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celestiaras · 4 months

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ an exorcist’s edge ]❜

ft. meloco kyoran x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ meloco failed to exorcise a succubus who thinks that she’s super cute & came to pay her a visit┊3.1k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub meloco┊dubcon & noncon kissing, succubus reader, pet names (reader calls meloco “little” to diminish her but she is an adult), aphrodisiac/truth serum kiss (??), reader is a little shit with a tongue piercing, hate sex, an attempt at dirty talk & degradation (with a little slut-shaming), nipple play, face-sitting, 69 position, receiving & giving oral, fingering, reader doesn’t cum :(, slight possessive behavior from the reader, no aftercare

➤ author's note: meloco kyoran from nijisanji en seventh’s wave of xsoleil is beautiful, breath-taking, charming, elegant, gorgeous, wifey material, someone that i need to write for more and you should too because look at her, i can’t be the only melove on nijisanji x reader tumblr (i’m actually pretty proud of how this came out, it might be one of my fav works so far)

the kyoran family is pretty infamous among ghosts and demons alike for possessing a lineage of the most prestigious exorcists in japan since the ancient times, being one of the first humans to master fighting the supernatural and training the generations after them to carry their craft. just uttering the names of the more prominent members is enough to strike fear in the hearts of some, which really makes them the equivalent of the boogeyman in their world. hell, even when you were younger, you were always taught to stay away since going onto their lands to do so much as catch a glimpse of them was a death wish much less being curious enough to want interaction with them.

of course, that was when you were a little one, but now you’ve claimed the ranks to become one of the strongest succubi in the underworld. they would need to rally the entire family tree all over the country to even attempt a hit at you, so you come and go as you please. you’re always hiding among the tree branches or on the building roofs all over their property, having fun just pulling the strings to play petty pranks on them in your free time when you aren’t busy bedding humans.

however, the very abilities that gave you the confidence to trespass on their lands would be the very ones that got you caught as they could obviously sense of your extremely powerful aura lurking behind the shadows. instead of calling some of the elders to deal with you, they decided to turn this situation into a learning opportunity and called out the eldest daughter of the new generation to banish you to the spirit realm— the very eldest daughter that you almost didn’t believe existed since she was always confined to the indoors and was never allowed to go outside in favor of her studies.

as expected, you could tell that she possessed the same talents that her ancestors vested in her when she came to confront you with her trusty umbrella, her pronunciation of the spells was perfect and she stood tall with her weapon in hand firmly. if you were any weaker than you were now, you would have been intimidated and tried to escape before she could strike you, but you knew better than to run away in the face of a novice like her.

so you put your charms to use, elegantly flying over to her to raise her chin with her finger to make her meet your eyes and giggled, “oh, how cute you are! did the kyoran family really send a little girl like you to come after me? someone with training and no real experience, they must have a lot of faith in you!”

with just a few words from your saccharine sweet lips and smooth velvet voice, she suddenly felt her resolve to weaken as doubt began to fill her. she’s trained her entire life for moments like these, but could she actually take down someone like you? her hands began to shake and she stuttered in her words, causing the entire ritual to fall flat as the force of the summoned winds made her fly against the wall and crash onto the floor. she could only helplessly watch you float higher in the air with your wings and blow her a flirtatious kiss goodbye before leaving the premises, also leaving her to face the consequences of her failure.

you weren’t even around to watch her get slapped by the head of the household and watch her run away to the road that brought her to xsoleil, you didn’t need to since you were the one who sent the ghost who directed her. admittedly, you felt a bit bad that it had to play out like this, but she needed to get away from that toxic environment since she would never be able to hone her skills or grow as a person if the way she was being raised continued. besides, a little tragic past never hurts anyone, now she has a backstory to tell her new friends!

and so she trained to get stronger, working hard to push herself at a healthy pace with the help of the student council. before she ran away, her biggest dreams were to simply please her family and become someone for them to be proud of, but now her final goal has been to track you down before finishing the job she started. she’s truly admirable in her pursuit to kill you, but you wanted to visit her one more time before the eventual epic showdown that’ll happen in a few years. you know, to bully her and further fuel her animosity for you so that she’ll have even more motivation to destroy you— some extra character development!!

