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Chapter 3 Have You Ever Touched Grass

He was in a forest, large trees loomed far above him, taller than any building Jake had ever seen, hiding the sky and slotting the sun like rays from a flashlight, letting clear beams break the green sky. The grass was soft under his bare feet and the wind rustling through branches seemed to whisper secrets it would never share.

Next to him, and what he had been leaning against when he lurched awake, was a smooth concrete wall that ran high into the trees, it ran in both left and right of him but a thick steel door sat some way to his right looking rusted and worn, with a giant crater that twisted its form like it had taken a hard blow.

He went to shake his hands when he noticed that his fist was closed around something round. Opening his hand revealed a lollipop covered in a yellow wrapper decorated with lemons. He wrinkled his nose, sticking his tongue out at the flavor before tossing the ‘sweet’ to the ground and shaking his hands properly this time.

“Ok, focus Jake,” he told himself, “You woke up from a dream, now yer ‘ere.” he paused, breathing in and looking into the deep forest once more. “I don’t dream though? That’s like, my whole thing,” he breathed out, pressing his hand against the cold concrete wall. “Well it certainly wasn’ The Library,” breath in, “Focus, where are we? Forest? Obviously. Where?” Breathe in.

His brain scanned through memories, looking for maps he’d thrown glances at or read for class.

Breath out.

There were no forests within D-20, not one of this magnitude.

Breath in.

Not one with trees this big.

Breath out.

Outside the enclosure they were surrounded by a forest but it wasn’t habitable, in fact, even getting too close to the dome’s edges could lead to serious health effects, that's why all the buildings near it had been abandoned for so long.

Breath out,no he just did that, his breath faltered as the pattern jittered. In, breathe in.

Panic started to set in and tears filled the corners of his eyes as he realized just how far the nearest habitable forest had to be from his district. Was it District 5 that had been known for their greenery? Yes, they had been known for assimilating nature and buildings, it was actually- no, that wasn’t what he should be focusing on. Where was his sister? Was she ok?

What if she woke up and he wasn’t there? What if she progressed to the next stage and he wasn’t there to help? The doctors would ask for the nearest of kin to make a decision and he would be gone, or worse yet, they’d get Dad’s decision. They would throw her out, they would give up, stop wasting resources, they- no they wouldn’t, right? A doctor’s job was to save lives. But if by wasting resources on a person who would not wake up they couldn’t provide for others with a higher chance of surviving shouldn’t they choose the one with the highest probability?

He scrubbed the tears out of his eyes and sniffed. He needed to get back to her immediately.

He threw a glance at the twisted brown gate breaking the concrete wall a little ways away from him. Was this an old gated community? Or was it a wall to a town? Was there any abandoned town or community near D-20? No, most destroyed towns inside the enclosure were under water or weren’t available for general public use after people had started raiding them and the homeless tried to live there. And anyway, none of those could be here as this one was in a forest.

Jake wobbled to the gate, using the wall for support as his knees shook for a reason he couldn’t define. He leaned into the walled off community, town, whatever it was.

Something was wrong. Each building was set equally apart, each square and concrete with bars on their cracked windows, many had fallen into themselves and nature had grown over them. A small cement road snaked down the middle of the area, scorch marks patched both the road and the buildings. Something whitish-yellow and round lay in the grass just far enough to not be defined.

A chill ran down Jake’s spine and crawled into his stomach, wrapped around it like a cold hand resting on chilled spaghetti noodles. As he looked longer the more abnormal the area became.

Some of the buildings had something dark black splattered like a bad paint job along their walls, some patterns looking like hand prints. There were large chunks of the ground dipping, like it had been carved into and left to let nature reclaim it. Jake should enter, find a communication device or computer but he didn’t think he’d find a real home here, nobody to help him, and anyway, entering an abandoned town was against the law. Jake couldn’t go breaking any more rules right now, not ever really. He rubbed his wrist as a phantom hand tightened around it and dug it’s claws into his flesh.

Unsure of what to do but wanting to get as far away from the gated area as possible Jake walked in a straight line, away from the place until he came to a waterfall ledge. With a clouded thought he realized this was his first time seeing one in person. It wasn’t as existing as his dad had made them sound.

Eyeing the woods around him, Jake started to notice how odd the forest itself was. The trees were the width of cars at minimum, mushrooms stood like chairs, clumped together and in the corners of his eyes he could see large animals run past and odd noises sung from around. He started to wander further into the forest. Optimizing the peace time to sight see, calling to his sister or anybody who might be close by.

After a while of wandering he stumbled upon a road, the paint was worn and fading and the edges from road to nature had blurred to almost no separation but roads were made for people and Jake was a people so he chose left and walked along its edge, listening for vehicles.

He’d been walking along it’s edge for some time when he found a car, flipped and in the grass. It had once been a black but the paint had started to chip long ago, the interior had been made into a nest for something that had claimed it long ago. The further he walked the more vehicles he found, all in a state of disrepair. All seemed to have been claimed by the forest years ago.

Coming upon a tree with the circumference of a bus, looking up in the giant branches he could see a very large and round bird who stared back down at him. It had a peach colored belly that faded to oranges and yellows, the talons that gripped the branch were midnight black and sharp. They were like the night sky had been turned into knives and attached to the heel. The size alone of the bird was awe inspiring as Jake realized that even with the distance of the bird high above, it looked to be the size of a car.

Jake was no expert on forests, only seeing them in old movies and books but he really felt that maybe this place was not normal.

He backed away from the bird and once far enough away called again, this time with more panic, “Zoey? Anybody?”

Nobody answered.

The tears were back now and he desperately tried to wipe them away.

Maybe it would have been better to stay at that gated area. Jake thought, then remembering the odd feeling it had given him, shook the thought away. The anxiety in his chest started to swell and choke his throat, air felt toxic and his chest started to hurt, his vision started to blur and a sudden urge to be anywhere other than where he was set in.

He started to run, in any direction he didn’t care, anywhere other than this tree, anywhere than the gated community, somewhere other than this forest. He saw a building with two floors to it, slanted to the side, buried in the ground, it looked gutted and hollow yet he ran inside, finding the stairs as soon as he entered and taking them two at a time. Finally there was one last door, exit sign cracked and stained, pointing Jake where he needed to go.

Shouldering it open it whined under his touch and fell off the hinges. Jake faltered, almost falling on the stained door but righted himself, stepping to the ledge of the roof, gripping the railing tight and leaning as far as he could over the side.

“Zoey!” he screeched, feeling his vocal cords strain under the pressure, “Hello! Anybody! Please! Help!”

Jake stopped, inhaling air like it was the answer to his problems, like it would fix this situation, if only he had more of it. His screams echoed into the odd noises of the forest and died. Nobody responded.

Suddenly the edge of the building crumbled under him and he fell down the side of the slanted building, tumbling and turning like a bag of potatoes thrown down a hill.

The world blurred into an ugly green brown, rocks slammed into his body like a small child in a mosh pit. His body collided with grass, his foot landing at an odd angle and causing him to yelp and tumble forwards again. Momentum carried him farther, throwing him into a tree then gravity pulled him into the ground, dragging him into a hole under the tree roots and finally letting him drop.

Jake let himself breath for a moment, not getting up, feeling the cool dirt under his hands and pressed against his cheek. The twinge in his ankle was starting to hurt more than he liked however so once he was sure he had enough breath and nothing was going to shove him back down he slowly, slowly, sat up.

It was a sprain, he could tell by the way it felt like the time he’d been pushed down the stairs and landed on his hand wrong, except this was in his ankle, not his wrist. To help a sprain one is supposed to rest, compress the ankle, ice it, and elevate. Jake did not have any way of doing any of this so instead of looking at his ankle he decided to ignore looking at that area all together and address his surroundings.

He’d fallen into a pit of sorts, a hole most likely created by the giant tree roots above his head at some point. Trying to stand proved hard as he tried to settle weight onto his ankle only for shooting pain to send him back to the dirt carpet. Finally standing with his ankle hovering above the ground he looked up.

The ledge of the pit was just above him, even with both working ankles he wouldn't be able to jump high enough to catch the ledge. Reaching for a low hanging root Jake tried to pull himself high enough to swing up but the root cracked under his weight, slamming him into the ground. His head hit with a hard thump as his ankle sent another sharp wave up his leg and the branch that had broken off hit his nose.

The tears were back but Jake ignored them, instead shoving the branch off his face and laying on the floor, trying to force himself to think straight.

He needed to properly take stock of the situation, running from one thought to the next was only going to harm him more at this rate. Last night nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. He hadn’t sustained any type of head wound to lead to a coma nor did he have any symptoms of Stardust. Was there another illness that could suddenly put him to sleep? Maybe something had happened to him when he slept. Maybe someone had broken in and harmed him? He should start with fully checking himself for injury or illness.

Shifting to sit against the pit wall Jake finlay cast his gaze on himself and scrunched his eyes in confusion.

He was wearing a matching set of what was once pastel pink sweatpants and a sweater but now it was stained brown and yellow and red, moth eaten and tattered.

The size was smaller than it should be for him as well, tightening across his chest and barely reaching his ankles.

Pressing lightly against his chest nothing seemed sore so he had to hope everything was running in order.

Taking note of his hands he had to wince. His right hand was littered with scars. Starting at his knucks in a continuous starburst like scar. Smaller scars ran up his wrist in small bursts, getting smaller the farther from his knuckles they went. Until they tapered out halfway up his forearm. It reminded Jake of a woman he met who had punched through a glass window. It always looks painless in tv shows but in real life the shards can be very damaging, even lethal.

His left hand held no scars but it had odd tan lines around it, the wrist and most of the hand being lighter in the shape of a wrist support or hand splint maybe. It could have also just been an odd fingerless glove.

Now came the part he wasn’t excited for, checking his ankle. It was his left foot, lucky the one he didn’t quite favor, it was red and swelling, if Jake had to guess it would leave a nasty bruising as well. There wasn’t much he could do for it however so making sure it was as properly placed as possible he moved on to his next foot sighing in relief when it seemed normal enough if not dirty and scraped.

Leaning forward had caused his hair to fall into his eyes again and it was while pushing it back that he even noticed how long it had gotten. It was now to his shoulder , at least the right side was, the left side was higher, resting behind his ear in a choppy comparison. He froze, admiring the longer side for a second. It was softer than he’d ever had it before. The curls healthy and bouncing as he moved his head back and forth

Someone had taken the time to entwine two braids into the front, connecting them in the back but with all his panic it seemed to have come loose. Zoey and mom had longer hair than this, maybe Dad would be ok with this length, probably not though.

Jake started to unweave the design. How long had it taken to grow his hair this long? A couple months? He’d noticed he’d grown taller, his skin had darkened to an almond brown now, almost as dark as his dad’s. Just how much time had he lost and how?

Even if he had somehow fallen into a random coma he shouldn’t be in the middle of nowhere. He had to be in an enclosure to be able to breathe, he hadn’t had a clear view of the sky yet but he had to assume above the trees there was a layer of glass and ventilation or else he’d surely be finding it difficult to breathe with the dust floating around him.

