of the show, I was on edge.

The minute the show ended, I ran off stage, got changed back into my street clothes, and waited for Julia to take me back to the hotel room, while everyone else was going to “have fun” at the hotel bar. What I didn’t realize was that Jamie was going to talk about what happened with me with everyone.

“Hey everyone, did Y/N seem off to you guys earlier during the show? Before ‘Get Back Up’, I think that she was scared of seeing you in costume, Jim, and hearing your character for the first time. I actually felt her shaking when you came on stage after I read from the tablet,” Jamie finished.

“Now I feel bad,” Jim said, hanging his head. “What should we do to cheer her up?” asked Joe, who was still wearing Jamie’s short shorts.

Jamie had a positively evil look in her eye as she explained her plan.

Later that night, around 2:00am, I was awoken by hushed voices around the king-sized bed that I was sharing with Julia, a full size stuffed animal dog, and four beanie babies. I started to turn in my sleep until I crashed into a solid object, which I proceeded to try to hug in my half-awake state. When that object suddenly poked my side however, I let out a mutter of discomfort and started to roll over to my other side. To tell you that my brain took a few minutes to fully comprehend what just happened would be a lie. It took a minute, and by that time, it was too late.

“Well, look at what we have here”, Dylan mocked, as I tried to remember if we were having a sleepover or not.

“Uh, guys, I think she’s still half-asleep, so let’s just cut to the chase,” Julia whispered. “This will be over soon, I promise,” she murmured to me.

Lauren immediately turned on the lights, and I instinctively moved my hands to my eyes to shut out the light, but to my utter shock, found that I couldn’t move my hands or arms at all. I looked up and saw Brian Holden (Brolden) and Meredith each pinning one of my arms to the bed. I lifted my head as much as I could, and saw Dylan and Joey down by my feet, Brian Rosenthal (Brosenthal) and Joe each lightly pressing down on my calves, and Julia (with reluctance in her eyes) and Jim poised above my thighs. I was wondering where Jamie was, when I saw her and Lauren perched on either side of the bed with their fingers resting on my hip and ribs, respectively.

“Ready to kick things up a notch, fellas?” Jamie smirked as she began counting down.

“Wait, what’s happening, no, this is not what I wanttedd to haphpen!” I started to giggle, as they began to tickle me, literally having no idea why this was happening in the first place.

“Really, because I heard that you were on edge tonight, and we need to get your spirits back up,” Lauren chirped as she started counting my ribs.

“Yeah, we wanted to make sure that you knew who was in charge here, and to fear us with every fiber of your being!” Dylan spoke in his “Pincer” voice, laughing as I tried to move my foot away from his wicked fingers.

That, with the combined knee scratches and squeezes Julia was alternating between, Brosenthal spidering my calf, and Joey scratching my heel were enough to drive me crazy, but not at the level of laughter that the cast wanted.

“Thihs kinda feehls nice, but like also amateurs couhld do bethter than this!” I mocked, my laughter going up an octave.

“You want professionals kid? We’ll show you!” I didn’t even need to move my head to hear Jamie’s evil “Neato” voice.

I don’t know what part of me thought this was a good idea, but I decided to be cheeky. “I’m noht scared ohf you! Gihve me youhr worsht!” I cried.

Suddenly, one of my armpits was being poked, and the other was being scratched at. I instinctively bucked my hips and legs upward, and accidentally threw Lauren off of me. If that wasn’t bad enough, Jamie decided to straddle me, and dig into my hips.

“We just wanted to make sure that you don’t fear the almighty ‘Ma’au Guurit’ and her minions” Jim growled as he dug into my right thigh.

“AAAAHHH, what YOHU DHO THAT fohr?” I cackled out, not quite ready to tap out yet, but almost to that point.

“We just wanted to make sure that our prisoner is getting cheered up, and not so scared for the rest of the shows!” Joe smiled as he continued to spider his fingers all over my soles.

“I PROMIHSE TO BE HAHPPY AND LEHESS SCARREDD FROHM NOW ON! UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!” I shouted, accidentally hitting Brolden’s leg trying to tap out.

“I’hm sorhry that I was scahred of your character,” I let residual giggles out, with a yawn interrupting my sentence.

