The sun was just about peeking over the horizon for the day when Daryl slowly slips the covers down off your naked form. You shuffle as the cool morning air washes over your skin and end up laying on your front; Daryl grins and crawls up over you.

He looks over at the small clock on your night stand, the clock he had turned the alarm off of and had decided to give you a better wake up than the incessant bells of that metal piece of shit that he wanted to throw out the window every morning.

You cuddle your pillow and sigh in your sleep when he glides his hands up your naked legs and parts them further, he moves up the bed and wraps a hand around his already semi-hard cock, jerking himself a few times before teasing you with the tip. He watches your hips move and slips his cock between your ass cheeks, his large hands gripping them as he slowly rolls his hips.

Daryl moves a hand to your waist and reaches down with the other to tease your pussy; making sure you’re ready for him. He smirks when he finds you wet and guides his cock into you slowly; Daryl watches your face, watches you bite your lip and as he bottoms out he watches you gasp. He watches your eyes flutter but stay closed and he wonders if you’ll just believe this is a really good dream.

Instinctively you push your hips back to him and moan quietly at the stretch of his cock inside you. Daryl grips your waist with both hands to hold you down and starts moving his hips; torturously slow at first, pushing all the way into your hot and wet cunt before withdrawing almost all the way and repeating his actions. Your quiet moans steadily get louder with each slow and deep stroke of his cock - his eyes never leaving your face, wanting to catch every small change in your expression, the way your eyes tighten as he bottoms out inside you; he knows how much you like it deep, your slack jaw and steady pants, your hand gripping your pillow.

He moans and speeds up his hips, the slick of your arousal coats his cock and the room fills with the sound of skin on skin.

You groan and slowly open your eyes. Daryl watches them move around as you make sense of your surroundings and sensations. A louder moan of his name escapes your mouth and Daryl speeds up again. You lift your hips as best you could and switch the angle just enough for both of you to moan out various profanities.

Reaching a hand around between your legs Daryl leans down over your back and pins you to the bed; his fingers circle expertly on your clit. He moans and grunts roughly in your ear, his thrusts getting harder now you are awake.

The pillow is your anchor at that point; gripping so hard your knuckles are white and burying your face in it so you could call out on every exhale.

You were close, so was Daryl - you both knew without having to speak a word, just the way your bodies reacted to one another.

“Fuck..” Daryl whispers in your ear and rests his head down against the back of your neck.

“Uuh huh!” You whine and grind your hips back against him.

It takes little time before it’s all too much and you both call out in succession. You muffle your cries in the pillow and Daryl muffles his in your neck.

He slows his hips and stops, staying still for a few moments before moving off you as the alarm clock ticks over to 6.30am and clicks. You shakily move to lay against his side and kiss over his collarbones and neck.

“Mornin’ darlin’..” Daryl drawls and wraps his arm around you.

“Mornin’..” you reply between kisses.

“I much prefer that to your fuckin’ alarm clock..” he chuckles.

“Yeah…. Yeah me too…” You nod and agree “…but it’s my day off.” You giggle.

Daryl looks down at you and huffs “…fuck…an’ I was lookin’ forward ta ya the thought of ya working’ all day with my cum inside ya…”

“There’s always tomorrow…” you wink and smile, pulling the blanket up over you both and kissing him softly.

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The Schedule

NOTE: Everything is in approximate times. The schedule did get more off as the day went on, but by the end it was only about an hour behind! Lowkey I blame Ryan - either all his events went long or he's chronically late lmfao

10 AM: Registration

We arrived at the hotel at about 9 AM. Parking was super easy and there were some people there, but not a lot. We got inside by 9:15 and registered right away (they said registration didn't open until 10 but they got us all checked in early!). Then we went to stand in line to get into the conference room where we'd wait to be called for photo ops and such. There were maybe 50 people in front of us.

10:30-ish: Oliver's photo op

So last minute my friend @littlefinnnnn and I decided we wanted a solo Oliver photo op, and I'm so glad we did. He was happy and smiling from the moment we came in and as soon as he saw me he said "Did you knit that shirt?" I told him I crocheted it and he was floored. He complimented both of our shirts and was just so nice I love him

10:50-ish: Ryliver's photo op

After that, we got right back in line to get pics with Ryan and Oliver. The first people who came out of the photo op room were dying bc Ryan's hair was fluffy wavy perfect and thank god for the warning bc that man looked beautiful. Oliver was happy to see us again and my friend gave them bracelets and we got our pic.