Maybe he had been left in the forest to recuperate, nature was supposed to help with Stardust so if he had really gotten sick without noticing they might have brought him out here in a last ditch attempt to clear his lungs.

But surely someone would have stayed near-by in case he really did wake up? And had they brought Zoey as well? Or maybe she had already woken up and was waiting at the hospital for his return. He couldn’t worry her like this. He needed to return quickly, too much stress might worsen her condition even if she was recovering.

Jake had gotten to the bun in his hair now and felt something stuck in the woven strands. Slowly detangling it from his hair he held it out to reveal an unused cigarette, he scrunched his nose, sticking out his tongue in disgust.

He raised his hand back to toss it before the realization that it wasn’t a normal paper like consistency but felt like metal. If it was metal then it couldn’t be a cigarette, maybe an e-cig? He paused. In all fairness he hadn’t really taken in the detailing of the object before his eyes had zeroes in on the orange white design and shape.

Pinching it between two fingers he squinted at the object. It was a matted metallic and upon closer look one could tell it was fashioned like a cigarette but quite fake. But why would he have a metal cigarette in his hair? Had someone been using it as an ashtray again? Jake shook his hair but no butts or half finished cigarettes fell to the ground. Holding it in a ray of sunlight he turned the object, quirking an eyebrow when he saw a hinge along the separating of colors. Pushing the top orange away Jake gasped when fire licked his finger. He quickly dropped the object and looked at the new burn reddening his fingertip.

He glared at the ofender on the ground, picking it back up, careful now to keep his finger from the opening. Pressing back the hinge a small flame sprung to life. Jake closed the lighter with a huf. He wobbled it between his fingers, trying to think of his next steps.

Before Jake could come up with any ideas however there was a commotion above him. First it was a yelp followed by the rumble of a crowd.

“Leave me alone!” Somebody shouted, answered by a chorus of shouts;

“Thief!”

“Stupid crow!”

“Get back here!” The voices stacked atop one another.

Jake made to stand when a gunshot rang out and he quickly dropped back to the floor, hoping his pit was hidden enough under the roots. Another gunshot rangout, this time closer. The thundering of feet grew louder, nearing Jake’s hiding spot and suddenly a shadow passed over him then stopped. Jake couldn’t see anything other than their silhouette as they looked from where they had come from, then back to the pit. They seemed to make a decision, hunching their shoulders before jumping down, landing at an odd angle they muffled a yelp and let their body hit the ground like a rag doll.

They lay there for a moment, not seeming to notice Jake who sat very still under the shadow of a root, hoping that if he pretended to not exist then the stranger wouldn’t acknowledge him.

Suddenly, the stranger sprang up into a sitting position, looking up in anxiety before looking to the bag strapped on the side of their thigh, quickly looking over to Jake, back to their bag, then they froze, body going stiff as they drew their gaze slowly back to Jake. The two stared at each other a moment, holding the others gaze in an anxiety induced staring contest.

The stranger looked to be male, maybe around 16, he was tall, even when sitting. His skin was toffee brown, littered with freckles like stars in the night, matching his dark chocolate hair. It looked as if once someone had tried to comb the hair into order but had given up and ran their finger through the waves instead as they fell into sapphire blue eyes that seemed to sparkle like jewels behind the silver circle frames of glasses that sat crookedly on the boy's face, somewhat covering the scars that ran symmetrically, one under each eye, almost tracing the cheekbone.

The stranger scrunched his eyebrows at Jake, he opened his mouth as if to say something before the sound of people running and shouting grew louder above.

“Where’d he go!” Someone shouted.

Somebody walked in front of the light, casting shadows into the pit.

“That brat!” Somebody else huffed, “Which way’d he go?”

Jake opened his mouth this time, he wasn’t really sure what he was going to say but these people could get him out of the pit, he knew where their thief was so maybe if he helped them they’d help him. Before he could speak however the stranger’s eyes widened, clearing the small distance between the two with a lunge and pressing a hand over his mouth.

“Shhhh,” he whispered harshly, “Please, please, please, be quiet.”

Jake glared at the thief whose hand smelled of cigarette smoke and lavender.

“If I see him again I’ll kill him,” Somebody above grumbled.

“I’ll help,” someone added as it was followed by other sounds of agreement.

“Over here!” someone called from further away and suddenly the group's footfalls started up and faded away.

The thief sighed, relaxing before yellping and shoving Jake into the wall, “Did you just bite me?” He looked at the red indent in his hand before shaking it violently, “Oh my ‘stroid! You bit me!” he whisper-yelled.

“Don’touch me,” Jake growled.

“Alright I won’t! Sorry!”

The boy continued to wave his hand for a moment, glancing between Jake and his wound, “I did not realize this was someone’s nest, sorry.”

“What?” Jake asked.

“Are, you not building a nest?” The boy questioned back, leaning against the opposite wall.

“No.”

“Oh.” He tilted his head slightly, “So. Why were you sitting in a hole?”

“I fell.”

“Oh.”

“Why were those people chasing you?”

“Ah, well, they kidnapped me so when I was leaving I took a bunch of their stuff.”

“They kidnapped you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Uh, ransom,” he scrunched his brows in concentration, Jake following suit in concern, “Ransom? Yeah, for the, money. They tried to sell me off as a servant, I mean I can see why. Not to brag but I am pretty sure you could get a few years of use out of me before I keeled.”

“A servant?”

“You know, fancy slave? Test subject? Uh, what else, butler, experiment, worker, body guard, uh, tessst- I already said that one. When someone buys you, you know?”

“I don’t.”

The boy looked at Jake like he was the odd one, “Huh. Well, I mean, everyone who did buy me actually returned me on like two days tops so they mostly just drug me around and yelled at me honestly.”

Jake took in a breath, studying the odd boy, his face held a sleepy smile and half lidded eyes as he seemed content to lean against the wall, digging through his backpack.

“Where are we?” Jake took a leap, hoping the boy’s open personality and willingness to answer so far meant he was ok with more questions.

“Uh, in a hole? Actually I think it's technically called a tree throw,” The boy said, stopping his bag search.

“No, like, where,” Jake took in a breath, thinking of how to word his question, “what district?”

The boy chuckled like Jake had told a funny joke, then realizing Jake wasn’t chuckling along, made a face of confusion, “That was a joke right?”

“No? Why would it be a joke?”

“Uh, have, you mean, like a dome? A uh, terrarium? The enclosure? The cage?”

“I mean the enclosure, y’know the things that filters our air n’ let’s us breathe?”

“Those, are actually called trees and plants. Yeah, they uh, eat CO2, detox the bad stuff from the asteroids.”

“Yeah, but the enclosures do that too, on a bigger scale.”

The boy looked at him for a moment, before going back to digging through his backpack, throwing Jake a nonchalant; “Ok.”

After a moment of silence Jake breathed in again, “So, where are we?”

“Oh, uh, we’re not in a cage,” the boy said without looking up.

Jake inhaled then realizing he’d done so exhaled violently, pulling his sweater to his nose and mouth. When the boy made no move to follow Jake lunged forward, pulling his turtleneck over his face for him.

“Woah,” The boy mumbled, “What are you doing?”

“Are y’stupid?” Jake hissed, “Y’can’t breathe ‘ere! If we’re outside then we ‘ave,” Jake stopped, trying to remember how long someone could survive on unfiltered air, and swearing under his breath, how long had he been out here?

“Uh,” the boy chuckled nervously, moving Jake’s hand from his turtleneck and pressing him back so he wasn’t leaning over him but sitting back down, “You’re going to be fine.”

Jake glared at the boy, scrunching his nose. He’d met people like this, far and few inbetween. They were weird conspiracy theorists who said the government was lying to them about the outside. Said the air was just fine and the president wanted to control everyone. These were the same people who talked of tracking chips and monsters and superpowers.

They talked about beings of light and aliens controlling the president like a puppet, things with no eyes watching from shadows. They talked about chemicals in the air to spread in the ventilators to brainwash people. They always talked a big game of going outside but then they’d come back, running for the hospital or never even making it back, if they ever even got the guts to leave or even just stand near the edge of the cracking glass wall.

If this boy wanted to fill his lungs with alien debris that was his own life, Jake couldn’t do anything to save the idiot.

“If it makes you feel better, I have a cloth face mask you can use,” the boy said, pulling a black medical mask from his bag and handing it to Jake. Jake, in turn squinted his eyes, taking the mask and sniffing it. It didn’t smell of any chemicals but that didn’t mean there was nothing on it.

“I didn’t drug it, here look,” the boy took the mask back from Jake, putting it to his nose and mouth, deeply inhaling, “See?”

Jake squinted his eyes again but took the mask. He’d never liked the scratch of medical masks on his face but the cloth was nice, with an inside that was soft against his cheeks, it was ok, he supposed.

“We need’ta get out of ‘ere,” Jake said, looking up again as the sunlight started to dim.

“I hate to say it, but it might be best to stay overnight,” the boy said, clicking his tongue and following Jake’s gaze.

“What? No! I don’t know ‘ow long you’ve been out’ere but,” Jake stopped, trying to remember what Joy had said the set times of toxic air consumption was before a person’s lungs were infected, “It can take up to a day for a person’s lungs to be infect,” his brain supplied, “but, it can’appen in under 30 minted as well, 30 minutes t’two days, that's the span o’time, but symptoms can take up to a year or two to show so it’s best jus’toaget out as soon as possible.”

“Well, I have been out here for two months or so now and I feel completely fine,” the boy shrugged.

“Like I said,” Jake grit his teeth, “It can take years fer symptoms t’show, yer most definitely infected already, ya need’ta get to a hospital right away.”

The boy shrugged again, looking sleepy and bored, “I’ve been here years now, think if I was sick I’d know.”

Jake eyed the scars under the boy's eyes, “How many Suprazgoma veins do you have?”

“Uh,” the boy made a face of confusion, “the what?”

“Suprazgoma veins.”

The boy stared at him blankly, “I. Have veins. Yes.”

“The ones under your eyes,” Jake huffed, “Y’know where yer boomerang scars are,” Jake held a finger to where the veins would lay on his own face if he had had the mutation.

“Bo-boomerang scars?” the boy pushed his glasses back and pressed his fingers on one of the scars, “boomerang scars,” he whispered in what sounded to be disbelief.

Jake hit himself mentally, maybe it wasn’t polite to have said that, was it rude to point out a scar like that? Usually you didn’t point out scars, it was rude, but this time it related to what they were talking about so it should be fine, right?

Or maybe it was just the fact he had called them boomerangs, maybe that had been taken as a jab or a tease, but it was accurate to their shape, as they had followed the vein under them with precision. Maybe they were some kind of surgery scar since they aligned so well. Maybe that was why he shouldn’t have said something about them. But what kind of surgery would relate to them?

“I-I’m, that was rude,” Jake quickly began to apologize.

