#when you drink alcohol youre supposed to respect her what the fuck are THESE

[todayisafridaynight]

ADMITTEDLY it’s a very “teenagers first alcohol” kind of vibe so I prommy it’s not popular with any demographic that’s older than 25 gdgdgd

I’m only just recently leaving my baby tastebuds please bare with me (and give me drink recs so I can leave candy hell)

(Also sidenote but I genuinely didn’t expect so much uproar over GRAPE FLAVOURING because I’ve never heard anyone hate it so much so once again I’m convinced this is an American problem and not a problem with my beloved grape flavour 🙏)

passport you are GROWN im fucking crying looking at all of this. this is the equivalent of whiteclaw.

[hoshigray]

hey!! I love you works=) Can I request a fem!chubby(optional)reader x gojo,where gojo is her mean roommate and after a night when he had fun with a random girl and reader couldn't sleep because of it she confront him and he shows her how much he loves-hates her (NSWF if you can,when I say love-hate I mean he loves her,but she is not afraid to attack his ego so he finds this quite annoying) I truly understand if you don't want to write and I respect your decision =) I just say to try my luck and see if you like the idea

lol well, I'm lucky to have time to indulge in this idea, so why not? hope i did this right...

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x roommate! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader can be read as chubby or not - implied mutual feelings/pining - kissing/making out - teasing - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and licking) - doggy style + missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - Gojo being a bit whipped for you - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - implied usage of alcohol - mention of saliva/drool. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k

“God, you can be such a fucking dumbass…Who told you to drink so much?”

“Listen–hic–I was just being the life of the party. Plus, gotta impress the ladies~”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just eat your damn mocha bread.”

Lying on the living room couch with you sitting on your knees on the carpet, tending to his drunken state, was not something Satoru Gojo had planned. It was supposed to be a chill night at the club with the guys – Geto, Nanami, and Haibara – yet he somehow found his way to the dance floor and danced like a rock star, drinking like a fish from taking up all the shots bought by all the women infatuated by him. What can he say; he could never refuse the ladies, even if he doesn’t like alcohol.

However, he’ll admit he might have overdone it and puked in the club bathroom for a solid 20 minutes before his friends decided it was time to go. You opened your apartment door to your roommate being carried by Haibara and Geto, the dark-haired men apologizing for the inconvenience at the late hour after dropping their friend on the couch and leaving you to deal with the tipsy fool. 

Although, with him dealing with the raging headache and horrid acid from the vomit earlier ruining his tastebuds, Gojo would say this wasn’t all too bad. Why? Well, now he has his cute roommate to look after him like they always do.

Although he feels a bit bad that you were up to see him at this ungodly hour, watching you sitting beside him and feeding him his favorite snack to ease his subsiding intoxication made him feel warm. The little pout on your face as you break apart pieces of the mocha bread to feed into his mouth, your gorgeous eyes examining him to see if he’s okay, and your cute pajamas comprised of an oversized shirt and some shorts. If it meant being treated by you like this, the snow-haired man figured he ought to get drunk more often.

The only problem was you nagging at him like he was a child, grabbing for his hand to hold the glass of water on his own. “Drink; I don’t want you puking on my carpet.” Yup, you were his roommate, all right.

He rolled his eyes while taking a sip. “You’re supposed to be talking all sweet and slow to me here because my head’s going at sixty miles an hour. Aren’t you supposed to be sympathetic to the weak?”

You scoffed. “Oh please, you are not weak; you’re just dumb enough to drink whatever thing some pretty girl gives you.” 

“Hmph,” He puffs at you, evoking your eye to twitch. “Well, maybe I should just go back to the venue and find that pretty lady who was dancing with me all night!” He takes a bite of some more mocha bread. “I’m sure she’d be nice enough to minister to my drunk self.”

That was a lie. There was a lady he was dancing with, the same lady who hung out with the guys at the club and had a good time with them. The woman was a wild and entertaining girl, Gojo will admit. But in all aspects, she was just there; she was nothing. If anything, Gojo wished that you were there instead of her. You were busy with work, opting to sit this out and maybe go with the guys the next time. 