After the pic, Ryan looked me right in the eyes and said thanks and that it was nice to meet me. I bluescreened so hard those eyes are even more dangerous in person jfc

11:15-11:30-ish: Ryan's selfies

Up next was Ryan's selfies! He showed up a bit late but I think it was because his photo ops went long. He was like "nice to see you ladies again" and took our selfies for us - highly recommend bc:

After that, we had as much free time as we'd have all day, so we decided to get lunch. I heard there weren't really options at Chicago, but the hotel here had a concession stand with salads and burgers and chicken tenders and muffins/snack stuff. It is probably venue specific though so don't take my word!

We also went to check out the vendor room around this time. There was about 6-7 vendors there selling various merch and it was cute! I got to meet some 911 content creators selling stuff and it was cool :) Did end up getting a buddie backpack and I can't wait to use it lol.

1:10 PM: Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op

Next, it was time for me and my other friend to get our Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op. There were like 6 people getting this particular op so it was a lot more chill. We were the first ones in line so while they were setting everything up Kenny (in his leather jacket just to kill me I think) saw me, said "118!" to my shirt. Oliver jumped in immediately like "she made that!!! She crocheted it!" and Kenny paused, looked me over, and said "that is impressive." They talked about it a bit and I lost my mind idek if I said anything but I definitely forgot to tell them the pose I wanted but it still worked out nicely I think :)

1:45: Kenny's selfies

After that we went to Kenny's selfie line and god. That man hugged probably every person in line. He wanted to talk to everyone and it was so sweet. When we got up front he was like "Crochet shirt is back!" and we got our pic. He gave us another hug and I held his hands for a minute while we thanked each other and I think I'm in love btw

2:25: Ryan's autographs

This is when the day really started to get behind that I saw. Aisha and Oliver both had private M&Gs happening at 2:30 and this was supposed to start at 2:15. It did not start until about 2:25 so I got to cut the line. It was a little rushed because of that but he did laugh at my picture choice so that made my day :)

2:30: M&G with Aisha

After that a bunch of us ran to the third floor for our M&Gs. I can't say a lot about what was said in there but it was really nice to sit in a room with Aisha and just get to talk to her in such an intimate setting. The dog from her insta stories was there and I was sitting right next to her so the dog got passed to me and I almost cried ily ily ily Aisha. She was so excited about getting selfies with us too and she took a few with me :)

(Also side note that I didn't get back to the panel/autograph room until 3:15 and Ryan was STILL signing autographs for like 15 minutes after that)

3:15-5: Kenny/Aisha + Ryliver panels

So, I sent most of my updates to @911onabcbts as they were happening, and you can find a full video of the panel on their blog, but for recordkeeping's sake, by big takeaways were:

In the episode where the mom with cancer called 911 when she was dying so her daughter didn't have to take care of it: apparently Kenny was like "Chimney's mom died in the same way why isn't he freaking out about it?" So he called Tim to remind him of this little detail and Tim said "Oh." bro completely forgot 💀

[POTENTIAL SPOILER] Someone asked Aisha/Kenny which character would be best to get stuck in a situation/elevator with, and Aisha said "You'll know when you know who isn't good to get stuck with..."

Everyone's dream character blunt rotation is Athena Grant, Except Ryan, who said Bobby (two terrible answers imo...a cop and a sober person but okay)

Ryan really did NOT want to tell people he was supposed to work with Athena before the Bobby's death storyline but the crowd bullied it out of him lmao. When people asked why the plotline got scrapped he said "no comment" Ryan give me 20 mins alone with you and a bottle of tequila

Someone asked Oliver what Buck thought of Artemis II and he said "It proved to him that the moon landing was faked because why are they just sailing around it now when they walked on it 40 years ago?"

When asked which past characters (other than Bobby) they'd like to see again Oliver said he wants the Lucy Donato dynamic back hell yeah hell YEAH

Ryliver's songs for the last two episodes are Eye of the Tiger (Oliver) and Smooth Criminal (Ryan). However the other protested when they both gave their pics so who knows how accurate they are lol

Ryliver's top letterboxd picks for Buddie are Buck: The Lion King, Zorro, Pineapple Express; Eddie: Armageddon, Step Up (With Channing Tatum)

Ryan said Eddie should have hated Max more and did really hate him in his head for taking Buck's spot iktr

Ryan noted a good Eddie arc coming up in the last two episodes! He said it was going to go one way and then he talked to Tim about it and made him rewrite it haha

Ryan and Oliver were unaware of their canon birthdays being one day apart; they said their joint bday party theme would be cowboys...