“No,” the boy smiled sincerely, “You’re good,” he chuckled, “Nobody has ever called them that before is all, usually people avoid the topic.”

“I- should I have avoided the topic? I’m sorry if they bring up sore memories. I should have said-”

“Naw, your good, I mean, they do bring up sore memories but people are so awkward around the subject that it’s actually a little suffocating, I made a joke about them once and I just got the weirdest stares, like I was somehow offending everyone and making them sad for joking about my trauma.”

Oh! This was something Jake understood! He could relate to the boy to show he understood and cared about his story!

“I understand, people don’like when I joke ‘bout my family life.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, it makes ‘em uncomfortable I think.”

“Hm, same, but uh, I have two veins, I didn’t know they’re medical names. That’s what the supegoma-”

“Suprazygoma.”

“Yeah, the, supergyoza veins, that is what you meant right?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I have two.”

“See! That’s another reason you probably haven’t displayed symptoms. It takes forever fer a double veined person to become infected. I, however, ‘ave zero so I’m at a very high risk, ‘specially with all the secon-an smokin’ I’ve received over my lifetime.”

“I’m serious, you're not going to get sick out here. You seem like the smart type so I’m assuming you know that nature helps detoxify the air, yeah?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been in a forest before?”

“No.”

“Well, the trees are really good at their jobs here ok? There's so much greenery that the place has been clean for years now. In fact, the dust is actually the reason everything is so big or mutated here.”

“How?”

The boy shrugged, “Animals and plants experience different reactions to the dust, plants got weirder, animals got weirder, if you lived in a cage then the animals probably didn’t get enough gross air to mutate rapidly but I’m sure your animals are a little strange too.”

Jake thought about the progressively smarter rats and the birds that had started to mimic human noises. Maybe that part was true.

“Is there a hospital around here?” Jake continued with his earlier questions.

“Uh,” the boy made a face of concentration, “Well, there's a tavern that helps you out if you need. There's a lady that does medical services around here somewhere but we weren't on good terms last we talked so I don’t know where she is anymore. The town has a lot of places but we’re pretty far away. I could maybe- wait, why?” he flicked his eyes over Jake, eyes catching on his nose and cheeks then the scrapes on his arms and legs then his ankle then back to his face, “Oh my stars I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize you were so beat up! Are you ok? Did you just escape? Are you by yourself? Are there others?”

“I-i’m by myself?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The stranger sombered.

“I, what? No, I, I didn’t escape from anywhere?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Do I look like I escaped prison or somethin?”

“Well, some kids call it prison.”

“Call what prison?”

The boy tilted his head, left eye squinting, “The, uh, places. The testing sites.”

“Testin sites?”

“Uh, training grounds?”

“The last thing I remember was being in the hospital with my sister, I don’t know about any other place.”

“Oh, sorry, I just saw the uniform and it reminded me of my old one. Many kids just sorta wear them until they get picked up or find something better, I just sort of assumed. Sorry.”

Jake stared at the boy for a second trying to connect the odd puzzle pieces strewn about but it was like he was staring at pieces for a different puzzle than the picture in front of him suggested.

“So, do you need help getting all patched up?” The boy asked, pulling a medical kit from his backpack.

“I can do it, if you wouldn’ mind sharin, I don’ have a way of payin you back.”

“No, you're good, I got it to be used, might as well use it right?” The boy opened the box and slid it over to Jake, scooting closer to most likely help.

“I don’ need yer help,” Jake said, trying to scoot away without moving his ankle but failing and wincing at the shooting pain.

“Oh, uh, ok, are you sure? I can at least get the cuts on your face since you wouldn’t be able to see them. Or maybe help with your ankle, it can be hard dealing with that kind of injury by yourself.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Jake hissed as he carefully stuck the cigarette lighter he was still clutching behind his ear before pouring antibiotics on his arm.

“Ok, let me know if you need anything I guess,” The boy smiled, leaning against the wall but not scooting back to where he had been.

Jake started to wipe the dirt from the wounds, hissing, “Have you seen a 15 year-old girl ‘round here? She’s got dark brown hair, tan skin, ‘nd eyes like mine.”

“No sorry, were you guys traveling together?”

“No, listen, she has stardust, stage 4, she was in the hospital last night, and I was with her, I fell asleep right next to ‘er. N’then I woke up ‘ere n’ I don’t know ‘ow I got ‘ere, n; I don’know where I am,” his breath started to shake as he pressed a bandaid over a scrape, “N’ I don’t know where she is, n’ I don’know h’w long it’s been,” he poured more hydrogen over a different wound, “N’I don’know if I’m ok, but I jus’ need t’know were my sister is.”

“Ok, yeah, let's start from the beginning then, yeah? What hospital were you at?”

“D-20 Hope Hospital for the Helpless.”

“That's a horrible name.”

“I didn’ choose it. “

“Yeah, whoever did though, they are not good at naming things.”

“It was Charles Hope, some rich guy who bought the ‘ospital ‘is sister worked at to prove that she was ‘elpless without ‘im.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Then he went ‘n lived in The Center n’ pretend he never lived in the outskirts until he was murdered.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, so, this hospital was in D-20?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, well, my watam’s dead but if it wasn’t I would look them up for you.”

Jake made a noise of compliance, pretending he knew what a watam was while psyching himself up enough to deal with his ankle.

“I can do your ankle for you,” the boy said.

Jake thinned his eyes at him, nothing in his voice had seemed disingenuous, but it hadn’t really seemed thoughtful or pitying. Come to think of it, his voice, though tinged in a sleepy syrup, was quite monotone and devoid of emotion. Jake scrunched his nose at him, the boy raised an eyebrow in confusion as response.

“I got it,” Jake mumbled, scrunching his brows and inhaling as he leaned forward, trying to dig up the memory of caring for his wrist.

Zoey hadn’t been there at the time, she had been in school, this was when he was only allowed to go to school every other day. Instead he had picked himself up from the sidewalk as the door behind him slammed shut and inspected his wrist, it had begun to swell and turn an angry red.

His ankle was in a similar fashion, throbbing and swelling around the joint as it started to turn color.

He had applied pressure to his wrist first and looked up what to do at the library. It had informed him to rest, it had said not to use his wrist for at least 48 hours.

He’d try to baby his ankle but there was no way he was going to sit here for 48 hours.

The second step was ice to stop the swelling.

He didn’t have that so he’d just have to deal with it.

The third step was to compress the wound.

Jake grabbed the role of compression bandaging and started to stretch it across his ankle like the people he’d seen in the hospital. He’d helped some people with sprains before but they had never used actual ace wrap, they had used ripped cloth instead. The fabric quickly became bulky and chunky around his foot looking like a small tan beehive had eaten it. He frowned, unwrapping his ankle and trying again.

“I’ve wrapped ankles before,” the boy suggested with a small smile.

“I got it,” Jake grumbled, frown deepening as he focused on evenly applying the wrap.

This time it seemed too tight, he held the end in place, watching his toes change color for a moment before exhaling violently and letting the fabric unravel again.

“Ok, so you were at this hospital in D-20, then what happened?” The boy continued, seemingly dropping his offers of help, yet Jake noticed his eyes watching the process with an analytical gaze, twitching whenever Jake seemed to mess something up, fingers moving like they were imagining the correct movements.

“That’s it, I fell asleep there, then woke up ‘ere,” Jake said, starting his next attempt.

“Nothing else?”

“Well,” Jake stopped for a moment, thinking, “I mean there was one thing out’a the ordinary.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I ‘ad a nightmare. I think.”

“You think?”

“I think, most people, would call it a nightmare, yeah.”

“What made this nightmare different from anything else?”

Jake looked at the boy a moment, he didn’t make eye contact, just sort of, stared at his face; “I don’t dream.”

“You’ve never dreamt before?”

“Nope,” Jake popped the p, going back to his ankle.

“Man, I wish I didn’t dream,” the boy huffed as Jake looked up at him again. After a moment of silence the boy gave a small quizzical smile, “What? Why are you staring at me? Did, did I say something weird?”

Jake shook his head just slightly, frowning a bit; “Yer weird.”

He went back to trying to wrap his foot, but the boy guffawed;

“Wh-eh, I. I am not the weird one here. I am perfectly normal.”

“So I’m the odd one?”

“I mean, you're weirder than me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Explain?”

“Uh, well, I mean, you, have, an, odd fashion sense.”

“I didn’ choose my outfit today, we established, I woke up ‘ere against my will.”

“I, then, you, were sitting in a hole by yourself.”

“You jumped in ‘ere to sit by yerself, I fell in, also against my will.”

The boy tilted his head, left eye squinting slightly, maybe Jake wasn’t being polite, actually no, he wasn’t, you weren’t supposed to call people weird, even if it was true. He usually wasn’t so loose lipped with his opinions, maybe he was being a bit weird today.

“What makes me the weird one then,” the boy asked.

Well, if he was going to be given permission to speak his mind he wasn’t going to turn it down. “You jumped in ‘ere like a ragdoll hittin’ the floor, I thought you broke somethin’ fer sure. Then you casually mentioned bein’ kidnapped for two months like it was nothin’. Ya dress weird.”

“I’m wearing a very lovely turtleneck tucked into loose cuffed jeans, and brown boots.”

“Yeah, I ‘ave eyes, but,” he clicked his tongue, “That’s rich people clothin’, not ta mention, yer bag looks very nice-”

“Thank you.”

“Wasn’t really a compliment. You also speak funny.”

“I do not.”

“You ‘ave an accent.”

“You have an accent.”

“You sound like one’a those uppity people from like, D-2, maybe even D-1.”

“I do not, those people are annoying.”

“Yeah but you speak like ‘em, all prim‘n proper, not’a mention you are very monotone, like, do you have emotions?”

“I have emotions.”

Jake gave him a look like he was waiting for an example, but the boy just gave a small pout and a ‘hm’.

“I guess you have, like, borderline emotions,” Jake conceded with a shrug, going back to his ankle.

“What does that even mean?” The boy.

“I use’ta read a lot’a books ‘n stuff ‘bout faces ‘n body language. Even people who are tryin’ to mask their emotions are readable. You can see the way they put on fake emotions to cover their real ones. You can watch how someone breathes, or flicks their eyes, or taps their toes n’ figure out a person like a puzzle.”

“Ok?”

“Yer like, the box of a very plain puzzle, maybe a four piece puzzle.”

“Well, that means I have something to figure out.”

“It means there nothing to figure out. It’s just,” Jake waved a hand, gesturing at the boy in general, “Very bland.”

“Ow.”

“You also have fangs an’ yer eyes sparkle, like, shiny jewels I guess.”

“Oh! I have answers for those! See I have fangs because, genetics, probably.”

“Probably?”

“Mh, and my eyes sparkle because, um, yeah.”

“That’s not an answer, r’there other people with sparkly eyes in this forest?”

“Actually, yeah, there's a few, so maybe that's also a genetic thing,” the boy snapped his finger, pointing to Jake like he solved something.

Jake blinked, then nodded, “Ok.”, he went back to his ankle.