“Uh, Y/N, can you let me go now?” Meredith questioned, turning to face me just to see that I had fallen asleep.

“Well, I guess we’ll stay here then tonight,” Joey whispered as he got on the floor next to Lauren.

The next day, when I woke up, I was very confused to find the whole cast in the room, but luckily, Julia was already up and had gotten me Starbucks, so I put that thought out my mind.

It wasn’t until I was getting dressed for the show, and Meredith poked my side, that I remembered what had occurred the night before. I decided to go up to Jim, and hug him.

“Sorry for getting scared of your character yesterday,” I mumbled as I hugged him.

“It’s okay, it was your first time hearing me use that voice, and we should have told you earlier, but now we know how to cheer you up if we need to!” He winked at me.

“Or if I’m being annoying,” I smiled as he laughed.

“Let’s go save the world!” I told my fellow Starkids, as the music for Me and My Dick/Ready to Go started.

#ticklefic #ticklish reader #ticklish!reader #starkid #apocalyptour #team starkid

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noliaert · 3 years

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tfw you realize your idea which was meant to be canon based isn’t canon and you gotta reevaluate whether to change it up or go fanon

#baby loki was found inside the temple #not right next to the casket outside #ok that place between the two towers of the temple #if the whole thing is called a temple #it was also where the casket stood that Laufey got defeated #at least that Loki wasn’t next to the casket is implied #also very much rip to that baby had they rolled over the edge #cause babies do roll #at a certain point #art struggles

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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JJK characters walking in on you masturbating//headcanons

Characters- Gojo, Megumi, Yuji, Toji, Maki, Nobara

A/N: Sukuna isn’t added here because I’m working on a separate nsfw!headcanon fic for just him (lmk if you want to be added to the taglist for it)

Minors dni‼️

(tags/warnings)- fingering, face-sitting, slight degradation, denial/edging, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), thigh riding

Gojo Satoru

- He’d probably be very playful and cocky about it.

- “so needy huh baby? need my cock to help you cum?”

- pulling your hand away from your heat, he’d suck the juices off your fingers while pulling down his blindfold and locking his eyes onto yours,

- “mhmm you taste so good, I can just never get enough of this.”

- following which he most definitely will fold your legs up against your chest and dive in to lick and suck on your poor sensitive nub.

- would make you cum three times alone on just his tongue and fingers.

- pulling up, he’d pull out his thick cock, making you whine as he rubs it on your oversensitive clit,

- “you didn’t think we were done did you?”

Fushiguro Megumi

- Megumi.exe has crashed.

- He’d just stare at you with his jaw dropped, a very obvious bulge forming under his sweatpants.

- “well, are you just gonna stand there gawking or actually help me out?”

- hearing you say that would immediately snap back him back to reality and he’d just go feral, all thoughts other than pleasuring you being thrown out the window.

- his lips would be on yours in the blink of a second.

- it’ll be very messy, your tongues clashing, spit drooling out, your bottom lip being lightly tugged in between Megumi’s teeth !!

- he’d dip his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers move to rub your clit.

- already sensitive from before, it wouldn’t take you long to finish, your moans being muffled as he once again crashes his lips on yours.

- “on your stomach. now.” he’d growl out quietly.

- as soon as you’ve flipped over, he’d be lining himself up with your heat, entering you in one long stroke, not giving you a single second to adjust as he starts thrusting his hips into yours

- he’d make sure you cum enough times on his cock for you to forget your own name.

- later on when you’d be sitting in a warm bath together, he’d just press his head into your neck, softly mumbling,

- “next time you feel...aroused...you can just ask me, okay?” (pls he’s so soft)

Itadori Yuji

- boy would legit bust a nut right there.

- would be a little pouty at first as to why you didn’t ask him to join you

- “babe you were literally gone on a mission for the last three days-”

- but then he’d low key get very excited because he’s wanted to try out mutual masturbation for a while now and this provided the perfect opportunity for it.

- so he’d make you sit in front of him with your legs spread, your fingers knuckle-deep inside your cunt as you grope your tits with your other hand.

- he’d be so awestruck that he’d forget to even stroke himself

- would probably just say “fuck it” and pounce on you, because how can he resist burying himself deep inside you when you look so pretty?