Ryliver thinks Eddie would be a wolf as an animal, and Buck would be a lion

The actors' comfort shows: Aisha - Love is Blind Kenny - Real Housewives Ryan - Scrubs (OG and reboot) Oliver - The Office (ok whiteboy)

5: Aisha/Kenny/Oliver autographs

Finally, we ended the day getting the last of the autographs. Aisha's line was really short and fast; I got to thank her again for the M&G and for putting queer black women on my screen every week :') Then Kenny's line was probably the longest because he personalized his autographs! When we got to the front he recognized me and said "crochet shirt!!!", hyped up my shirt to his handler and the rest of the line, and shook my hand about 5 times. My last thing of the day was Oliver's autograph, and he called me "Crochet!" and was super excited to see my shirt again. I asked him if he was making one next and he told me that he fucked up the fake knitting on set so bad that their advisor couldn't fix it 😭

After all that I drove home with the biggest smile on my face. The cast was soooo nice all day and I made a lot of friends with people in line! I truly cannot talk this day up enough and even though I dropped a financially irresponsible amount of money on the day I can't feel upset about losing a single dollar because it was so worth it.

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My Tips

Okay, so @buddiesystempod has an excellent crash course video for preparing for Rescueverse - I checked it out the day before I went, and I found it really helpful in knowing what to expect! However, here are my personal tips:

Bring a fan: OH MY GOD JUST TRUST ME BRING A FAN WITH YOU. Like a paper/cloth accordion fan. I pulled mine out of my bag within minutes of getting in my first line and it was in my hand for most of the day after. There are hundreds of people in the same room as you all the time, and as the season only gets warmer, you will get sweaty. I rolled up to every photo op not worried about being sweaty because I had a way to cool down! Also, it's a great way to make friends with the people around you in line!

Bring a friend: If it's at all possible for you, I highly recommend bringing a friend. Of course it's nice to have someone you know along to chat with in line, but also: a) you can split photo op costs (every op/selfie ticket is for up to two people!) b) you can get a little more time with the actors if you're subtle about it. My friend and I went to almost every op/autograph together, and so when we got to the front of the lines we stood together while the other talked to the guest. No one tried to shoo either of us away because it was clear we were together, and it was a nice little treat for us to have a few seconds longer, given how fast the ops go!

when reiner takes care of you

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every morning, reiner has started to wake up 10 minutes before his alarm for work goes off, so he can pull you close and hold you before he has to get up.

whenever reiner is around you, he’s always touching you; nothing sexual, just always proving that he’s there. an arm around your waist, or hand on the small of your back, even pinkies looped together. he wants you to know he’s there.

when you cry, reiner is there to wipe your tears, kissing them away like you’re the most precious treasure he’ll ever get to hold.

when you’re sick, reiner will take time off of work to be by your side and take care of you. he knows how important you are to him, and he wants to make sure you’re okay.

reiner gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every week. he says it’s to brighten up the house, and it is, but his favorite part is seeing you smile every time he gets them.

your interests? reiner knows all of them. kpop? knows your bias and all the members in the group. anime? buys you figurines. even your small hyperfixations don’t go unnoticed by them. knowing your partner and what makes them who they are is important!

reiner defends your honor like it’s a full time job. if your family or friends are badmouthing you, even if you’re not there, he’ll make sure to put them in their place. nobody talks about you like that. ever.

✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞

taking care of reiner

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you feel reiner pull you close every morning. he thinks you’re asleep every time, but you’ve always been awake with him, soaking in all that extra time you can.

you always praise reiner. knowing his self-esteem is low, you praise him to boost his confidence, whether the task be big or small. not praising him enough to baby him, but just enough to know that you see the hard work he puts in for you.

when reiner has a nightmare, remembering the rumbling or any of the things he went through, you’re always there. holding him, telling him softly to take deep breaths. you ground him. he has you. he feels safe with you.

reiner rarely gets sick, but when he does, it’s bad. so you use that opportunity to baby him, treat him like the handsome prince he is, even if he constantly pouts while you kiss his hot forehead.

you surprise reiner with fresh desserts every week. since you got together he’s even put on a little bit of weight (which you’re not complaining about). it’s one of your favorite parts of the week, seeing him giggle like a child as he takes a bite of whatever you made that week.