“Whatever. So, you had a nightmare then woke up, in, this, hole? No you fell in.”

“Yes, I woke up near this town or, uh, this weird place, then I walked ‘round ‘til I fell off a roof n’ ended up in ‘ere.”

“How did you go from an entire roof to under a tree and not die?”

“I rolled.”

“Rolled?”

“The buildin’ was slanted, I rolled down it’s side then into the hole.”

“Oh.”

There was silence for a moment as Jake finished wrapping his ankle with a smug smile.

“You wrapped that wrong,” the boy said, leaning forward like he wanted to grab at the bandaging himself.

“What? No, it’s compressin’ my ankle, like it’s suppos’ta.”

“Sure, but you're gonna lose feeling in your toes soon, also just because it’s applying pressure doesn’t mean it’s doing it correctly, you need to make sure it's evenly applying pressure.”

“It’s fine,” Jake snapped.

The boy closed his outstretched hands swiftly, leaning back, and oh, this was it, this was the point where Jake had passed the line. He’d been testing his luck with his runny mouth but to snap at someone who was putting on an air of ‘just wanting to help’ was too much. This was when the boy would suddenly switch up, a haughty righteous anger in his voice as he said something about Jake’s arrogance or pride.

This was when the boy would snap back, saying Jake probably deserved the injury, that he hoped it was broken. Maybe he’d even throw something, no, Jake’d crossed the first line but he hadn’t passed that level yet he didn’t think.

Maybe he’d glare and climb out the hole, leave Jake to figure it out for himself since obviously he didn’t want any help right?

“Sorry,” Jake murmured, gluing his eyes to the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the boy lean further into the wall and shrug with a tight lipped smile. “Nah, I kept pushing that’s on me.”

Jake scrunched his brows at the answer but didn’t move.

“Ok,” the boy said, holding the back of his hand up lazily, Jake tensed, maybe he had pushed it past that line. Maybe this guy was more prone to acts of violence than others. “So you fell asleep at a hospital in D-20,” the boy dropped a finger and Jake released his tension just slightly, “Then you had a weird dream,” he dropped another finger, “Woke up near a, what did you call it?”

“Weird place.”

“A weird place, then you walked around the forest until you fell in here. That’s all?” He pointed his still up thumb at Jake.

“That’s all”

“Ok, uh, so what do you wanna do next?”

“Get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s where my sister will be.”

“And you know that how?”

“Well, she,” Jake cleared his throat, “they ‘ave no reason to move ‘er.”

“Someone moved you.”

“But I’m not sick

“Does the hospital make a habit of moving non-sick people?”

“Well, no-”

“So why would they move you?”

“I don’know, maybe it was an accident.”

“They accidentally moved you from a hospital bedroom, to outside of the terrarium, to the middle of the forest?”

“Well, somethin must’ve ‘appened, I’ll just have to find my way back and find out.”

The boy hummed, “I don’t know, that’s gonna be pretty hard.”

Jake snorted tapping his foot that was slowly going numb; “Please, people are constantly runnin’ in’n’out o’ the enclosures all the time. Last week some dude ran out ‘cause he said he was gonna prove that aliens existed n’ad taken over the rest of the planted but he literally returned n’hour later with a broken leg, cryin because the wasteland was too much for ‘im.”

“People haven’t been able to leave the terrariums without permission for a while though? They shut down the borders years ago.”

“What, no, that was a just a rumor, nothins been set in stone yet.” Jake started to loosen the wrap.

“No?” The boy began slowly, tilting his head, “That was, ages ago. They closed to borders and secured the perimeter like, eons, ago.”

“No,” Jake squinted at the stranger, “That guy literally crossed the glass wall last week. Not’a mention I’m pretty sure my friends crossed the borders between districts not too long ago.”

“No, they shut down the borders eons ago, back in uh, 31, 50… 8, I wanna say.”

Jake felt something cold slitter through his veins and grip his lungs; “Yeah,” he began slowly, the idea of what might be happening starting to thaw out, “And, it is, 3158,”

The stranger tilted his head, left eye squinting a bit as he made a look of concern and confusion.

“No,” he began slowly, and somewhat gently as if talking to a small child, which, in reality, Jake was, right? “It's 3169.”

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

⭐️Hello hello, introducing a new character, who could they be? Jake just can't seem to catch a break, if it's not waking up vomiting, it's finding out your in the wrong year. 🌙

#original character #original story #oc #story #dystopian story #Jake Lunes #Oc #Oc story #original characters #new character #oooh #who could it be #dystopian #mystery #mysteries #this guy just can't catch a break #:(#poor guy

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Season 1 AU. After the events at the Byers house, during that time when Nancy has broken up with him, Steve decides he's turned over a new leaf and so must everyone else. Nicole, Carol, Tommy H. He catches Tommy getting into a fight with one of Eddie's sheep and tells him to knock it off.

Eddie who was about to come in swinging is impressed. And maybe develops a little crush on new Steve.

Steve starts becoming a hard ass on and off the court, pushing his friends to be better people and in Tommy's case a better player. The coaches at first tell Steve to go easy on the team, but when they start seeing the results, they back off and let him at it.

He pushes Tommy to get counseling from Ms Kelly for his anger issues. And it works.

So Steve starts branching out and targeting other bullies and not just his friends.

He breaks up what he will later learn was a deal gone wrong between Eddie and a football player, causing Eddie to blurt "Marry me!"

Steve laughs and tells him to buy him dinner first.

Eddie is mortified. And all the Corroded Coffin boys make fun of him for it.

But Steve starts popping up wherever Eddie is and his poor little cynical heart can't handle it.

Steve is being nicer to people. Including a certain blonde trumpet player in Mrs Click's class. He tells her he has a problem remembering names, but asks her for help in the class (he lost his study buddy, Nancy and picks Robin.)

Now Steve can't be everywhere and so the bullies start being more slick about it. Taunts and sneers. Hip checks and "accidental" tripping.

But one of these bullies target Gareth, a freshman. One of the varsity basketball players, a senior.

So Steve challenges the guy to a game of one on one. If this dude loses, he'll give up his place as captain and make it Steve. If Steve loses, he'll give up basketball and his one man mission to stop the bullying.

Nancy who was in the hall at the time turns to one of her friends and asks her if that was as hot as she thought it was it. The other girl can only nod.

Everyone shows up to this game. And the bully is confident. There is no way that this scrawny little junior is going to best him.

Only for Steve to win.

Everyone is stunned.

Afterwards, Eddie asks if that date was still on the table. Steve laughs and says he'd been waiting all month for Eddie to ask.

Nancy who was one her way to ask Steve to take her back, is upset when she overhears this conversation. She lost her chance with Steve.

Which of course changes season 2 because now that King Steve is king for a different reason, Billy's antics get shut down fast. Not just by Steve, but Carol and Tommy, too.

The possibilities are juicy on how else it changes things.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #season 1 au

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zeijia · 9 months

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꒰ᐢ..ᐢ゛everyone gets a turn !!

info; you're Isagi Yoichi's sweet girlfriend, who also had done a dirty deed with his friends.

featuring. ITOSHI RIN, NAGI SEISHIRO, BACHIRA MEGURU, CHIGIRI HYOMA !! [SEPERATE] x AFAB!READER

cw. oral, cheating, degration, praise, mommy kink, tit fucking, choking, gagging, riding, clothed grinding, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

CHAPTER II >0<

Your boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, has always been a sweet and caring boy. He was always giddy, he showers you with love and care, and he's always by your side. He was also friendly, too. So you knew his friends after a few months of dating. Isagi's friends were your friends, too. Isagi wasn't oblivious, except for one thing.

It's the fact his friends have all had a taste of pleasure with you.

But how could you bring yourself to tell him that? It would break his poor heart. He was a sweetheart, a certified lover boy. So there was no way you could tell him that. So here you are, cheating on your boyfriend.

ITOSHI RIN was the first guy to have a taste of you. He hated your boyfriend. He considered Isagi as his rival, and he would do anything to beat Isagi. It annoyed him when Isagi introduced such a pretty thing to them, being extremely affectionate with you, calling you these stupid endearments, and you were doing the same, too. It was annoying, and Rin couldn't stand that. The fact that Isagi had gotten himself such a gorgeous lady made his rage towards Isagi grow further. He saw how happy you are with isagi, smiling and talking to his friends, and even talking to him. You looked up to him, like literally, since he was a tall guy, after all. Your doe eyes would always give him goosebumps, he wondered, what would you look like looking up to him with those eyes as you sucked his dick off like your life depended on it? Well, that was exactly what was happening now.

“Go on, take it. You can do it, doll.” he coos, his hand gripping the back of your skull as he pushed your head further, causing you to take more of his huge cock. Muffled whines were heard from you as he kept on pushing you forward, forcing you to take down his dick, and fucking your throat. Your eyes widened when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you looked up at him. That's the view Itoshi Rin wanted to see. Your pretty eyes all teary, a blush on your cheek, and your mouth stuffed full with his cock. “fuck… what a whore.” he groaned out, throwing his head back on the sofa as you started sucking down on his cock, his heavy hand still on your head, his thumb giving your hair a few strokes. “I wonder what Isagi would do if he saw this.” Rin scoffed, and you whined with the thought of your boyfriend catching you two, sending vibrations down his cock. “Fuck- good, that's it.” a half smirk was present on Rin's face, as he looked down once more at you, your tears now streaming down your face as you proceeded to suck him off.

He then grabbed your hair, and started bobbing your head on his cock, causing you to gag. “Ah fuck.. yeah, just like- ngh, just like that.” he grunted, looking at your face as you proceeded to choke and gag on his cock, he loved this sight, he loved seeing you take his fat dick on your mouth. “That asshole's a lucky bastard, tch.” he muttered out, in annoyance on how Isagi's gotten you, on how Isagi probably stuffed up your cunt and turned you into a moaning mess for him. He was annoyed, and proceeded to go faster, causing you to whine. You had no control, and Rin was being too harsh with you, but you can't deny that you don't like it. You loved it. A few more minutes of you throttling on his cock, and he finally came down your throat. He pulled away from your mouth, and more spurts of his cum spilled on your pretty face, the sight gave him an ego boost, it was his way of saying 'fuck you, Isagi.' , it felt like he had won something against Isagi. “now this is more like it.”

NAGI SEISHIRO who didn't seem to care when Isagi introduced a girl, but something caught his attention. Your chest. It was.. well, he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He knew it would be wrong if he did something to his friend's girl, but hey, what would go wrong if he doesn't find out? His logic was simple. He thought having a raging hard dick in his sweatpants each time he thinks of you was such a hassle, which is why he invited you over in disguise that you two would only play some games he bought. So why are you here, sitting down on his bed, your cardigan thrown away somewhere in his room, him laying down as you pushed your breasts together, squeezing them down on Nagi's cock? “l-like this, nagi?” you asked, you were rather shy, the blush on your face visible as you looked up at him. “mph- mhm. Yeah, just like that..” he murmured, as you slowly started to rub your breasts together on his cock. “does it.. feel good, seishiro?” you asked, your focus on how his dick twitched once you started moving your boobs together. “yes.. ah! shit, feels good..” he whimpered out, your lips kissing the tip of his cock and giving it kitten licks. “mfff….hah, just like that, just like that… mommy.” he groaned, feeling your warm tongue suck the tip of his cock and your round breasts rubbing against his length.