And although he didn’t try to argue (outside of pestering you in giving in and coming along), he couldn’t get his mind off you while he was away. You were all he could think about, wondering if you were okay or if you remembered to eat dinner. Or just imagining you being with him, wearing something nice and letting loose around his friends – around him. Fuck, just visioning him and you dancing together would’ve been such a treat and probably saved his poor liver and stomach from all the alcohol. 

Instead, he’s spending the last moments of his late-night high with you, who should be sleeping. You say to him, “Would you?”

He draws his brows upwards. “Hmm?”

“Would you go back?” he now notices the look on your face, as if you’re going back and forth with something internally. “I mean, probably not because I’m sure whoever has to deal with you can’t feed you your favorite bread.” 

He hums, taking note of your expression and your fingers playing with the edge of his plate. “Why do you ask?”

“Because Nanami called me earlier when you were getting a little too wild, like, five shots in,” The number throws the man in a whirlwind; damn, I had more than five? “And he told me you were so tipsy and touchy that you couldn’t stop asking about me. Like, ‘Where’s Y/n’ or ‘Man, I wish Y/n was here; they love this song.’” 

Did I say that? “I said that?” A curt nod is given to Gojo, and he presses his lips to a thin line. Ah, shit. 

“All I’m saying is,” you continue with a pout. “It would be pretty scummy of you to say you’d wanna hang with another woman and then turn around and worry about me, for whatever reason.” 

Sky-blue eyes observe yours downcasted to the plate with the sweet bread. He couldn’t ignore how cute you avoided his gaze — it’s what prompted him to say this: “…There is a reason.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t worry about you for nothing,” you watch the white-haired man bring his upper body up from the couch with his elbows. His face is now a foot away from yours, close enough for you to see the earnest glint in his eyes under the soft, warm glow of the ceiling lighting. “Nothing is for ‘whatever’ reason if it’s with you.”

Your brows furrowed together, eyes avoiding Gojo’s gaze. “What could that reason be, I wonder. You’re just saying that so I can stop being up taking care of—“You couldn’t finish that sentence; how could you when Gojo brought a hand to your chin and prompted you to look back at him? Azure eyes pierced right into yours; it made your heart skip, and your body dare not to move.

“You want me to prove you wrong?” He asks with a neutral expression, hard for you to gauge what’s on his mind. You know him; he likes to poke fun or try to get you riled up. So, this shouldn’t be any different (aside from him holding your chin).

You huff, “Go ahead.”

And it was there where you should’ve chosen your words carefully.

“Khaaa! Ohhh! G–Gojo, stop…! Y’r fingerss—Ahhaaa!”

“Aht, aht, don’t do that, angel. Open those legs up for me…Fuck, you’re so cute…Mmm”

It took you aback when Gojo stood up from the couch, took your hand, and walked you from the living room to his room. Confusion on your part turned into immediate shock when he brought you into a kiss. With wide eyes and thoughts going at a million miles per hour, you instinctively tried to brush him off you. But one kiss turned into two, and two kisses turned into three. And before you know it, you sink into the feel of his pillowy lips, a leg situating between yours while your hands come around his neck.

And the surprises don’t stop there; Gojo then hoists you up — yes, picks you up! — and brings you to his bed to continue laying his lips on you. Your shaky moans resulted from his kisses trailing from your chin to your collarbone, the humps of his lower half chafing the groin of your shorts. The twitch of your chasm happens involuntarily — how embarrassing! Especially when he distracts you by claiming your lips again so he can pull down your bottoms and panties.

And that’s how we end up here, you crying out for him as he kisses and nibbles on your ear while his fingers play with your wet folds. “—Ahahhnn!! G–Gojo, no..! Not there…Hnnfff…!”

“You say that, but you’re not letting my fingers go, huh.” He chortles before kissing your cheek, stuffing his middle finger to aid his forefinger in scraping your inner walls. The wails that escaped your lips were so unlike the stern persona he’d usually deal with; they provoked him into wanting to hear more. “Damn, didn’t know my little cute roomie could make such cute sounds. Let me hear more, ‘kay?” 