reiner still finds it important to be in shape. “gotta be ready for our future babies!” and while you’re not the biggest fan of exercising, you’ll happily walk behind him as he jogs down the street, shirt off, sweat dripping down his back. and when he asks if you’re okay since your face is red? you just tell him it’s a little warm.

reiner is the most important person in your life. and you make sure he knows it. you write him letters that you put with his lunch, declaring your love for him daily. you always tell him how proud you are of him. if he’s having a low mental health day, you’re by his side, talking him through whatever is going on in his mind. you’re patient, even if it’s hard.

you and reiner are perfect for each other. yin and yang, sun and moon, bound to be together in every universe, every timeline. he promised he would always find you, no matter where you go. and you promised the same for him.

“we will always take care of each other.”

✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞

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Hooking up with Natalie Scatorccio was not something you ever saw yourself doing. 

You’d spent the first three and a half years (give or take a few months) of high school absolutely hating her. She never made it to class on time, if she showed up at all. She smoked in the bathrooms, was always high, or drunk, or both. You just… weren’t like that. 

It was a weird sort of rivalry. A push and pull that everyone knew was happening. You’d make a comment about her needing to get her shit together. She’d say something about you loosening up. 

The thing was, you did know how to loosen up. You went to parties, hung out with friends. Things like that. Sure, you could be uptight sometimes. It wasn’t a bad idea to want to get into a good college. School was important to you. Clearly it wasn’t to Natalie, and that’s what pissed you off. 

In reality, you had no idea why you hated her so much. You told yourself it was because of her “I don’t give a shit” attitude, but deep down you knew that wasn’t why. Maybe it was the fact that she never seemed to care what anyone thought of her. Maybe it was her ability to fuck whoever she wanted. Maybe it was because, deep down, you were jealous of her. 

You pushed those thoughts away as you sat on the armrest of Jackie’s couch, watching the party going on around you. It wasn’t often that you came to these things, preferring to watch a movie by yourself, or maybe see a couple friends on a friday night. Jackie had begged you, though, reminding you that she never got to throw parties like this. So you agreed, putting on a party-worthy outfit, and forcing yourself to attend. 

Natalie had arrived a few moments before, your spot on the couch awarding you a front-row seat to her entrance. She looked good, you couldn’t deny that. Her messy hair fell down her shoulders, eyes rimmed in black eyeliner and dark brown eyeshadow, jeans ripped in all the right places, leather jacket adding to her air of not giving a shit. 

You looked down at your skirt and sweater, feeling prudish and self-conscious. Sure, you hated the girl, but you had to admit that she was infinitely cooler than you were. Well, at least in your mind. 

Jackie nudges you with her foot, giving you a look. “Are you okay? You went silent all of a sudden.” 

That snapped you out of your thoughts, remembering that you were at a party and definitely shouldn’t have been so focused on Natalie. 

“Yeah, sorry. Zoned out. You know how I am.” You gave Jackie a smile, trying to push the thoughts of Natalie and that outfit out of your mind. How could someone so infuriating look so good?

Jackie rolls her eyes, sighing softly. “Do you need another drink? Might make you loosen up a bit. And I think Jeff has weed.” 

“I’m fine, Jackie. I can handle a party, Jesus.” 

She puts her hands up in mock surrender, not liking the edge in your voice. “Damn, okay. I’m getting another drink. You sure you don’t want something?”

You think for a second before nodding. “Okay, yeah. Just whatever. Nothing too strong.” 

Jackie nods, knowing you weren’t a big drinker. A moment later, she disappeared into the kitchen for your drinks, leaving you alone on the couch. Briefly, you wondered where Shauna was. Normally, she’d be wherever you and Jackie were. Well, more specifically, wherever Jackie was. She’d become a bit more independent recently, but it was still odd to not see her glued to Jackie’s side at parties like this. 

You sat like that for a while, bored and waiting for Jackie. It shouldn’t have taken her more than a few minutes to come back, but you’d been waiting for almost twenty minutes. Slightly annoyed, you decided to look for her, wondering if she got distracted by Jeff or one of her teammates. It wasn’t like her to forget about you, but it also wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility. 

Standing up from the armrest you were perched on, you made your way to the kitchen. Moving around the house wasn’t an easy feat. Bodies were everywhere, constantly bumping into you or blocking your way. When you finally pushed your way into the kitchen, Jackie was nowhere to be found. Sighing, you decided to search the rest of the house. 