You were slightly surprised when Nagi called you 'mommy', but you figured he wanted to be taken care of. Isagi told you Nagi was a slacker, and how lazy Nagi is outside the field. With those thoughts on your head, you looked at the snowy haired boy, sweat dripping on his face and neck, whimpers, groans, and grunts being heard from him. A sly smile crept up on your face, “there, there, seishiro. Mommy will take care of you, okay?” you chuckled, taking his tip back on your mouth and rubbing your breasts faster, and that earned a moan from him. “wanna cum, wanna cum, mommy please.. ah-!” his breath hitched, and you felt his dick twitch again, and you pulled his tip out of your mouth, as warm liquid came out of his dick, making a mess on your breasts.

Nagi let out a long sigh, and his gaze looking back at you. “good boy, seishiro.” you smiled at him, before crawling towards him and giving him a pat in the head. He then pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap, his dick resting just under your ass, as he gave your nipple a teasing bite. “wanna make you feel good too, mommy.”

BACHIRA MEGURU who was Isagi's self proclaimed best, best, bestest friend. You found his extraordinary behavior funny, it amused you every time Bachira would do silly things in public with no shame at all. You never suspected Bachira to be the type to be possessive, obsessive, or anything dark whatsoever.

Bachira had always been a ball of sunshine, his optimism always cheered you up, even during times you and Isagi would have a little quarrel, Bachira would be there for you to hear you rant on about Isagi and cheer you up afterwards. By cheering up, it means eating you up and murmuring sweet nothings as he laps on your cunt.

“I'm sure he doesn't mean it, pretty.” Bachira murmured, as he kissed your clit before sucking back on it, his two fingers prodding on your hole. “I'm sure he'll apologize,” he breaks contact with your clit, as his two fingers toyed with your throbbing hole. “and everything will be alriiiiiiight soon.” he smiled, dipping down on your clit again, bullying it with his skilled tongue. Bachira never failed to cheer you up, to make you feel good. “hngh.. meguru-! ah.. no-not there!” you moaned out, as he curled his fingers inside your cunt, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers were long and it never made you feel empty, it went along with his tongue that was so fucking skilled, it alone could make you come undone. You threw your head back on the sofa, seeing stars as Bachira was skillfully eating you out and fingering you.

“See? He's already calling.” Bachira smiled, looking at your phone that was beside you as he pulled his tongue away from your clit, his fingers still playing with you. “go on, answer him.” Bachira spoke and handed you the phone, his voice laced with mischief. Your head was in a haze, as you took the phone and answered your boyfriend. “Hey, Y/n, uh.. I know I was a jerk..” your boyfriend Isagi trailed off, talking about his mistakes and what he did wrong and apologizing to you. He was being genuine and sincere with you, but you didn't even get a single thing he said.

Why? Because you were focused on the pleasure Bachira was giving you. His tongue abusing your poor clit, his fingers curling inside your cunt, and you tried not to make any noise as you felt your stomach tighten a knot forming in your stomach as you whispered to bachira, “'m gonna cum..!” you hushed him, signaling him to stop, but he only gave you a half-assed smirk and continued further, causing you to use your other hand to cover your mouth, “and that's that. I'm sorry, please forgive me, Y/N. I didn't mean it.” your boyfriend finished whatever he was saying, but you also finished and came undone on Bachira's tongue and made a mess on his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, seeing stars as you sighed out, trying to come down from your peak of pleasure.

Bachira gave you a wink, and the sigh sounded like those sighs your girlfriend would give you after hearing your apology, and Isagi did not suspect anything. “Okay.. I accept your apology, Yoichi.. 'm sorry too..” you muttered on the phone, and your other hand gave Bachira a pat in the head. Little does Isagi know that, that “sorry” had two meanings.

CHIGIRI HYOMA who you considered to be your best friend out of Isagi's friends. Chigiri was sassy, and he had an attitude, too. You easily got along with him, both of you talking about skin care products, hair products, lotions, all of those stuff. Isagi smiled at you two's friendship. He was happy that you could have a relatable talk with someone in his circle of friends cause they were all boys. You trusted Chigiri, alot. He was always giving you advice, and you two became close. He would tell you some gossip he heard, and you would tell him gossip from your college in return. One day, he invited you to watch movies at his place, just a normal, friendly, and casual hang out for close friends.

But somehow, you're on his lap, grinding your clothed pussy lazily at his crotch. “geez.. we only agreed for movies.” he sighed, placing his hands on your waist. “Though, I suppose I wouldn't mind a little activity.” he added, and that gave you the signal to take your panties off, and he did the same, swiftly taking his underwear off, before you went back crashing onto his lips, and crawling back to his lap, his hand pressing back on your ass, as you made yourself comfortable. You looked at his dick, he was hung. He was.. big. You gulped, wondered if you could take that in. “What's the matter? Have you and Isagi never done it?” Chigiri queried, getting a load at your expression. “We have but-” you paused, “it's just so… big.” you shyly admitted “so is Isagi that small?” he teased, a giggle following after. You couldn't possibly respond after that. It was awkward. “alright, let's get serious now, go, ride me.” he quickly averted his gaze back to you, as you nodded and inserted his length down on your pretty pussy.

Your wetness coating his dick, as it went inside. Slowly but surely, it found itself home and cozy inside your cunt as you nuzzled your head on the crook of his neck. “you're so.. fucking tight.” Chigiri grunted, as he slowly started thrusting, and you rocked along with his rhythm, bouncing on his cock. “you're like a virgin, first time being fucked by a cock this big?” he teased you, pulling you into a deep heated kiss as your hips moved in sync with his. Each thrust made you see stars. “haaah.. hyoma.. so- ah! hngh.. so good..” you moaned out, “oh I bet it does." The steady pace got you feeling comfortable, and it caught you off guard when he started thrusting faster. “ah-! wa-wait.. hyo-hyoma!” you mewled out, as he continued to thrust despite your protests. “sorry pretty.” he grunted, the fast pace made you feel so so good.

A new found feeling you never thought would come. Isagi was often soft with you, he would be slow and steady unless you tell him to or when he's frustrated, but Chigiri.. his speed was something else, and his cock being buried so deep inside you made you feel insane pleasure. You might just cum right away. “i-i'm gonna.. cum! gonna cum, hyoma- ah!” you whined out, a smirk was present in Chigiri's face, as he only thrusted faster and harsher. You were crying, wrapping your arms around him, babbling nonsense and chanting his name like some prayer. Music to Chigiri's ears. It wasn't long before your pleasure washed you over. And no, it wasn't any ordinary orgasm you'd experience, you squirted.

“holy- fuck, never knew you were a squirter.” Chigiri gasped, witnessing how you squirted on his cock, and your body tensed up. “do that again.” he stated, his voice stern. Chigiri knows what he wants, and he's getting it. Something tells you this will be a very, very, long day.

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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Hi I hope you’re doing well! Can I request an azriel x feysands daughter reader fic where azriel leaves velaris and the inner circle temporarily after elain chooses lucien over him. He comes back like 50 years later and at that point rhys and feyre have two kids, nyx and reader. Azriel meets reader at a bar and the bond snaps, azriel is so shocked by the bond snapping that he doesn’t notice that she looks just like rhys and feyre. After going on dates and stuff, reader introduces azriel to her parents and everyone is hella confused.

Small World

Warnings - best friends daughter, implied smut, angry rhys

A/N - Azriel can't catch a break. Poor guy. Also, peep this cute divider from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Part Two is Here

Azriel held your hand tight as you two walked through Velaris. You were running late to a family dinner where he'd be meeting your parents, brother, and a few other people for the first time.

He watched familiar streets passing by, shadows grown eerily quiet. You stopped at a familiar restaurant, one he had frequented over 20 years ago. He came here with Rhys and Cassian almost weekly before they became mated, and he left the Night Court for 20 years.

He had told you his story of a beautiful love forbidden to him due to her mating bond. He had told parts of his past, of his journeys outside of night, of the past years he had spent healing.

He had been back in Velaris for almost 3 years. 2 of which were spent solely with you.

You had been moving into the apartment next to his when you two crossed paths. You had been struggling to carry a heavy box, so he had taken it from you, helping you get it into your apartment.

That quick interaction turned into nights spent reading together so you both weren't alone. Then coffee in the mornings. Then days spent shopping. Evenings spent out to dinner.

You two spoke about everything.

Well.

Almost everything.

Families were a mostly banned topic.

Azriel knew you had a brother 5 years older than you. He knew both of your mother was involved in your life, as well as married and mated. He knew you had 2 blood aunts, one of which was married, one of which was not. He knew your father was a banned topic.

You knew he had 2 blood brothers, the ones who had scarred his hands, 2 chosen brothers, and several others he considered family. That his mother was wonderful, that he hoped his father found a shallow grave.

But you had told him bringing family into your love life normally ended poorly.

And he had told you he had not been around or spoken to his found family since he left.

You two closed that book, choosing to be just you and him.

You stopped before hitting the private back room Azriel had been in many times. "As a reminder, my dad and brother are dicks."

Azriel leaned down kissing you softly. "I can handle a few assholes, angel."

You sighed heavily. "Just remember, I didn't tell you because they ruin everything. Please." He nodded again, resting his forehead on yours.

You two stood there breathing for a few seconds as he ran a hand through your sandy blonde hair. "Let's just go in. An hour," he murmured, moving to kiss your neck. "One hour and then we go home."

Home.

The cabin you two had just purchased and moved into.

Small. Intimate. Cozy.

Everything you two both didn't know the other never knew.

Everything you two wanted as soon as the bond snapped a couple months ago.

You shared one last kiss, opening the door.

Your father and mother had their backs to you, speaking with your brother who instantly paled the second he saw who you were with.

Azriel had gone stiff, eyes locked with a shocked Cassian.

Nesta almost dropped her wine with a gasp, handing flying to her mouth as she stepped back and shook her head.

Azriel looked at you again. Studying you harder.

Sandy blonde hair.

Button nose.

High cheek bones.

Part illyrian.

Eyes that reflected starlight.

Eyes that were near violet.

Rhysand's eyes.

"Mom, dad," you approached them, ignoring the tension in the room and pulling Azriel with you.

Rhys turned first, whiskey glass shattering in his grip before a look of shock and anger hit him. Feyre immediately turned after that. She was too stunned to move. "This is my mate and boyfriend-"

Elain whispered before you could finish, eyes watering with sadness and hope, "Azriel."

Rhys nodded, scratching his jaw. "I know who he is, babygirl."

Azriel watched you as you looked between them before your face fell. "You're that Azriel."