Cute!? The adjective had your cheeks increase in heat with the twitch of your southern walls clamping onto Gojo’s digits. “Hoooh! Q–Quit playing with me, Gojo; just stop going so fa—Aaahhhh!!” 

From your protest, his fingers go even faster. And worse, he sneaks his thumb to your clitoris, where he shocks your body with swipes and grinds to the delicate pearl. Too fast for you to chew on your lip to shield the creams, “Hey now, I said call me by my name.” He looks at you with flushed cheeks and soft, hooded eyes — way too late to blame the alcohol for such effects. But you can see the passion that’s burning inside those blue orbs of his. “Don’t be stubborn on me, pretty girl. What’s my name, Y/n?”

God, first cutie, now pretty girl; how many names was he gonna call you to drag you deep into your pool of embarrassment? “Haahhh, Satoru, please,” your body jerks to the jabs of his fingers hitting inside you. 

“Heh, good girl. My little angel…” Gojo kisses you again, sucking on your tongue with a teasing vigor before lifting your shirt to display your body to him in its whole form. Your breasts spill open for him to claim a nipple into his mouth for a quick suck. He then travels down your abdomen, playfully nibbling on your soft skin and flesh for you to jerk. His hands massage your inner thighs after spreading them further. 

His face then comes down to your bare cunt, blowing on it to make you squirm. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to look at you for so long. You made such a gorgeous mess for me.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Gojo,” you peer down at him, only for him to beam with a mischievous smile. Damn, you cursed his dimples for making him look like a childish bastard!

“No thanks, I’m more interested in fucking this cute thing.” He snickers to himself before descending further in between your legs and having you gasp sharply at the feel of his lips on your slit. His tongue swishes between your folds and sucks in your leaking substances for him to savor, the wet muscle teasing its entrance of your vagina before inserting inside.

You almost choke on your spit, crying out for him to stop and trying to close your legs. But that proves worthless, Gojo’s hands holding them to your chest for him to feast on you properly. You’re forced to accept the laps of his tongue, and it has your ears ringing with the obscene sounds coming from the commotion.

“—Ohoo!! Satoru, stop!!” You bring a hand to his head to grab a tuff of his snow-white hair. It does nothing, only making him eat you out even more unsteadily.  His nose occasionally bumps into your clit, your other hand gripping the sheets. “Stooop it, I’m gonna cummm, if you keep….!”

“Go ahead, baby,” he withdraws his mouth, slipping his fingers back inside you to massage euphorically. Your eyes roll up when he licks on your clitoris. “Let’s see my pretty angel be messy for me.” 

You couldn’t prevent yourself from following his command even if you wanted to, the fingers and his wet muscle all doing their part in making sure you give in. And so you do, releasing the reins to let your orgasm overcome you, clamping onto his fingers as it pass through your body through the shocks and your erotic howls. 

And Gojo eats you up through your sensitive nerves and all, his hands not letting you writhe out of this as he stuffs his face into your cunt. Your body jolts with every passing shock until it relaxes. And even then, Gojo still carries a naughty grin when lifting his face and licking his digits. “Look at that, princess. Making my fingers all pretty.”

The display made your ears hot. “Don’t play with it like that!”

“Why, I’m gonna play with you a whole lot more, anyway,” he says while kissing your thighs. He surprises you with a bite, making you huff in surprise. “Gonna play and mark you all mine all night long.”

And he was not lying. Everything happened so fast; one moment, you’re lying on Gojo’s bed with him, eating you out until you come from his mouth two times. The next moment, your pajamas are stripped off you and thrown to the floor along with his. 

“—Noohhh!! Ohhh, fuuuck, ahh, ‘Toruuu, yer goin’ too fast…! Slow down!!”