It didn’t take too long to clear the entire first floor, finding her nowhere. Maybe she’d snuck up to her room for a bit of reprieve. As subtly as possible, you made your way up the stairs and to Jackie’s bedroom. You opened the door without knocking, which was a mistake. There, on Jackie’s bed, sat Jackie and Shauna. In the middle of making out. 

Neither of them had looked up when you had opened the door, so as quietly as possible, you backed away, closing the door. You had no idea how to react to that. Of course you knew they were close. They’d been best friends for over a decade. It was just so unexpected to stumble upon them like that. 

How long had they been together? Did they kiss like that at every party you weren’t at? Were they even officially together? You had so many questions. 

Instead of waiting, or going back into the bedroom and asking questions, you went back downstairs. You were sure they’d leave the bedroom eventually. Plus, it really wasn’t any of your business. If Jackie and Shauna wanted to kiss, they could kiss. It wasn’t your place to judge. 

You beelined for the kitchen as soon as you got downstairs, mixing your own drink, since Jackie had decided making out with Shauna was more important. She couldn’t have at least waited until she brought your drink? It wouldn’t have taken that long. 

That’s when you saw her. Natalie. Smoking on the porch, completely alone. You briefly wondered where her friends were, those boys you couldn’t remember the names of. 

No, you didn’t give a shit about Natalie or her friends. Why were you suddenly so focused on her? 

Maybe you just wanted to show her that you could loosen up. Show her that you weren’t just some kind of uptight bitch. You knew how to have fun. 

Before you could think any more about it, you stepped out onto Jackie’s back porch, drink in hand. You weren’t going to go up to her. No, she would come to you. Come over to make fun of you, jab at the fact that you were finally at a party. 

She looked up when you stepped outside, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s Jackie? Aren’t you two basically attached?” 

You roll your eyes, looking her up and down. You weren’t mean, no. Not really. But you absolutely could be a bitch when you wanted to be. 

“She’s busy. Not that you need to know that.” 

Nat smirks, sitting on the porch railing, cigarette in hand. “You know, you don’t always have to be an asshole. Jackie isn’t here to see. You could be nice to me.” 

“Yeah, like you’re all rainbows and butterflies.”

“Maybe I’d be nice to you if you were nice to me.”

“I don’t believe that. It’s biologically impossible for you.”

She laughs, really laughs, and you crack a smile. Sure, you hated the girl. But she could banter, and you liked that. 

“C’mon, princess. You never know until you try.” 

“Princess? Really?”

“Prissy. Uptight. Rich. You seem like a princess to me.” Natalie shrugs, still smirking at you. 

“See, this is why I don’t believe you’d be nice to me,” you reply, taking a step closer to her. 

“Never said being a princess was a bad thing, princess. I have a thing for girls like that.” 

You make a face at that, unsure if she’s hitting on you or making fun of you. 

“Why, so you can corrupt them?”

She laughs again, getting down from the railing and taking a step towards you. You suddenly process how close she is. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her from up close. You’d never wanted to, before now. 

“Wanna find out, princess?” She leaned closer, so close that your faces were barely an inch apart. You wondered if anyone inside was looking at you. You wondered what they were thinking if they were. 

“Fuck off, Natalie. I’m not into girls.”

Natalie backs up, looking confused for a moment before regaining her composure. “You sure? You’ve been all but obsessed with me since we were freshmen. That doesn’t really scream “I’m a straight girl” to me.” 

“I’m not obsessed with you.” You weren’t. You hated her. Found her annoying. You weren’t into her. Were you?

“Yeah? You’re not? I mean, you make comments about me, or to me, every time you see me. You saw me alone on this porch and decided to come out here for no reason. Seems like obsession to me.”

“I needed some air,” you lied, ignoring how spot on she was. 

“Sure you did. You know what I think? You’re into me, and you say all that shit about me because you can’t stand that you want to fuck me. Because you do, right?”

“Jesus, Natalie? What is this? Why are you so convinced I’m into you? I’m not.” 

“Just admit it, princess. I saw the way you were looking at me when I got here. I saw you go all silent on Jackie. I see the way you look at me in class. I’m not stupid. And neither are you. You’re smarter than this, and we both know it.”

“Yeah, fine. You’re hot. Is that what you wanted from me? I can think you’re hot without being attracted to you.”