you chose a time when the neighborhood was empty so that no one could hear her scream when you broke in through the bedroom window, but it looks like she took up streaming as a hobby so the place was completely sound-proofed anyway. it wasn’t exactly a quiet entrance, alerting her even with the music playing in her headphones as she chucked the textbook she was studying in your direction by instinct before jumping out her chair to face you. you effortlessly dodged it as if the heavy pages were nothing but leaves in the wind, walking towards her with the clicking of your stiletto heels enunciating your every step.

meloco seemed to be in a panic, her long hair swishing around with every turn of her head while looking for a weapon to fend you off with. her umbrella was tucked away in her closet along with her other belongings for exorcisms, but you were blocking the way. she tried to throw some other nearby objects at you, but you just waved them off with demon sorcery to turn them on her instead.

this continued for a few minutes before you got bored and flew toward her instead, knocking her onto her twin-sized bed and pinning her down into the mattress, “hello, little me-lo-co~! i heard you’ve been training to kill me, how’s that been going for you?” she tried to fight against your grip, but you tightened your grip into her shoulder with your sharp nails digging into her skin to indicate a threat. “what, you don’t like that i paid you a visit?”

“f-fuck off!” her lower lip quivered as she cursed you out, rendering her harsh words ineffective and just making her look even cuter as you stared intensely into the flames of her soul.

“oh my, don’t tell me…” even with your shadow covering her face, you noticed a pink tint dusting her face as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. succubi and incubi have this unique ability to sense when a human feels emotions of love or lust for them, allowing them to target those who already have an attraction to them instead of wasting time by flirting. unless the power was suddenly malfunctioning and was incorrect for the first time in centuries, it looked like… “do you have a crush on me, melo-chan~?”

“n-no! i would never!” she kept her magenta eyes off-cast to the side so that she didn’t need to meet your gaze as you interrogated her, feeling flustered at your blunt call out. you must have hexed her with some dark magic before you left because her mind has been tainted and clouded with unholy thoughts ever since. she wanted you as much as she hated you, and now that you knew, you were going to torment her about it.

“you would never? we’ll see about that,” you pinched her lower cheeks to force her to look at you directly, digging your nails into her pale skin and leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

her eyes widened and she moved her hands to try and push you off of her, but the force never came as a strange tingling sensation spread throughout her body with you slipping your tongue into her mouth and allowing her to taste you and the titanium of your piercing. the tips of her fingers and toes felt numb as a raging fire of desire suddenly bloomed in her womb and dripped onto the fabric of her panties as heat rushed to her face, unsure of what you just did to her because it certainly wasn’t just an innocent peck, “w-what did you do to me?!”

“let’s try that again, shall we?” the obvious fright in her voice and dilated pupils were providing you with a lot of amusement, the confident eldest daughter of the kyoran family now as meek as a lamb trembling under you. “do you have a crush on me, melo-chan?”

the purple-haired girl’s mouth ran dry as she tried to force another insult out of her throat. like she couldn’t control her own words, the confession she would rather die than admit came to light, “i do…”

“what was that? i didn’t quite hear you~”

“i do!” she screamed against her will, covering her face with her hands in a poor attempt to hide herself from you. ‘crush’ isn’t exactly the right word to call her feelings for you, it makes it sound like a romance of schoolgirls who get shy just from holding hands. what she felt for you was more like an amalgamation of emotions that have yet to figure themselves out: hate, regret, and guilt mixed in with the poison of lust for her seductive enemy.

“you probably dreamt of this moment every night ever since we met, haven’t you? dreamt of me showing up before you were ready to fight to rip off your clothes and take advantage of you—

“i have! i have, i have, i have—” she shrieked as the top two buttons of her shirt were popped off the fabric with you tearing apart the material, exposing her breasts to your view that jiggled a bit without a bra or her harness to hold them in place (but to be fair, they didn’t help keep them in place much).

“wow, what a pretty pair of tits,” you marveled, a vexing tone never leaving your voice or expressions, experimentally pinching at her perk nipples to elicit a beautiful cry from her lips. “probably the nicest ones i’ve ever seen on a human.”

meloco has a fantastic bosom, anyone can see that as it’s probably one of the first things people notice about her with the pink harness cupping them bringing even more attention to them with the fashion statement. they look even nicer when they aren’t obstructed by anything, large and soft and perfect for groping like stress balls while her buds hardened between your fingertips, you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. tou didn’t think that she would be so sensitive too! drinking up erotic moans with her melodic fillings your ears with every ministration performed on her tits.