“Hnngh! Ahhhh, easy for you to say with you gripping on me like crazy…Holy shiiiit, you feel so good…”

Now, you two in the nude are fucking like animals. The hour is way past late for noises to disrupt your neighbors, yet here you are on Gojo’s bed with your face down to the sheets and your ass propped up for him to drill his length deep inside you. He’s caged you beneath him, his strong arms on either side of you while his hips thrust into your plump ass and thighs. The sounds of the action were so raunchy to the ears, something straight from a porno.

The two of you have been going at it for about two previous rounds; your body is already sensitive and sweaty from this. You want to be tired – your mind is trying to tell you you’re exhausted. However, it’s impossible to think of anything else with Gojo hammering his dick into you like no tomorrow. Excessive come leaks from your cunt down your thighs, a white ring forming around the base of his shaft — evidence of your sexes union. 

“Ohhh Jesus, this ’s too much…Nnnphh!” The clap of your ass smacking onto Gojo’s pelvis made you sheepish, sinking your face further into the sheets to try and conceal your cries. But that’s not working when the tip of his cock grazes your velvety walls in such a precise motion that you almost choke on a sob, drool coming down your mouth. “Oh God, right there, ‘Toruuu…”

The white-haired man observes from above, examining your round ass and body jerk from his movements. Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy like this under him, wailing out from him being able to make you feel so good. It strokes his ego so badly, but that’s what happens when he’s finally proving to you how much he’s wanted your body like this. Your erotic body, your adorable mewls, and your amazingly tight cunt clenching on him as if you don’t want to let him go — it all makes his head pound, and his strokes smack on your harsher.

“Shiiiit, I’m so close…” He moans with a cold sweat that rolls down to his chin and hits the skin of your trapezius. Gojo then decides to switch things up before his evident release comes knocking. “Hey, sweetie. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

You were already maneuvered to face him before he could finish that sentence, your front forced to be seen in his gaze. Your half-lidded orbs locked in with Gojo’s as he bucks his hips to you during missionary. Oh, what an intimate position! 

“Hic—Don’t look!” You say while putting your hands up to his face – accidentally hitting the bottom of his chin, taking him by surprise – not wanting him to see your disheveled and messy self under his observant eyes. 

But that didn’t fly by with him, immediately grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. “Oh, none of that, princess,” his face descends to brush his nose against yours. “I told you I’d prove you wrong. So, how am I supposed to do that with you hiding from me like that?”

You gulp to give him a snarky answer, “Mmmph—You’ve proven that enough!”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckles lightly; fuck, he sounds so hot. “With you, there’s never enough.” He takes your lips with him before you can say more, grinding his hips onto your squelching chasm to scrape your sensitive spots to evoke your screams to be taken from his mouth. 

Gojo then snaps his hips into you at an unsteady tempo, the rhythm too fast to comprehend and catch yourself. The rough hits of his dick so harsh and sporadic, and your mewls are muffled by his kisses. Your hands go to his back, preparing yourself for the climax that rushes back to you for the fifth time that night. 

Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God! And it hits you like a slap to the face; your exhausted body trembles for yet another crescendo to crash over you. Your legs come around to Gojo’s waist to hold on. And Gojo’s not too far from orgasming on his own; the fluttering contractions of your cunt force him to give in and spill into you once again, groaning into your wet and puffy lips. 

The two of you embrace the jolts of your bodies in union, your lips glued to his as he kisses you through it all. And he drops his sweaty body on yours, the heat between you two sticking to your skins from the contact. A hand comes to the top of your head, caressing and massaging your scalp to further your relaxed state.

Gojo breaks the kiss with a soft sound, and a string of saliva sticks to you two until it’s broken apart from his ascent. He chortles, using a thumb to wipe your mouth from spit. “Well, did I make my point?”

You send him a tired glare, sighing heavily while your finger traces his back. “More than enough, Satoru.”

He beams, the dimples returning to blind you. “Good! Because I was thinking of going for another round—“

Your lips quiver with dread at the words, grabbing for a pillow and instantly hitting him in the head with it, not caring about him exclaiming in pain from the impact.

“Hurry up and get off me, you drunk, horny bastard!!”

But one thing was definite; it wasn’t the alcohol that Gojo was drunk on — it was you.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – dividers from @/benkeibear.