“Sure, you could think that. But you don’t. You’re so afraid of being judged that you won’t even acknowledge it to yourself.” 

You can’t deal with this anymore. Sure, okay. Natalie was hot. You weren’t going to deny that. But you weren’t into her, not like that. You hated her. Right? Yeah, you did. It wasn’t any sort of attraction that made you act the way you did. It was pure dislike. 

“Don’t have a rebuttal for that, do you princess? Is it because I’m right?”

“Why are you pushing this so fucking hard? Do you just want me to say I’m into you? Would that give you some sort of satisfaction? What is it? Are you just fucking with me because you can? What is this?” You’re getting increasingly angry now, just wanting her to stop fucking with you. 

“Maybe I’m into you, too. Maybe I want you to finally admit it so I don’t feel like an idiot for wanting to fuck someone who hates me so much.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, like she didn’ just all but admit she wants you. 

“Then just say that! Don’t play fucked up mind tricks on me!”

“What’s the fun in that? Besides, you’re hot when you’re mean and angry.” Natalie steps forward again, getting into your face. Close enough for you to kiss her. Maybe you should. Maybe it would get her to shut up. 

So that’s what you do. You lean in, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips firmly against hers. It’s odd, for a moment. Kissing a girl was different. Weird. Not in a bad way. Her lips were softer than you expected, and tasted like cigarette smoke and… strawberries? You didn’t hate the combination. 

Your mouth opened slightly, and Natalie took this as an invitation to bite your bottom lip. It wasn’t hard, just enough to let you know that somehow, she was in charge here. You kind of liked it. Involuntarily, you let out a small moan. 

Maybe you were into her. 

It didn’t last long before you pulled away, but you didn’t want to stop. Not really. You just didn’t want to make out with her where anyone else could see. 

“My car. Now. We’re going to my place.”

“Finally admitting you’re into me, princess?”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m leaving you here and you can imagine what could’ve happened for the rest of your life.” You glare at her, leading her around Jackie’s house and to your car. 

She rolls her eyes, but does shut up. As soon as you get into your car, you want to drag her into the backseat and kiss until your lips are swollen, but you know you have to wait. It’ll be better in a bed, anyway. 

The drive to your house is full of anticipation. Both of you are completely silent, no attempts at jokes or banter. No insults thrown at each other. Just the thrum of energy throughout the car. You both want this more than anything. 

It doesn’t take long for you to pull into your driveway, grateful that you don’t live too far from Jackie. You’re not sure you could’ve waited much longer. 

“My parents aren’t home, luckily for us,” you say, putting the car into park and unbuckling your seatbelt.

Natalie nods, getting out of the car and following you into your house, up to your bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, she’s on you again. She seems almost hungry, pushing you down onto your bed, barely giving you time to adjust before straddling your hips. 

Her lips meet yours, and she takes charge. The softness of your previous kiss is gone, replaced by a clear need. As soon as your lips meet, her teeth are pulling at your bottom lip, tongue running across the skin. You moan into her mouth, the roughness of the kiss causing you to lose yourself. You can already feel heat pooling in your core, and you haven’t even done anything yet. 

Natalie’s hands grip your hips as you shove your tongue into her mouth. It doesn’t take long before she sucks harshly on it, making you lose your train of thought. She’s not going to let you take charge, you realize. This is her show, and you let her have it. Briefly, you wonder if she often gets to be the powerful one in these encounters. 

She pulls away, and you instinctively chase her lips, whining when you can’t reach them. She laughs, running her hands up and down your sides. “Eager, huh?”

You groan, embarrassed at how pathetic you’re acting. “Fuck off. Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it too.”

Natalie laughs again, leaning down to nip at your jawline. “I was. I am.”

She continues to kiss and bite at your jaw, making her way down to your neck. Your hands find her hair, needing something to hold onto. You’ve never been this intimate before, never wanted as much contact as you do now. 

“Fuck, Nat-” you gasp as she finds a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, sucking on it. You know there’s going to be a mark, and you silently revel at the idea. 

“You like that?” She asks, sucking harder at your skin. Her hands slide under your shirt, tracing along the skin of your stomach.

Your only response is a soft whine, almost a moan. Yes, you like it. 

She continues with the onslaught, kissing all over the skin of your neck. Your hips stutter upwards, searching for a friction you aren’t getting. Your underwear is almost uncomfortably wet, a feeling you haven’t experienced before. 