- his stamina levels are through the roof, so you’ll be getting your cunt pounded on for hours.

- Yuji would have to carry you around everywhere the next day because of how sore you’d be.

Toji Fushiguro

- He’d just be very amused by it.

- but would also low key take it as a personal hit to his ego (he obviously wouldn’t admit to it though)

- as soon as you notice his presence, you’d be scrambling away to cover yourself.

- “oh, don’t stop on my account. Go on.” he’d say with a slight smile on his face.

- but you’d know better than that.

- and in all honesty, you had went at it for hours trying to reach that satisfying peak, but your efforts were to no avail.

- at this point you’d just be whining and begging for him to help you cum.

- that would just spur him on further as he’d sit down onto the couch, his hands behind his head as he beckons you closer with a finger.

- getting off the bed, you’d move to stand in between his spread legs, his face right in front your dripping heat.

- he’d run a knuckle against your slit, humming at the wetness his skin is met with.

- “please- please fuck me” he’d look up at you with a mocking grin but you’d continue, “can’t cum without you filling me up- please.”

- that’d crumble much of his resolve as he’d growl and pull you down onto his thigh, hands gripping onto your hips harshly enough to leave marks,

- “tsk tsk, just couldn’t be patient could you? Go on then, make yourself cum on my thigh like the greedy little slut you are.”

- grinding your hips against his muscular thigh, you’d cry out loud at the friction against your clit.

- Toji would twist and pinch your nipples, groaning at the sight of your juices dripping over the expanse of his thigh.

- And right as you’re on the brink of cumming, he’d still your hips in place, leaving you crying as the unsatisfactory ripples of your ripped away orgasm hit you.

- “did you really think you wouldn’t get punished for touching yourself without permission?”

Maki Zenin

- similar to Megumi, she’d be flustered by it too but she wouldn’t let you know of it as she covers it up by being smug.

- your eyes would snap open as you feel the bed dip next to you, widening as you’re met with the smirking face of your lover.

- “you could’ve just asked me for help dear.”

- she’d replace your hand with hers as she rubs circles onto your bundle of nerves, her lips latching onto the spot on your neck that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

- “mhmm- need to taste you Maki.” you’d say, moaning as her fingers move faster.

- she’d pull away as soon as you’re on the edge, making you whine out loud.

- laying back down, she’d tug on your hips, signalling for you to sit on her face.

- moving your thigh over her hunger filled face, you wouldn’t even have a second to adjust yourself before arms would be wrapping around your thighs and pulling you down onto her awaiting tongue.

- the air would be filled with lewd sounds as you’d lean forward to run your mouth over her slit, making her let out a loud moan that sends vibrations down your core.

- you’d come apart as her lips suction at your nub, gently grazing her teeth against it as she reaches her own edge, your moans sending vibrations against her dripping heat.

Nobara Kugisaki

- *SCREAMS IN GAY PANIC*

- she’d just be so soft and shy when it comes to her s/o.

- her face would be as red as a tomato as she stutters and literally backs out the room.

- only poking her head back in at the sound of you laughing and calling out for her.

- “c’mere baby.” you’d say while gently patting the spot next to you on the bed.

- you’d kiss her gently as she sits down, your hands going to bury themselves in her soft hair.

- getting bolder, she’d move her hand down to your breasts, groping and fondling them, one of her hands moving even lower as you moan into her mouth.

- her eyes would snap open at the buzzing sound filling the room as she feels you press the vibrator that was just stuffed inside you against her clothed core.

- “wanna see you cum baby, c’mon fuck yourself on it”

- she’d only blush further hearing your lewd words, her own fingers desperate to help you find pleasure.

- you’d both look at the other between kisses, moans escaping your mouth, almost turning it into a competition of seeing who falls apart first.

- Nobara does, much thanks to the little vibrator pressed against her clit

- you had planned on teasing her more, but how could you have resisted her pushing you back down onto the bed with puppy eyes asking,

- “can I make you feel good now?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu Kaisen smut #gojo saturo x reader #gojo smut #itadori x reader #yuji smut #maki zenin #maki zenin smut #kugisaki nobara #nobara x reader #toji fushiguro #megumi x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #megumi smut #jjk hcs #jjk smut

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