“god, i wish i could play with them forever, but i don’t have all night. now… how should i spend the rest of my time with you?” you tilted your head to whisper into her ear, “should i tongue-fuck you until you squirt all over my face? maybe we should scissor and rub our pussies against each other? oh, or i could summon a strap and split you open on my cock— you seem like a size queen…”

she shuddered in your arms at you contemplating and humming what to do next out loud, planting unholy fantasies in her mind with every scenario you suggested. all of them sounded good, any of them would do, she just needed you so desperately right now.

you suddenly pressed your hand into her upper chest to move higher on the mattress, positioning yourself over her head while facing the foot of the bed and the rest of her body. “whatever i choose to do with, you’ll only get once i decide you earned it…” before her very eyes, your silk underwear disappeared into thin air to reveal your pretty cunt wanting just as much attention as hers did and you rested your weight over her mouth for her to get to work.

the exorcist quickly grabbed onto your thighs and began to lap eagerly at your folds, almost catching you off guard with how quickly she performed like it was second nature (looks like she also got plenty of experience with eating pussy at the institute of infinity, this girl really owes everything to you for leading her here). she salivated at the scent and never tasted anything like you before with a sweet and floral essence, like an ambrosial nectar that had her addicted the minute your arousal made contact with her tongue.

letting out a low hum of satisfaction, you felt a fire of vitality ignite in your soul and surge through your veins. the mixture of pleasure she willing gave you and the energy you were siphoning from her felt incredible compared to a normal powerless human’s. this school contains plenty of other students who are gifted with all sorts of special abilities, perhaps you should indulge yourself and pay her friends a visit to see if any of them are interested in the treat that is bedding a succubus.

she stroked her muscle against your practically gushing slit, shoving her tongue into your passage as much as she could to savor you like a fine wine. her rational mind was screaming that she shouldn’t be waltzing into the palm of the demon she harbored so much resentment for, but it was silenced by her lust-induced desperation to orgasm and just drown herself in ecstasy to make up for the headache that revolved around you for so long.

you circled her clit with your fingertip, smirking at her twitching at the action and the mess of arousal webbing over her weeping hole like a present between her legs before tutting like you were disappointed in her, “so wet that you're soaked just from eating me out? i knew that you were whore, but really? god, how fucking filthy you are! don’t worry, i don’t judge, let me clean it up for you…”

meloco squealed into your pussy as you leaned over to put your mouth on hers to harshly suck on her pearl between your lips, squeezing her thighs and pulling at them to bend her knees for better access to her pussy. your tongue darted out and gave her clit a few kitten licks, making her shiver when she felt the cool titanium of your piercing contrasting with your hot tongue. to you, she tasted like a syrupy sweet summer’s fruit, ripe and plucked for your taking with honeyed juices dripping from its core— the forbidden fruit of the kyoran family’s runaway heiress that you’ve been yearning to take a bite from ever since your fated battle.

she struggled to keep her own pace against yours, losing focus amidst the pleasure and her movements faltering as she became too busy moaning to work her mouth properly. while the vibrations she was sending were nice, it was hardly enough to get you anywhere hence you began to delicately grind against her face to signal her to continue and squished your thighs around her head a bit more tightly. unlike her who seemed ready to burst at any second if you were any rougher, it would take you a bit more simulation for your release.

you teased her opening with your fingertip, gathering her oozing slit on the pad and circling around the rim, yet not penetrating her until you could hear a muffled whine pleading you to stop teasing. all you could was giggle at how needy she was, demanding your fingers as well since your mouth must not have been enough! working a finger followed by another into her with barely any resistance with how drenched she was, pumping them in and out of her experimentally while thoroughly enjoying the squelching sounds being made.

your skilled motions raging from scissoring her so delightfully to languid thrusts had her feeling so hot and borderline feverish. the blood rushing to her head and her loins swimming with pleasure had her dizzy, unable to think about anything with her mind melting like an ice cube in your mouth. she was close, so close, and she could feel the knot in her stomach getting ever so tighter and ready to snap at any moment. while you were being so casual and even almost lazy in your actions, she was frantic to reach her long-awaited climax. she knew it would come in any minute if you kept it up like this, but she wanted it now.