[postersofleon]

Wrong Age For A Babysitter

It's winter break. You went to visit your parents after a long time of seeing them. To your surprise, a guy who is your age says he needs to babysit you.

content: fluff and smut

notes: afab fem!reader, mentions of drinking alcohol, reader drinks it with leon. leon and reader are in their twenties. cute sex. second point of view to not have y/n, before the events of raccoon city, no mentions of holiday just winter. non canon lore of leon; this was suppose to be published in december, but I forgot about this.

taglist: @argreion

It was the winter holiday after a long time studying for finals, you went home to your parents home to visit them. At least for a while, but unexpectedly, your parents weren't home. You took off your shoes before entering, the house was dark with very little light. "No even a voice mail." You muttered bitterly. Your eyes looked around to see what you'll respectful steal from your parents. Cookies. Hell yeah. You grabbed from the selection and took a bite. The silent house only heard were the munches of your teeth eating the cookie.

That's when you saw a note from your parents on the fridge.

Hi, we went to dinner with a couple of friends. Sorry we couldn't be with you.

Your eyes narrowed, "But couldn't call." You didn't mean to sound so damn bitter, but how much it hurt to call in. You grabbed a beer and cracked the can open. You steal more cookies from the tray, and your eyes found the thermostat and made it comfortable heat. You grabbed your beer and sat on the couch of the living room.

You attempted to find the remote, but nope. This was getting more and more annoying. You put the beer on the coffee table and put the cookies on top of the fizzy beer. Your hands patted down the couch over and over, your fingers were shoved inside the edges of the couch. You found pocket change and put in your pocket without thinking twice.

But the small lived silence stopped when you heard a knock. Your head snapped to turn to see who it could be. Was it those Christmas singers? No. There's was silence, and those people were loud. You carefully grabbed a cookie and ate a bit of it before walking towards the door.

You checked the peep hole and found a sandy blond guy in the other side. His cheeks were flushed from the cold. "Hi?" He began, "Um, I'm Leon. The babysitter." He knocked again.

Maybe it was a dumb action but you opened the door immediately. "Sorry, wrong house. I'm twenty." It wouldn't make sense why your parents would send a babysitter.

Leon shook his head, "Impossible." He took off his glove and pulled out a piece of paper that read your address. You ate another piece of your cookie before looking at the paper, "You got the wrong house." You knew so. You stepped a bit out of the comfort of your home, "Over there." Leon turned to see, "My neighbors have a daughter. You are probably her babysitter."

Leon shook his head, "I don't mess up my addresses." He exhaled deeply. His eyes almost intimidated you, he looked so damn determined, and with that you felt a bit of second hand embarrassment. You took another bite of your cookie, "Can I see some ID?" You asked him with small levels of impatience. Leon automatically gave you his ID.

What a handsome guy. "Leon Scott Kennedy." You read out his information, "Happy early birthday." You smiled politely at him as you continued to look at it.

You knew your parents were careful around you, but not to give you a babysitter at your age. "Listen," You began, "You seem a nice guy, but I don't need a babysitter. I just got out of college to enjoy the winter break."

Leon sighed softly, the exhale was that looked like that fog, "Listen, I don't break my promises," His blue eyes were focused, "If your parents put me as a twenty year olds babysitter. I'll do it."

"Fuck it. Fine." You pulled away to let him enter. You were being stupid and ignore all the possible red flags of this situation. Once Leon entered, he took off his snow boots and his coat. He turned to see the living room, hoping at least there was children to actually take care of, but it was only you and him.

"Wanna a beer?" You asked him with a tiny awkward smile.

Leon didn't drink beer in his babysitting job. But what is he gonna protect you from? "Yeah, that would be nice." He sat down on the couch and looked around. It was nice and toasty. You looked at him for a second before going to the kitchen and grabbing a beer. "Here ya go." She walked back and handed it to him.

He gladly accepted it. "Appreciate it."

You sat on the other side of the couch. You needed to see why this guy was going to be your babysitter. It was dumb. You are still convinced Leon got the wrong address, but for now, you will just stayed quiet and took a drink.