Feyre clapped her hands, forcing light and air into the room. "Let's sit and eat! This is a um, lovely, surprise. We should all be excited!"

Aunt Elain immediately moved, sitting on Azriel's other side. His hand found yours under the table, lacing your fingers together. Your father sat across from him, mother to one side, Cassian to the other. Nyx sat next to Nesta and her Elain as you all eat at the circled table.

"So where have you been," Nyx refused to be intimated by the situation, secretly filing this away as an example of why he was the better child. "And when did you start seeing my sister?"

Azriel shifted, clearing his throat. "I spent the last 17 years traveling the world. I've been back in Velaris for 3 years. I started seeing y/n 2 years ago."

Cassian drank his beer as if it was water before setting the mug down and refilling it. "You have been back for 3 years and didn't think to yourself that you should go visit your brothers?"

"I wasn't ready."

"But you were ready enough to fuck my daughter as a revenge move?"

"Rhys!" "Dad!"

Rhys put a hand up to your mother and gave you a look. "You would feel the same had it been Elain who ran, Feyre Darling. And you," he turned towards you. "You should have told me who he was."

"Do not speak to her like that. She is not a child."

Nesta looked up, sending a silent prayer to the Cauldron. "She is my child," Rhys growled. "You've been bedding your niece."

Nesta slammed her hands down, "Enough! She is not his niece by blood, and she is clearly upset. If you all cannot be civil, I'm taking y/n home." The room went silent with Lady Death's power flickering through it. "This is the first real family meal we have gotten to have in 20 years," a sad gaze met Azriel's. Guilt shook him, reminding him if the friendship he and Nesta had formed. The friendship he had abandoned. "Can we please just enjoy it."

You were uncomfortable, tears beginning to form as his scarred hand refound yours under the table and squeezed. Rhys nodded, going back to his food as the sound of utensils barely scraping and drinks being poured filled the air.

You should have put two and two together.

Scarred hands.

Massive wingspan.

Mysterious male.

Pretty dagger.

Of course he was that Azriel. The Azriel your Aunt Elain had been pining for for years now.

The Azriel who left in the dead of night leaving only a note.

The Azriel whose seat sat empty your whole life as your dad's stare always lingered on it.

You squeezed his hand back, glancing at the white wine on the table and your empty glass. It was a rare occurrence for you to drink, but now seemed like the perfect time. "Daddy, can I have some wine please?"

You hadn't thought about that either as two deep male voices replied as they reached for the wine, "Of course, baby."

The silence was deafening. Your real father too stunned to speak, Azriel's face growing red with embarrassment.

Cassian, always the joyful uncle, broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, as did your mother. The two of them gripping each other tightly as your father sat blinking over and over, trying to erase this moment from him mind.

It was then the tears fell, and you stood, leaving them to eat as you went into the bathroom.

Azriel and Rhys stared at each other. "We have to get through this for her. You have to get over it. It would have happened regardless of me being here or me leaving."

Rhys growled. "You left without warning, without consulting us, without-"

"You told me to do whatever I needed do to move on and prevent war with Autumn and Day. I did what I had to. I got help, I saw the world, I moved on. I did not plan on coming home and meeting y/n. I didn't even know she was yours until tonight." Azriel took a deep breath before turning to Nesta. "She needs you. Please."

She stood, her and Feyre went after the young female without hesitation. Nyx stood, offering an arm to Elain and forcing her from the room as his father and uncles, well, uncle and soon to be brother, spoke. "You want to talk about fucked up abandonment, Rhys? Where the hell have you been the past two years of her life?"

"Do not speak to me about things you do not understand or know about."

"How can he know," Cassian started gently. "How can he know how we're all working on fixing our relationships with her if we don't tell him. We aren't innocent, Rhys. Maybe this is the first step. Accepting them, loving them despite everything," a silent message was sent to Azriel through Cassian's eyes, "Maybe that's what it takes to bring y/n home."

Rhys looked up, eyes being to line with tears. "What does she say about me?"

Azriel sighed, drinking his whiskey heavily. "That her father favored her brother. Despite his power and ability to look and find the truth, he believed her brother without hesitation and would punish her for his actions at times. That he threatened her once by reminding her that as an illyrian, and as a female, her worth was in whom she was sold to."

Azriel watched the visible flinch. "I can't help but to wonder how bad the argument must have been for that to have been what you said to her."

"I caught her with Tamlin," Rhysand's voice broke. "I caught them whispering about running away together. About sailing somewhere and living out their lives, just the two of them now that he handed Spring over to his heir. She didn't know what he had done to Feyre, who he was. I," Rhys shook his head. "I lost my shit without explaining. Tamlin also didn't know she was mine. I hid her so well for her protection. To prevent anyone from trying to purchase her. I did such a great job protecting her that my protection backfired and she began to rebel."

Cassian sighed softly. "She moved out because Rhys told her he gave up. That if she wanted to explore the world without his hands, without our guidance, then that's what she should go do. He set her up with enough money to last 5 years, bought that apartment complex you two live in, and sent her on her way."

"She just doesn't listen."

Azriel shook his head. "Why would she listen when she isn't heard? From her side, you treat her like your father treated Selene."

"I love her much more than my father ever loved my sister."

"Then show her," Azriel leaned back into his chair. "Show her before I take her from this place, too."

Cassian stiffened, his breathing becoming deep but strained. "They're about to come out. Y/n wants to leave."

Azriel stood, "Then we go. I won't force her to stay here. Let me know when you're ready to talk, Rhys. And if you never are, do not be surprised when I do what I have to in order to keep her safe and happy."

You were out the door quickly and into Azriel's chest, shadows pulling you two away to wherever he took you for comfort, to wherever you felt safe. Feyre turned to Rhys, fire blazing in her eyes, "Fix. This."

PS - there will be a part two

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Out With the Old (Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle x Yuu)

"Look I would get rid of this thing if I could afford a new sweatshirt." You drag the offensive article of clothing over your head completely missing the spark of curiosity and mischief in your companion's eye. "I've got a lot of bad memories associated with this."

"If it's that uncomfortable we can go look for a replacement instead of-"

"Oh no not like that, it's super comfy. I just don't like it because it technically belongs to my ex."

notes: they/them used for Yuu, some questionable behavior from Floyd and Jade because who else? This is meant to be crack. Second part can be found here (x)

Riddle- "THAT'S LITERALLY ILLEGAL???"

He is too focused on hyperventilating because it sounds like you just admitted to a crime in front of him to even think about offering you one of his sweaters. Trey and Cater have to break it down for him unpaid therapist style that no, you are not wearing stolen property (probably), borrowing clothes is just something people in relationships often do. He then further needs it explained that no, you are not still in a relationship and since you want to get rid of the shirt it sounds like things ended poorly. His friends want to try and suggest he should give you an article of his clothing to replace the offending one but he's so focused on getting you something that matches dress code that they decide to quit while they're ahead. Literally.

Trey- "You know you can always ask us if you need help, right?"

Vil's right about Trey's tendency to fuss and spoil people being a bit of a flaw; he's in tune enough with his emotions to know that he should not, for his own sake, give you one of his old sweatshirts without being honest about why he wants you to wear it. But he can't exactly deny his instincts when it comes to the people he cares about. You're cold and uncomfortable, what sort of guy would he be if he just left you all alone? Just please don't brush this off with a comment about how much of a big brother or mother hen he is; it is already going to be pure torture trying to look at you in his things in a Queen of Hearts honoring way. He doesn't need an added complex on top of it.

Cater- "Oh honey no."

Cater doesn't like keeping stuff his exes gave him either, but luckily for him he's never been in a position where that's literally only the stuff he had on him. Speaking of things, he buys a bunch of clothes off magicam he barley has time to take the tags off of before the trend goes stale. You guys should totally ditch what you were planning to do today and have a little fashion show in his room. It'll be cute and he can get a bunch of cammable shots! Just ignore the pop music club hoodie he refuses to take back because it looks "so much cuter on you." <3

Ace- "That's extremely lame prefect."

He isn't blind; you're cute and poor. Anyone would jump at the chance to let you steal a hoodie, besides Ace isn't insecure enough to be super jealous of someone you clearly hate. He knows you well enough to tell when you are silently wishing death on someone, it's all in the vocal tone. But damn if this new bit of information doesn't make things tricky. He already makes a big fuss about not needing to focus on dating right now, and with that iconic sweatshirt of yours technically belonging to an ex it's not like he can just slide you one of his without making it super obvious what he's doing. Looks like you're just going to have to take some extra teasing for a bit prefect, it's his preferred method of cope.

Deuce- "You've been here for how long and the Headmage hasn't given you any clothes?!?!"

Deuce is a good egg whose primary concern is almost always your well being. He tends to act before his common sense and emotions can catch up with his thought process, and that's exactly what happens here. The concept of you dating someone is just so... foreign to him. Not because he thinks your undesirable! It's just that you guys are always hanging out, you not being around makes him feel a bit funny inside, and not in a good way. He doesn't mention that to his mom when he texts her asking if she has any of his old clothes laying around, but she definitely knows what's on his mind. Why else would she have sent his old delinquent jacket?

Leona- "Well that explains why it smells like shit."

Let the record show that Leona is in fact, lying to you. Your clothes don't smell like anything other than you and maybe some of the musk floating around Ramshackle Dorm, but that doesn't stop you from pulling the fabric and taking a good sniff. To Leona, all this really suggests is that you've been over the person long enough that you don't care about keeping their scent around anymore. Sure, a tiny thought does worm it's ugly way into his inferiority complex that "oh they liked someone else" but his equally large ego immediately slams the emphasis on "liked" and starts thinking about how to get his scent on you. He doesn't really own too many jackets like the one you're wearing, but he does have some nice silk scarfs he could wrap you up in. Much classier than whatever trash you had previously been going out with.

Ruggie- "You wanna toss it my way then?"

Clothes are clothes are clothes, you don't see Ruggie acting like his uniform is still Leona's just because that's who originally bought it. If you are really bothered by the memories of your ex, he's willing to listen and make fun of them, assuming that will make you feel better, but this won't make him jealous. That emotion is reserved for when you share food with other people. He is dead serious about taking the sweatshirt if you don't want it, as far as he's concerned that shirt belongs to you, and he wouldn't mind having an excuse to blend your wardrobes a little bit. It would make you even closer to being a real member of his pack.

Jack- "You can just take mine."

Jack's strong sense of justice and firm moral code are definitely his only motivations for offering you one of his sweatshirts. Forcing a student to wear clothes they find uncomfortable and associate with negative memories just because they didn't have the foresight to pack something they did like for a school they didn't know they would be attending is beyond unfair. That's what he tells himself anyway, and it's not like he isn't upset on your behalf, but it's plain as day to anyone that he wants to prove that you can rely on him; he's not like that other person, he doesn't mind being alone together with you.