as though you read her mind (she wouldn’t be surprised if you had the ability to do so), you suddenly curled your fingers against her sweet spot and pushed her over the edge nearly instantaneously, “come on, melo, cum for me.”

with a gasp on your command, her vision stuttered white with stars and her cunt was clamping around your fingers with a vice as she gushed all over them while squirming like crazy— you had to properly hold her down to stop her from thrashing about so much since your weight wasn’t enough to do the trick. for extra measure and your own amusement, you mercilessly rubbed her clit to ride out her orgasm and watched her spasm under you for the fun of it.

��you know, i would love to stay for longer, but as i said before, i don’t have all night to be fucking around with an archenemy,” you mentioned, flying off of her bed and landing your feet on the floor. there was evidence of her spit mixed with your essence dripping down your leg, but with a snap of your fingers, it was like nothing ever happened with a fresh pair of underwear made of lace this time. before making your exit, you turned around and pulled meloco by the fabric of her torn top to force her to meet your eyes. “tell me who you belong to.”

“i’m yours,” she mumbled, still in a daze from the activity that happened mere seconds ago and how you moved on from it so quickly. she felt noticeably more drained than she usually did after finishing, but she wouldn’t remember that succubi get their power from their partner’s strength after sexual activity until she was sound of mind a few hours later after a nap. for once, she felt grateful for the strenuous training her family pushed her through— had she been any weaker than she was now, she might have fallen unconscious for days or worse.

“that’s what i thought,” you pressed another kiss on her lips, tasting yourself on her lips as she tasted herself on yours. “you may be a pathetic slut who abandoned everything she follows for a good fuck, but you’re mine.”

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trrickytickle · 11 months

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You've Got The Face On

A/N: GWEN GWEN GWEN SPIDER-GWEN MELOVE!! She's actually one of my favorite lees in these movies but I hadn't done any fics. Anyhoo. I say this is for myself, but this is revenge for YOU!!! yes yes yes, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! THIS IS REVENGE FOR BEING SO NICE TO ME!!!!!!! One moment, Gwen's distraught at the fact she can't see the few friends she cherishes- especially the one who made her never take the risk of friendship again. The other, she's laughing on the floor at the touch of her new friends.

There was one place that could exist many Peter Parkers.

An array of many different versions of the nerdy kid bitten by a radioactive spider gathered in Miguel O'Hara's secret spider society- some more similar, some much too similar- (since when did he have a clone!?) and some bitten by a radioactive pig. So many Peters- yet none from Earth-63.

None were hers.

Gwen Stacy, for lack of a better word, was sulking. Familiar faces and familiar names held different memories and things to heart and she couldn't help it. She wanted her memories. The things she held near and dear. Unable to hold it, a strained sad sob slipped out the quiver of her lips under the gap in her teeth which bit back the same somber noise. The one other Spider-Man- not Peter- that she wanted to see more than anything in the multiverse, wasn't even invited. Forbidden- cast out by the same people he wanted to meet more than anything.

She tried to shake it off, drumming loudly over the strangely poetic sadness in her mind. The snares hid the sobs and stored away the anger, and as the beat built up- and up- and up and up and up- it stopped, with a clatter of drumsticks on the wooden floor.

She cried. She cried, and cried, and cried. Anguish was present in her low, demure voice, forming in the raspy calls from a closed throat, which recieved a catatonic response of spider chatter and futuristic ambience. The room was empty already, but it felt more hollow than it was. The cramped practice room for some silly soon-to-be band that won’t soon come to be because of her stupid social skills was now a cave where her distress lined the noiseless walls.

Gwen hiccupped, laying face-first on a tom as her tears pooled up. The cries grew loud, desperate and lonely - but all of a sudden, the plastic footsteps of Chuck Taylors paced her way, and inconsistent flecks of color glowed.

Hobie Brown. "Gwen." "Gweeeeen." "Gwen-dy!" "Gwendolyn!"

She choked back yet another sob, sitting up with tears welling in her eyes. Hobie walked over to her drum set, kicking away the drumsticks she held absentmindedly and taking off his mask to lend a snake-bitten smile, the sight of which made Gwen grin back apprehensively.