Your babysitter took a drink of his own beer.

Your head leaned on the couch to see Leon properly. It was unacceptable that this guy was hot. He looked cute and lovely, and unfortunately, it wasn't enough to flirt with him. Leon turned around to see you. He had a small smile, "I'm sorry. I know I seem like a red flag." He whispered.

Without a second, you nodded your head, "Yeah, it hard to think you are... y'know... normal?"

Leon chuckled softly, "I'm going to be a cop." You snorted a laugh, "That doesn't prove anything." A gentle tease.

Leon laughed a bit louder, "I guess you are right." He took a small drink of his beer. "But I wanted to become a cop to protect people. I grew up poor with my grandma after my parents died so..." Leon brushed his hair behind his ear. "I want to be good."

"It's a noble wish." You whispered softly.

"Yeah, well, I'm trying to be chosen to work for Raccoon City." Leon leaned on the couch as he looked at your eyes. He swallowed, "It's... it's a nice place to start." You nodded your head as you listened to him speak; he had a lovely voice.

You two took a drink. You leaned closer to him, "It's nice." You confirmed.

Leon sighed softly, his cheeks redden from the warm place, "Listen," Leon rubbed gently his wrist, "Maybe I was... too stubborn." He couldn't even look at your eyes from the simple idea of him being wrong. Thinking his stuff more clearly, Leon sighed again, "I was wrong. Maybe you are right."

A small laugh appeared from your lips, "No way? Really?" You finished your beer and placed it between your thighs. Leon scowled, "I, I know." But he didn't seem offended by it. Immediately, he laughed softly, "I'm sorry." A small pause between you two, Leon looked down your thighs.

"Sorry." He whispered again.

Yeah, your own thoughts were infected at the idea so quickly. It was amusing that you first thought this dork wasn't worth it until his eyes traveled down at your thighs.

"It's, um," You cleared your throat, "Fine." Your hands grabbed the can of beer and put it on the coffee table. Leon's cheeks were redder before leaning completely forward. His lips were still a bit cold, but your warm lips didn't mind it. Gently, Leon got on top of you. His knees were side to side of your thighs, his lips tasted awful with the beer and the coldness. Yet it didn't stop you. Your lips moved with his, your lips gently sucked on his, and slowly, your tongue was inside of his mouth.

Leon's hands grabbed your hips against his, pulling them ever so gently. Leon's hips gently began to hump against you. You dropped the kiss, "L-leon..." You mumbled weakly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he continued to hump you.

His humps were desperately slowly in attempts to get his erection, and certainly, you began to feel the bulge. Leon looked at you shyly.

God, who is this guy looking shy after grinding against you? "Are you wet?" He asked you.

Your cheeks burned up, "Um, a bit," You admitted softly, "But, I'm..." Your eyes were finally full-on focused into Leon. His cheeks were red, his bulge continued to grind against you. What kind of one night stand is this?

"Need more?" Leon whispered softly.

You nodded. Leon nodded his head and slowly got between your legs. "May I?" Leon asked. You nodded your head, "Yeah." Leon pressed his nose against your crotch, gently licking you. You gasped very weakly. His hands grabbed your hips so gently, holding you tightly. Even though you had pants on, you could feel how his hot breath felt.

"I'm ready." You whispered softly. Leon looked up at you, "You sure?" You knew it was too fast, but it was definitely worth it already. Another nod.

Leon sat up and undid your jean's button and slid them down. His eyes were focused on your thighs and your face, darting them up and down, "I, okay." He took off his own jeans. Your cheeks burned even more when you saw his dick. Your hands covered your face, "Um, I-" You laughed nervously.

"Don't laugh at it." Leon faked a pout.

His hand gently rubbed his dick and pumped it gently, "It has feelings." Slowly, the tip brushed your clit, you chewed on your lip as it slowly went inside. "Oh, fuck..." You muttered so ever weakly. Leon groaned weakly, his hips gently pushed more and more until he was completely in. His blue eyes met yours for a second and laughed, "I, I-" His dick twitched happily, he leaned close and began to kiss you. So gently and kindly. You followed behind him. Small pecks of kisses that slowly, little by little grew.