“Be patient, princess. We’ll get there.”

“F- fuck, okay. Yeah.” You’d do anything for her at this point. 

“Can I take this off?” She asks, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater. You nod a bit too eagerly, and she smiles softly. God, how could you have ever hated her?

Natalie makes quick work of the sweater, pulling it up over your head and tossing it onto the floor. She’s almost reverent as she takes in your bare stomach, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

“Fuck,” she breathes, leaning down to kiss the top of your chest. As she does, her fingers find the clasp of your bra, tossing that to the side as well. As soon as the offending fabric was out of the way, she took one of your nipples into her mouth, tongue circling it as she rolled the other between her fingers. 

You moan at the sensation, fingers tightening in her hair.

“Natalie-” 

She moves to the other side, rolling her tongue around your other nipple. You can barely think at this point, every thought in your head is of her. Her mouth, her hair, her face. Everything. 

She continues for a few more moments, just lavishing your chest before sitting up, admiring your flushed face. She pulls her own shirt and bra off, and your hands immediately find her waist. 

“God…” you trace her skin gently, memorizing every freckle. She looks like a painting. 

Natalie looks self-conscious for a moment, clearly unused to someone looking at her with so much adoration. She lets you continue for a moment before leaning back down and capturing your lips in a kiss. This time, it’s soft. Loving, almost. Still passionate, but in a different way. Like she wants to memorize the feeling of your lips. 

Her hand slides up your skirt, teasing at the wet patch on your underwear. You gasp, and it quickly turns into a moan. Slowly, torturously slowly, she slides your underwear down your legs until all that’s left is your skirt. 

Nat’s fingers tease at your entrance, making your hips grind into her hand. She laughs a bit against your lips, and you smile. She keeps teasing, never touching where you need her to, as you get increasingly desperate. High-pitched whines keep falling from your lips, soft whimpers of “more” and “please”. 

After she’s tortured you for long enough, reducing you to nothing but small gasps, she finally pushes two fingers inside you, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud moan. She gives you a second to adjust before curing them upwards, and you press your face into the curve of her neck, muffling the sounds you can’t help but make. 

Your hips grind into her palm, and she curls her fingers again. Nat’s thumb finds your clit as she continues to move her fingers inside you. You inhale sharply at the sensation, the coil in your stomach getting tighter. 

“You’re doing so well, princess,” Nat murmurs into your ear, making you moan. She keeps her pace, slowly working you up further. She’s enjoying this as much as you are, and the thought just makes you hornier. 

“F- fuck, fuck- Nat,  faster-” You can barely form words, you’re so focused on the feeling of her fingers inside you, her thumb circling your clit. Your fingers grasp at her hair, her hips, anything you can reach that will help to ground you. 

She obliges, fingers moving slightly faster, thumb putting more pressure on your clit. Natalie’s whispering little praises into your ear, which serves to heighten your need. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. Your hips continually grind up into her hand, searching for more pressure, begging for release. 

Nat can tell you’re getting close, focusing entirely on making you cum. Her fingers reach deeper inside you, finding that spongy spot that makes you see stars. It doesn’t take much after that, her movements purposeful. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach snap, finally cumming after what felt like an eternity. Your mind went completely blank, moaning into Natalie’s neck. Her fingers continued, working you through your orgasm. 

She gives you a moment to relax, your head falling back onto the pillows, before she removes her fingers. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, eyes falling shut. 

“Holy shit,” you mumble, still coming down from your high. 

Natalie laughs, lying down next to you. “So you are into me.” 

You groan, too exhausted to do much else. “God, fuck off. Yes, I’m into you. But in my defense, I didn’t realize until I kissed you.” 

“You kissed me, then realized you were into me? I feel like that normally happens the other way around.”

“I kissed you to shut you up, I didn’t think I’d like… feel anything.” 

She laughs, pulling the blanket up over the both of you. It feels… nice. Having her in your room, having her curled up next to you. It was odd, how a few hours earlier you hated her more than anyone, and now she was in your bed. 

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that so much of the hate was jealousy. How annoyed you got when you saw her with her latest hookup, how you wished you could be as relaxed as she was. 

“Hey. You okay? You’re not like, freaking out on me, are you?” She asked, looking up at you. 

“No, just thinking. Don’t worry.” 

She nods, sitting up. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” you say, a bit too quickly. And it’s the truth. You don’t want her to leave. You want her to stay here, with you. And it scares you.