Azul- "If your finances really are in such dire straights you know I could-"

Revealing personal information in Azul's presence is asking to be offered a deal. Sure that little complaint might have been insignificant to you, but for Azul? He's having a full blown Sherlock style breakdown going on in his head trying to decide what his angle is. 1) The prefect has dated in the past and doesn't look on that experience favorably. Does this prevent them from dating again? Needs further analysis. 2) Giving articles of clothing is an acceptable form of human courtship, even if used. Or is it especially if used? 3) Can he convince you to burn this if he gets you a replacement or is that too petty? 4) More importantly does this mean you have a type? And how does he press for that information without appearing desperate?

Jade- "Oh? Well that sounds extremely annoying."

Jade Leech is first and foremost a messy bitch who lives for other people's misery. Sure, he is reasonably certain he's in love with you at this point, but that doesn't matter. You have a story that's filled with second hand embarrassment and a bone to pick besides he is nothing if not an enthusiastic audience. The thought of you wearing clothes that he owns wasn't something he would have thought of himself, merfolk don't typically wear them so dating customs that involve them are a bit foreign to him. He would much rather just bite you. Or give you some jewelry. both he wants to do both

Floyd- "PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME"

The instant you say that sweatshirt is from an ex he is taking off whatever shirt he is currently wearing and trying to tug off yours. Yes, even if it is his basketball jersey, and yes even if he just got back from practice. Isn't the scent supposed to be the point? He knows you miss him when he's gone, and he can get you something nicer out of his closet later. Just remember to tell everyone, even and especially if they don't ask, who gave it to you. Floyd's... nice? Enough? To not immediately burn your sweatshirt but it's up for debate if that's because he's actually being nice or if he just wants a trophy.

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 2 months

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Obey Me! Brothers React to: Under the Table Fun!

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Welcome! to this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. I don't know why I can't write the content I need to, and why I instead write weird content but uh yeah hopefully you guys like it. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

⚠︎Caution: NSFW Post⚠︎

Cw: feet, foot jobs? Exibistism? Idk tell me if I missed any warnings. I have no idea what this is but enjoy.

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Mc and the brothers are eating in the dinning hall like normal. Mc sits across the table from the character, and while everyone's eating and chatting Mc uses their feet to tease and pleasure the character. (I feel like once the brothers choose a seat at the table it never changes or a fight will break out, but we'll pretend for the scenario that sitting in different spots is allowed)

Lucifer's Reaction:

This man sits at the head of the table so good luck man. The odds of him sitting at a seat rather than the head of the table are low, but not impossible.

When Lucifer first feels something touch his leg he is surprised and suspicious, he immediately thinks it's one of his brothers pulling one of their idiotic pranks. Mans is traumatized by his brothers pranks.

..However when Lucifer glances under the table and sees it's Mc's foot he's amused. At first he thinks maybe Mc just wants to rest their feet on his lap while eating, but he quickly catches onto Mc's plans as they slide their foot up his thigh and begin rubbing it against his clothed groin. Lucifer will indulge in Mc's antics for a little bit, Lucifer may even let Mc give him a footjob under the table until everyone's eating dinner, if he doesn't think his brothers will catch them. But most likely Lucifer will stop Mc after a few minutes of indulging them. Lucifer will direct Mc's foot to a different part of his lap, allowing them to rest their leg on his lap as long as they behave and don't begin their actions again. Lucifer will even hold Mc's ankle with his non-dominant hand while he eats, no it's not cute and for comfort, hes just doing it to prevent Mc from moving their foot, don't let his trickery fool you.

Lucifer's reaction draws no attention to what's happening under the table, he's calm and collected and even when indulging Mc his face only gets a little red and he covers any sounds he makes with coughing or clearing his throat. If he gets to the point where he doesn't feel like he's hiding what's happening well, then he'll simply stop Mc's antics.

There is no way in the three worlds that Mc is getting the Avatar of Pride to cum during dinner with his brothers. An insane thought. According to him. Don't listen tho, remember nothing's impossible if you try hard enough, keep dreaming! One Lucifer is too prideful to pull his cock out for Mc to even give him a proper footjob so their job of getting him to cum with just their feet would be harder than it would be if he wasn't as prideful. Two there is no way, absolutely no way, anyone is getting this man to cum in his pants. Or so he thinks. That would destroy his ego, he's the Avatar of Pride man! That all said, Lucifer will be whisking Mc away as soon as dinner is finished, taking them to his room to finally get the release that is owed to him. After all he indulged Mc's bratty antics, and they got themselves into this situation in the first place.

Mammon's Reaction:

It's actually surprisingly hard to get a seat across from Mammon, I feel like he's the type to want to sit next to Mc on the side Mc's on, and he's not afraid to fight and complain over it, so it'll take effort.

When Mammon first feels something touch him from under the table, he helps or screams in surprise. What was he supposed to do?? It could've been a ghost or something scary! Mammon's reaction causes all the other brothers to look at him, and Mammon being Mammon he probably embarrassedly yells at Mc, so they have to play it off as wanting to scare him. Mc may wait to try again, or if they're bold enough they'll continue to try that night, it'll only take a few attempts for Mammon to adjust and get used to feeling Mc's foot touch his legs and be in his lap, so he'll eventually stop jumping and freaking out.

When Mc finally is able to get down to business and begins sliding their foot up Mammon's thigh towards his groin Mammon freezes, he tenses up and his face goes red, but he recovers quickly and eases up. He covers his face with his hand embarrassedly, but he stays silent, not throwing a fit or making a scene. Mc takes this as a sign to continue, they begin to rub their foot against Mammon's clothed bulge. Mammon will be a good boy and enjoy whatever attention Mc is giving him, he's greedy for all Mc's attention even if he is stressing. If Mc really wants to be spicy and bold, all they have to do is send Mammon a text. He'll do anything his human asks of him, even whip it out so Mc can give him a proper footjob under the table.

Mammon's Reaction does draw attention, I mean Mammon's loud and chaotic so for him to go quiet and his face to be all red, his brothers are going to be suspicious and tease him. Though his brothers probably won't catch on to what's happening unless Mc makes Mammon cum. If Mc makes Mammon cum then everyone in the room will know what's happening under the table, or at least that Mammon is cumming. Mans is too loud for his own good, couldn't even hold back if he tried, which he did.

Mc can definitely get Mammon to cum if that's what they are wanting. Mammon won't cum instantly but it won't take too much work to work Mammon off. When Mammon cums he moans loudly, even with his hand on his mouth everyone can hear it, so all attention is on him. Mammon makes his case worse, instead of trying to play it off Mammon panics and just bolts, he's gone running to his room so fast, leaving Mc with his brothers and his mess. I like to think Mc would have learned some cool spell that could just clean up the mess so they wouldn't get caught, they could just pretend they have absolutely no idea what's wrong with Mammon. Mammon is gonna be mad, he got embarrassed, humiliated even in front of his brothers, but he will get over it. He'll probably be going to Mc's room or dragging Mc to his room by the end of the night. He may even come up with a plan to try and get Mc back, though his plans usually backfire on him.

Leviathan's Reaction:

I'm almost positive that Levi canonly sits across the table from Mc, so doing this with him would be super easy. Just don't push your luck too much, Levi freaks and scares easily, if he doesn't trust that he can sit across from Mc without going through this every time then he'll just stop sitting across from Mc. So it can only be done occasionally.

When Levi first feels something touch him from under the table he freaks out, not nearly as bad as Mammon's reaction but that's because Levi freezes, he becomes a deer in headlights. He freezes his body tenses up and he looks terrified to see what's touching him. When he looks under the table and sees it's Mc's foot, he tenses up more, his face going red, if Levi could become any more frozen he would. I feel like Levi just knows what's going on, he just knows Mc's not just trying to be cute and rest their foot on his lap while eating.

When Levi feels Mc begin to slide their foot up his thigh towards his groin he knows he's done for. Levi is aroused and flustered before Mc even begins to rub their foot against his groin. Levi is frozen in place so Mc has time to tease and mess with the poor okatu. Levi will not be hard to get off, so if Mc doesn't want to put him through that they have to be careful with how much they push and tease him. No matter how long Mc messes with Levi, he'll be sweating, mans is stressing, he's an anxious frozen mess. If Levi snaps out of his panic he may take off running for his room, but he'll be sure to send Mc a D.D.D message. He may yell at Mc over text but he'll also probably beg them to come to his room and finish what they started.

Levi's reaction could cause suspicion and draw attention. It really just depends how much attention his brothers are paying to him that day, say Mc pulls this trick when Levi's in the middle of ranting, then his brothers are obviously going to notice how he suddenly freezes up and gets all flustered and sweaty. Levi darting away to his room actually doesn't cause that much suspension just because he runs away to his room so often. If Mc makes Levi cum he surprisingly won't draw too much attention, he may squeak when he cums but then he's gone, darting off to his room faster than ever before, nobody has time to see the wet spot on Levi's pants before he's out of the room, going to hide away in his room for like a week. Mans is too anxious to go to dinner for a bit.

Getting Levi to cum would be extremely easy. You don't even need to get him to whip it out, which he wouldn't do mans is too anxious for that, what if one of his brothers saw? He'd never live down the embarrassment. Depending on Mc and how fast they want the experience to be over they can have Levi cumming within the first few minutes if not seconds. Trying to give our boy the benefit of the doubt, so let's say minutes. As previously stated his reaction is so Levi like that even if he cums he won't raise suspension, just hiding in his room before anyone even realizes he got up. It doesn't matter if Mc makes Levi cum or not, they will be getting a D.D.D message, it'll probably be Levi yelling at them all embarrassedly. Mc is required to go bribe their way into his room and give him cuddles and apologies. Then Levi may end up wanting to have fun again, in the safety of his room of course.

Satan's Reaction:

Satan seems like the type to sit across from Mc, I think he sits like across to the right or left of Mc not directly across from Mc, but there are occasions when he sits directly across from Mc. So it's not too hard to do this with Satan, but it is a dangerous game to play.

When Satan first feels something touch him from under the table he tenses up, he doesn't know what to think, maybe it's one of the cats he's been hiding in his room. Maybe the cat escaped, followed the smell of food and naturally came to him to beg for food. The only way to see if his theory is right is to look and see. ...looking down Satan is puzzled when he sees it's actually Mc's foot. A million thoughts and ideas scatter his mind and he can't figure what's going through Mc's until he looks up and sees Mc's mischievous smirk. As soon as Satan catches on to Mc's plans his face goes bright red, but he doesn't make a scene or purposely draw attention. He sees what Mc's doing as a challenge, he likes winning especially against Mc. It's almost better than winning against Lucifer..almost.