You held him tightly, his hands caressed your cheeks, "Mm, I, I could ask you on a date..." Leon mumbled against your lips. His hips slowly began to move, small little thrusts, "I don't, I don't usually do this..." Leon groaned weakly, "In the first date-" Leon rested his head on your neck and his hips went faster.

His tongue licked your neck and bite on your skin. Trying to be quiet. You gasped weakly as you felt him enter you in and out. His hands gently grabbed your breasts through your shirt, squeezing them gently.

Another weak whine, "L-Leon..." Leon lifted your shirt and shoved his face between your breasts as he thrusted deeper and deeper. He kissed your breasts gently and sucked your nipples.

Was this really all the attempts to keep quiet? To make you feel that you'll be loud. He gently nibbled on them, he growled weakly as he thrusts went faster and faster. "I, I need to..." Leon mumbled softly.

He groaned weakly, trying to hold in his release. You pulled him away from your breasts, his lips were covered with drool- his eyes were empty. He looked so pretty. You leaned weakly towards him and kissed him. He whined weakly, "Fu-Fuck, fuck..." Leon's hands travel down your lines, holding your thighs.

You were making this harder and harder for Leon.

Leon kissed your jaw as he continued to groan. His thrusts went into a bit harsher pounding, "C'mon, c'mon..."

He needed your release more than ever.

You felt how his cock just twitched over and over. His length moved in and out, the desperation in the two of you grew. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it. He whined. He finally whined with those grunts, it was just a mix of him rubbing it over and over.

You cried weakly, "Leon!"

His thrusts turned a bit sloppier, Leon groaned louder as he focused only, only in your pleasure. Soon enough, his cum exploded inside of you. Leon cursed softly as he felt your cunt hold him, your warmth was so nice. Inviting. Leon held your face. Giving you more and more kisses around your cheeks and lips. You gasped softly, trying to catch your breath, "Leon..." You mumbled weakly.

Leon pulled out of you and his cum slide down. His heart fluttered. He should have worn a condom, but all he could do is look at your face.

Leon laughed softly again and kissed you over and over, "I'm- I'm sorry." He was even more lovable. You laughed weakly, "Stop, stop it." Leon's eyes were so bright, and it made your heart melt even more.

Your hand gently held his, sharing a small moment until you heard your parents open the door. You two attempted to fix each other up, it was fast, but the smell of sex ruined the lovely winter joy. You fixed Leon's hair, his cheeks were still red, and he was met with another kiss. "I owe you the date." Leon whispered softly. He caressed your cheek before kissing you again.

"Oh, hi," It was your dad, "Um, who is the guy?" You gently pulled away, "He's.. he's my boyfriend." Leon blushed heavily. Babysitting isn't as tough, but Leon did have to remember he accidentally forgot his job. "Um, well," Leon forced a smile, "Hi."

[pennyserenade]

crimson & clover | neil lewis x reader

summary | what begins as a innocent night at the club turns into something a bit more adventurous for you and the man who owns your favorite movie store. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | alcohol mention, smut, explicit smut, fingering, semi-public sex, praise, unprotected, dirty talk (non degrading), neil is lovely! polite and respectful! word count | 2.8k+ a/n | i put on a 2000s club playlist and got to work. this is not beta'd because life is crazy but i hope you enjoy it. i dedicate this to @burt-reynolds, for all of her lovely 2000s aesthetics and her lovely vibes, and @theredviper for being so supportive and lovely always.

“Holy shit,” Neil mutters, his eager fingers gripping tightly onto your hips.

A thrum of music carries from outside the bathroom, where you’ve both left your respective friend groups in the haze of your alcohol infused ardor. As Neil lines your hips up to his clothed crotch, you make eye contact in the cloudy mirror above the sink. His gray blue eyes glow under the harsh lighting - wet and earnest as one of his hands trails to your backside, drawing up your short skirt. The heart pendant on your neck dangles dangerously close to the porcelain as he pushes your legs further apart, knocking one with his knee as a soft groan falls from his lips. The heat his body emits onto your own is enough to make you let out a shaky breath.