Nat laughs, falling onto the pillows again. “You know, you don’t have to like, figure all this shit out now. Just enjoy it, at least for now. You just had amazing sex, princess. No need for you to be having a crisis over it.”

You don’t laugh, not yet, but you do crack a smile at that. “I just… I don’t know. I had this idea of myself, who I was and what I wanted. Now you’re here, and we had sex. And I liked it. And I’d want to do it again. But it changes everything. I’m not who I was this morning, and I don’t know how to process that.” 

She’s silent, and you’re terrified that you scared her off by being so vulnerable. “Sorry. Ignore that. I’m just thinking too much.” 

Her hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t apologize. You’re freaked out, it’s normal. Just try to relax. It won’t kill you. Well, knowing you, it might, but try anyway.”

Yuji points at him. “Yeah. I saw you at passing period. You’re a grade ahead of me, right?”

“I-I guess,” the kid stammers. “Are you, um, a first year?”

“Yup.” He hooks a thumb and points it at himself. “I’m Yuji Itadori. You wanna ride to school together? I get lost easy.”

“Oh. Okay. I think that would be… that would be fine.” He keeps glancing at the shadow on his shoulder, which ignores Yuji and continues to coil on him like a rotting calico. “If you’re scared of getting lost, I can help. But just for a bit. Okay? We shouldn’t—” he swallows— “shouldn’t be friends.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I’m, uh, I’m out of school a lot.  You’d be better off with another upperclassman to—”

“What’s your name?”

“O-oh. Sorry. Okkotsu. Yuta Okkotsu.”

“Okkotsu-senpai. Got it.” Yuji sits down next to Yuta on the bench, opposite the dead thing that’s latched to him. “You wanna snack?” He digs around in his backpack. “I’ve got extra.” He produces a tuna-mayo onigiri. “Gramps says I shouldn’t leave them in my bag all day. Do you buy snacks from the corner store by the park? I live in an apartment building there. Do you live nearby?”

Okkotsu, shocked to find an onigiri in his hands before he can protest, stammers a little. Now that he’s close to Okkotsu, Yuji can kind of smell him—like he hasn’t bathed in a while and his clothes aren’t washed. Up close, there are bags under Okkotsu’s eyes, his nails are ragged from chewing, and the scratches on his wrists seem fresh.

Stuff his Gramps would say are ‘bad signs’.

“You should come over after school,” Yuji declares, kicking his heels on the sidewalk. “My gramps is always working so he leaves the fridge super stocked and puts lots of movies in the entertainment system for me. It’s awesome.”

“W-What?”

“You live close by.” Yuji beams. “We should be friends.”

“I—” Okkotsu looks over his shoulder again.

Yuji’s starting to suspect the Thing On Okkotsu’s Shoulder is dangerous with how he’s acting. That or it messes with him so bad it makes him seem crazy. Yuji, only then, wonders how smart it is to invite something like that into his house or if Okkotsu is crazy from having something like that glued to him. Yuji wonders if, maybe, he should be more scared. Maybe he should—

“Okay. We’re neighbors. We can be friends.” Okkotsu balls his sleeve up over his hand and uses it to wipe his face. “You should make friends in your own grade though.” A pause. “And don’t tell people your grandpa is working all the time. If you’re home alone sometimes, like, you shouldn’t tell people that.”

“Why?”

“You could get your grandpa in trouble? They could take you away from him?”

“Oh. He’s just out for the week. It’s fine. I haven’t punched anyone at school even once so no parent-teacher conferences!” Yuji flashes a thumbs up.

Okkotsu blinks owlishly. “Huh?

“I don’t like bullies.” Yuji gestures with his food, rolling his eyes. “Gramps says punching people is bad.”

“Uh, yeah—"

“But some people need punching,” Yuji quotes. “Gramps said that too.”

Okkotsu snorts, tries to hide the laugh with his hand. His laugh sounds funny, cracks in his throat and wheezes, like maybe he’s out of practice with it. “Um, aren’t you young to talk that way?”

“Gramps says you’re never too young to learn a hard lesson.”

Okkotsu’s face does something funny. “I… I don’t think that. I think you can be too young for—” He pauses. “Never mind. It’s nice to meet you, Itadori.”

“This is awesome. I have a middle school crush picked out. And I have an upperclassman mentor. I’m killing it.”

“You have what now?”