"So, wasson your mind? Gwen? Gwen?- Gwendy!!" Hobie bugged the girl, pulling at her hoodie and jabbing her in the ribs- the latter of which caused her breath to hitch not out of sadness but a reaction she couldn't deny. A small giggle escaped her- and on the inside of her heart, (seemingly made of stone- like a veneer on the inside to cover the softer side of the silly girl), she had hoped Hobie didn't care and continued crying, swallows and whimpers building this time out of gratefulness, practically enveloping the posh punk into a hug.

She wasn’t alone. Hobie still wasn’t quite who she was expecting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate him. The silent embrace, broken by only a few sobs was quickly cut off, when-

THWIP! THWIP!

"Gwen! What's wrong!?" Pavitr exclaimed. "I heard drumming- like, angry drumming- and then just like that- nothing, and you're crying. Oh, you're crying. Oh, Gwen!"

"...mmImissMiles..." she muttered. A whimper turned into a sniffle, and then a small well of tears dripping down her weary eyelids.

"Hey, hey, uh'know what he said, but- we’ll find a way.” Hobie said. “It’s really fookin’ rank- the fact you can’t see him.”

“Hey-” Gwen sniffled. “It’s not like you guys can help it.” Gwen averted her gaze, burying her head in Hobie’s denim jacket. “It’s just- it’s- I- I just… I never thought I’d make friends. But I did- and why do I lose them just as quickly!?” There was an aggressive prickle building with her tears. “I’m practically cursing you guys.”

”Gwen! Look at me!” Pavitr piped up. “I-I mean, look at you! You’re a blessing.” He shook the cold shoulders of the Ghost-Spider suit, while Gwen clung to the chest of Hobie’s buttoned jacket. “Miguel chose you! And even if you probably won’t see Peter again- Hobie’s probably going to find a way to voip Miles on in here!” The punk gave Pavitr a high-five, the resounding thwap! of palms making the corners of Gwen’s lips perk up into a small smile. At the sight, Pav smirked, a saccharine glint shining in his bright eyes…

”….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwww, you’re smiling!” He coyly batted his eyes. “Mission accomplished, Hobie! Gwen’s smiling!”

Gwen giggled, averting his hyperbolic gaze. “Am not.” Her expression shifted to an ingenuine pout, shoving Hobie as she wiped her puffy eyes.

The punk inched forward to hold her tighter- in a constricting, friendly embrace- well, more of a suplex.

“Are too. C’mere, you.” As Hobie’s arms clenched tighter, Pavitr ran at Gwen and wrapped her into a (less bone-crushing) hug, coifed hair brushing at the Spider-Woman’s shoulderblade.

In that moment, the small band-room felt fuller than it was. The three stood squarely in the middle of the room, both boys squeezing Gwen tightly as to wring out the tears. She thought of practices and pranks and their faces after placing cling wrap on Miguel’s office door and how stupid they felt after remembering he had spider-senses and how much trouble they got in and Pavitr helping with her homework and Hobie being livid at her and Pavi for washing his favorite pair of crust pants and their songwriting sessions and —SQUEAL!!!

The warmth of nostalgia prickled into the cold jittery feeling of a squeeze from behind to the white-clad sides.

“Hey, hey, don’t, that really tickled.. Don’t!” Gwen attempted to shove Pavitr, who laughed in an infliction a little too evil for her liking. Hobie let out a small chuckle. Too. late. Both of her new friends had her surrounded, the one thing currently on their mind being to exploit this knowledge for all they could.

“Don’t? Y’take me for a pillock? You really expect us not tuh’ tickle you after you so frantic’lly announced y’r weakness? Keep hold of her.” Hobie told Pavitr, who poked where the armpits met the shoulderblades and played at the ribs. The punk’s umber hands were unintentionally strategically around her ribs and torso, resulting in both boys scheming to make her laugh until her ribs hurt- by targeting the area.

“Ehe-HEEyouguyssuck-yousucksomuch! A-haha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! Sto-hoooopit! Na-nnh!! Ha-hahaha-haha! Nnstoppit! StahahahaAAAA!!” Gwen writhed out of the spider-strength hold, thrashing so much as if it was a testament to her ticklishness, almost pushing Pavitr down on the hardwood floor.