When Satan feels Mc sliding their foot towards his groin he knows the challenge has started. He keeps himself calm and composed besides his face being bright red and him occasionally clearing his throat. Satan will do absolutely everything in his power to not focus on Mc rubbing their foot against his clothed bulge. Satan is thinking about everything possible, the type of stuff that's instant turn offs to him. Satan does not go silent either, he uses conversations as a distraction so he sits there chatting about the most random things possible. If Mc's doing a good job and he really needs a distraction, he'll start a random conversation with Lucifer, he thought having a conversation with Lucifer would distract him, since he knew it would piss him off. Imagine how awkward that conversation would be, mans is unintentionally drawing attention to himself. Talking to Lucifer does piss him off, but it doesn't take his attention off Mc and their actions under the table. If Satan gets mad enough he might just grab Mc and drag them off to his room in the middle of dinner. He may want to win but he's not the Avatar of Pride so he's willing to admit defeat. However if Satan can control his wrath, he'll try and make it through the whole dinner. He'll only give up if he has to, he's not cumming during dinner with his brothers right there. Do you know what Lucifer would say and think? Satan's not giving that to Lucifer, that prideful bastard would hold that over him for the rest of his life. "Satan couldn't control himself at the table" The arrogant prick would treat him like a child.

Satan's reaction does draw attention and suspension from his brothers. One he's incredibly flustered the entire time, and he's brothers are always pointing out and picking on him when he's flustered. Two he's talking about the most random things, kind of sounding like Levi, and he's only like that when he's talking about a good book or crime show, or cats. It's not that his brothers think that Satan's a "calm person", but his brothers know he can usually hold a conversation. Three, he willingly started a conversation with Lucifer, one that seemingly wasn't supposed to be a prank or an argument, that's immediately suspicious. If Mc ends up getting Satan to cum it will only draw attention because he'll stand up and just bolts to his room, which isn't normal for Satan unless he's mad.

I don't think Satan would let Mc make him cum at dinner with his brothers. Satan has some restraint, and he'll know when he's about to finish, so I feel like he'd just stand up and excuse himself, but before he actually leaves the room I feel like he'd grab Mc and drag them off to his room with him. He may want to win the challenge but he's not determined enough to cum in the middle of dinner with his brothers. If he didn't do that then he'd definitely be messaging Mc once he's in his room, Mc started this mess now they have to finish it. Doing this to Satan is dangerous as Mc has now made it fair game for Satan to get Mc back, so do expect to be experiencing pay back sometime during future meals at the house of Lamentations. Who knows, maybe Satan will be bold enough to do it somewhere besides the house.

Asmodeus's Reaction:

Like with Mammon, I believe it's hard to sit across from Asmo but not as hard as it is with Mammon. I feel like Asmo sits next to Mc because he likes being close to Mc, Asmo like Mammon complains and argues usually when he can't sit next to Mc. But all Mc would have to do is ask Asmo to sit across from them so they can stare at his beautiful face during dinner and Asmo would be all over it.

I can see this going two ways I feel like it'd just depend on Asmo's mood and how goofy and horny he's feeling, the joking way I would say is that Asmo jokingly asks Mc if they are getting friendly under the table, just to realize that Mc actually is. But in seriousness here's his reaction: When Asmo feels something touch him from under the table he squeals loudly and dramatically drawing everyone's attention to him. Asmo goes to make a huge scene, but stops when he sees what touched him under the table.

When Asmo notices it was Mc's foot that actually touched him he squeals again, but this time it's more out of excitement, he knows what Mc's up to before Mc even has to do anything. Even though Asmo has all his brothers attention on him he plays it off like a pro, Asmo will start chattering about some make up brand or something that he's just been DYING to tell his brothers, when. In all reality hes just trying to keep their attention off of what's happening under the table. Asmo's face may get a little red as Mc begins rubbing their foot against his clothed groin but he mostly plays off his arosual extremely well. Asmo will gladly let Mc do as much as they want with this situation, if Mc wants him to whip it out under the table all they have to do is send a message and he's quickly but discreetly unzipping his pants and getting it out. Getting Asmo to cum would not be too hard of a task, you just have to be really dedicated and willing to deal with any repercussions getting Asmo to cum may cause.

Asmo's reaction while it's happening is not too suspicious, his brothers may think he's being extra chatty but besides that he'd hide it really well, Asmo's the Avatar of Lust, he has done all sorts of things and knows how to mask his pleasure well. But making it so Asmo cums could be a problem, now I think he's extremely capable of not being loud when finishing if necessary, but this is Asmo we're talking about, I feel like he's saying he's blessing everyone's ears by letting them hear him finish. But he may also not want to get in trouble, because then they may stop allowing Mc and him to sit next to each other, so he may keep quiet just so it can be done again.

Getting Asmo to cum wouldn't be too hard so if that's Mc's endgame then they're in luck, cause Asmo will let it happen. Asmo has no shame cumming in his pants, he may be upset if it's his favorite pants or undergarments, but he'll just make Mc go shopping with him. If Mc had Asmo whip it out, he'll use a napkin or something so they don't make a mess, especially if he's not trying to get them caught. If Asmo doesn't moan loudly while finishing then he just casual hangs out for the rest of dinner, Asmo will whisk Mc away after dinner, if not to have more fun then to just cuddle and hang out. If Asmo can't whisk Mc away then he'll definitely send a D.D.D message, probably talking about how much fun he had and how naughty Mc is, but he'll most likely mention wanting to do it again.

Beelzebub's Reaction:

It's not incredibly hard to sit across from Beel like it is with some of his brothers. Beel enjoys just sitting at a table with everyone he cares about and eating some good food, though that doesn't mean that Beel doesn't prefer when Mc is in a closer proximity to him then not, Beel just won't make a scene cause he doesn't want to ruin a good meal.

When Beel first feels something touch him from under the table there's like no reaction at all, Man's is focused on eating, he thinks one of his brothers just kicked him whether it was on accident or because he stole some food he doesn't care he's just gonna keep munching away.

When Beel feels something sliding up the inside of his thigh from under the table he finally looks under the table. Seeing it's Mc's foot Beel is a little confused, but he doesn't mind Mc touching him so he just continues eating. When Mc starts rubbing their foot against Beel's clothes groin Beel's face may get a little red and he may make "mmm~" sounds while he's eating but other than that Mc doesn't really get much of a reaction, Beel continues eating all the same. Mc fairly mistakes the lack of reaction as a lack of enjoyment and goes to remove their foot from Beel's lap completely. Beel gently grabs Mc's ankle, moving their foot back to his clothed groin. Mc's confused until Beel ruts a little against Mc's foot while still eating the whole time. Mc gets the point and begins rubbing their foot against Beel's clothed erection. Beel munches away happily, enjoying the pleasure from Mc and enjoying his food, it's one of the best meals he ever had if not the best meal he's ever had.

Beel's reaction does not draw suspicion from his brothers, Beel is always enjoying food so him blushing or groaning in enjoyment is nothing new to anyone who's ever eaten with Beel. If Mc makes Beel cum his reaction will cause attention to be drawn just because of what happens.

Mc could make Beel cum but that's a really bad idea. Mans may start choking on the food he's scarfing down, if Beel started choking all attention is going to be drawn to him, and in a very fast manner, he'd literally be choking, man. So cumming during dinner with his brothers doesn't happen for Beel but he will sit there and enjoy Mc just rubbing their foot against his clothed erection and basically edging him until dinner is over. After dinner Beel will willingly follow Mc to their room to finish things off, Beel's a hungry man so the favor will be returned. Beel is one of the only ones that will straight up admit he wouldn't mind if Mc did it again during a different meal, it made the meal all the better for him, even if Mc doesn't do it again, it'll be memorable for Beel.

Belphegor's Reaction:

It's honestly pretty easy to sit across from Belphie, Belphie is a brat about a lot of things, but where he sits during dinner is not one of things he's a brat over as long as he's sitting somewhere around Mc. It doesn't even have to be close to Mc, as long as he can see and hear Mc he's fine and surprisingly won't throw a tantrum. So sitting across from Mc isn't going to earn any whiny remarks from Belphie.

Belphie is half asleep when he first feels something touch him from under the table. He jolts awake in surprise, causing his brothers to look at him confused. Belphie ignores his brothers's weird looks and looks under the table, seeing it's Mc's foot Belphie's tired mind is nothing but confused. He can tell by the mischievous smirk Mc has that Mc's up to no good, but he's still too half asleep to understand Mc's plan.

It's when Belphie feels Mc's foot sliding up the inside of his thigh that he realizes what Mc's planning. When Mc's foot reaches Belphie's clothed groin and begins to rub against it, Belphie's face gets bright red and his eyes go wide, even though he knew that's where this was going he feels suprised Mc was brave enough to go through with it. Belphie may have been half asleep before this but Mc's actions are enough to have the Avatar of Sloth wide awake now. Belphie is a brat, one would expect him to cause a scene or do something bratty, Belphie even expected himself to do that. But Belphie doesn't throw a fit and grab anyone's attention, nor does he try and do something bratty. Belphie moves his plate out of the way and then lays his head down on the dinning room table, not because he's tired, but because he wants to hide his flusteredness and reactions from his brothers and Mc. Belphie will keep his head laying down on the table like he's sleeping the entire time Mc does their actions, but that doesn't mean he's not enjoying it. The fact that Mc's foot is rubbing against his clothed erection is a clear sign that Belphie's aroused and enjoying it, but Belphie occasionally ruts his hips, grinding against Mc's foot which shows he's really enjoying it and being a needy brat. Like usual. Belphie is at Mc's mercy, he'll oddly be a good boy and just sit there and take whatever attention Mc will give him. Because he's an attention whore.

Belphie's reaction doesn't draw suspicion unless he cums or makes too much noise while enjoying Mc's actions. Belphie falls asleep at the table often, he falls asleep literally everywhere, honestly his brothers probably looked over to make sure he wasn't laying on food and then his brothers probably went back to doing their own thing while eating. The fake sleeping act totally would work for Belphie with this. If Belphie cums he may draw suspicion but he could play it off by saying he had a nightmare, Belphie would moan all high pitchedly because he'd be trying to hold back and not make sound, not wanting to be embarrassed by his brothers, so he may be able to say it was more of a scream in fear, but that'll earn teasing too. If Belphie can't get them to not take any lie or excuse he comes up with, he'll try and put all the blame on Mc, he's a brat.

If Mc wants to edge him til dinners over they can, if they want him to cum in his pants they just have to push him over the edge and he'll let it happen. Maybe it's the scenario, but Belphie's brain just blanks, no bratty way to combat Mc's actions, nothing but enjoying the pleasure Mc's ballsy enough to give him during a meal with his brothers. If Mc chooses to make Belphie cum they have to be willing to deal with any consequences if there are any. The rest of the brothers would def make a big deal out of it, and punishments could be dished out. Idk if they'd be the kinky kind this time man. If Mc and Belphie don't get caught he'd hide the wet stain on his pants from his mess with his little cow pillow, then after dinner he'd head up to the attic or follow Mc to their room. He's got pay back to give and then cuddles are deserved. Truthfully I don't think Belphie would mind it happening again, I could see him honestly just liking Mc keeping him awake at random times by edging him, and meals would be one of those times.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry some of these aren't as great as others, I just spaced out writing each one too much. Do you guys want a version of this where it's the brothers doing something to Mc during a meal? Let me know if so. Anyways more content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡

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