“Oh, come on, Gwen! What’d you expect- like come ON!” Pavitr teased, immediately flipping Gwen over with the thwoop of a bangle, which spun her arms to the plywood.

“We’d toooooooootally wanna try.” He straddled her waist, digging his fingers into her midsection, made smooth and sensitive by the fibers of her costume.

Pavitr’s dextrous digits were tickling as fast and as sporadically as he could talk, and switching techniques faster than he could save face in front of Inspector Singh. He went from poking rapidly in areas which ignited a loud noise- something like “-SQUEEEEE!!-” , or “AH! NAHAhatthere!” or “Ple-HEEASE!”- to name a few, skittering lightly over skin which required only the lightest flit of fingers, making Gwen give out giggly, wheezy and awkward laughter. All while Hobie, sitting at her spider-webbed arms, was strumming in her exposed armpits as he would consistently copy the most complicated guitar riffs he knew, in total smug silence.

”HOBIE! hee-HEEH! GahahET OUTTA THERE!”

The punk mockingly traced at her pits, singing as if he were playing. “Destination uu~nknown-”

”NO-ho-HA!! Eeeee!” Gwen squealed, thrashing with every touch. The pleas she had uttered fell on deaf pierced ears.

“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby Soho… “

”You two-hoo—HA! Heh-hahaha-AAH!”

”What izzit, Berkley, m’trynna concentrate on playun th’ guitar!!” Hobie, preoccupied with yet another riff (underneath Gwen’s own admittedly adorable screaming laughter, she could make it out as Anarchy by Sex Pistols) spat sarcastically, earning a chuckle from Pavitr. Gwen thought Hobie had mercy on her for only a split-second, before she realized that he only freed his right hand from her hollow to high-five a poking and prying Pavitr… who smirked.

Pav never smirked- unless he was planning something (typically a crafty scheme or a juvenile prank.) He would smile. He’d beam. He’d even grin. But not a smirk. A smirk was when you knew you were fucked. And fucked Gwen was.

”No! No. Pav-PAVI. Do not touch the Conv-”

Her teal Chucks were practically thrown off by Pavitr, who smiled up at Hobie- and Gwen, indirectly, who gulped and let out a “meep!” Slowly (kinda-sorta for once), he’d drag his fingers up and down her socked feet, causing her to titter and resist- until they were lifted, little by little, revealing bits of her sheer nylons which he sent a barrage of quick fingers at. Eventually, due to Gwen’s tortured thrashing, the socks came off- and the floodgates opened.

”AAAAAAAH-hee-hee-hee-heehee-HyEEEEE! EEE-ahaha-huh-HUH-HA! AhahahA it’s so bad ICAN’T guysguysguys EEEEEEEEEEheeheehoohuh-hUHAHAH-HAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA- wheezeAAAAAAHHhahahHHHHhahahhstoppitnotthefeetNNNGHHHHNGHheehee-h-”

Ghostly silent laughter. Gwen still thrashed, sides hurting from not the dirty trick her friends had played, and needing a serious breather. Thankfully, Hobie laid off on the picking and strumming and fretting and whatnot. Pavitr wasn’t so quick to catch on, but stopped a few seconds after him. She caught her breath, clutching her stomach covered in scars of phantom feelings.

It was laughable. Earlier that day, Gwen was griefstricken about the distance of her few peers, heartbroken and filled with longing. But now, she was wishing death upon the new connections she’d made- still feeling the barrage of chords on her armpits, shaking off the fact that her ticklishness could be taken advantage of anywhere, anytime, by anyone-

”Please don’t tickle me. Again, or like, ever.”

”Is that a challenge?” Pavitr said, quirking up an eyebrow. “I’d love to partake in such a thing, honestly. It’s fun seeing you-”

”I’m eating all your bhuja.” Gwen deadpanned. “Or leaving only the peas. Whichever’s worse.”

”Well I reckon we skip practice today. I got plenty of guitar in today.” Hobie smirked at Gwen, urging Pav to taunt her as well. “Isn’t that right, Gwendy-wendy-bendy-fendy-mendy-” They wriggled their fingers in her face, giggling at her pout and furrowed brow.

Gwen shook the thought creeping in her mind off. No. Not the time to think about that.

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