You told yourself you wouldn’t do this. Swore to it, in fact. It was the thing your friends constantly got at you for--the way you’d stop at Neil’s store twice a week, flirt with either him or Jonathan, and come out with your movies half price. You weren’t ever supposed to fuck one of them. It was contrary to your entire relationship, giving him what you were supposed to tease forever. But God, you couldn’t help it—not tonight.

When you had entered the club, Neil had already been there with Jonathan, but you hadn’t seen him until about thirty minutes in. Over the sound of intoxicated voices trying to speak over one another and loud, pulsing music, you’d locked eyes. It had begun as an innocuous greeting - a slight nod of your heads and demure smiles, nothing more. But there’d been more drinks and more talking, and your two friend groups drew closer together as the night went on.

It had happened when Jonathan had his hand on your friend’s thigh and his tongue down her throat. You and Neil were standing awkwardly next to them, pretending you weren’t in the presence of two people who were treading dangerously close to fucking in a public space. Neil held a beer in his hand, his face flushed from the heat and most likely the drink, and you were working your way slowly through another Vodka cranberry. He’d said something you couldn’t hear and when you asked him to repeat it, he did - drawing his face nearer to your own. The setting invited your next actions: his lips on yours, the drinks abandoned on the sticky countertop of your table in favor of touching each other.

He fumbles with his jeans behind you now, the clack of his belt making your heart thud. “I don’t usually do this,” you giggle, hanging your head to look at him behind. His blunt fingers work diligently, pushing down his pants to his knees. You smile; the blue of his boxers does little to conceal his erection.

You look back to the mirror. He gives you a boyish smile, warm and lopsided, before reaching down between your bodies and sliding your thong to the side.

“Mm,” he says, caging his bottom lip between his teeth. In a gruff voice, he adds, “God, you’re fucking glistening, baby. Look at you. Just—“ His fingers part your lips, his eyebrows disappearing beneath his fringe as he coats his fingers with your slick, “look at that.”

The rich baritone of his voice coaxes unheard levels of confidence out of you; canting your hips back, you draw his fingers over your core, giving him unexpressed permission to enter you with the two fingers he’s been working through your cunt. The mirror gives you access to his features, impervious to propriety as they are: the sheen of sweat on his temples, the twist of his freckled lips, the slow bob of his throat as he teases a finger around your hole. You clench around the idea of him and he is good enough to sink a single finger in. With his other hand, he props your hips up.

In the mirror, you meet each other. The sweet, endearing nerd you had twisted your hair for in the video store is suddenly transformed into the stuff of romance books. Or a Hitchcock film. Yeah - Neil would like that reference. A positively Hitchcockian experience, the smolder of desire flashing dangerously in his eyes, like Gregory Peck with Ingrid Bergman in Spellbound. Like Cary Grant in—

“Oh.” Your nails grip onto the sink as his other hand slips down your front. Thrusting his thick finger slowly out of you, he presses two fingers over your clit, his cool lips grazing over your exposed shoulder. In this position - with his one hand focused on your clit and the other on your core - Neil’s body is completely enveloping your own. The poke of his erection on your ass is inspiring - not that you really need any inspiration. His fingers are more skilled than they have the right to be, curling inside of you, finding every nerve along your walls as he brushes, teasingly, over your sensitive clit.

When you think it can’t get any better — your body leaning back invitingly into his own, your mouth dry and desperate, the peak of your desire building and building, Neil enters another finger. His warm tongue finds a sensitive spot of your neck, and you grip the sink with renewed ferocity, feeling a dangerous, overwhelming sensation grip you.

“Oh, Neil,” you gasp, fingers carding through his hair, “I’m gonna—it feels like I might pee if you keep doing that.”

The groan that escapes his mouth, swiping hotly against the flesh of your neck, is positively guttural. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn warm and wet—“ his teeth scrap over your neck, “And you keep pressing your ass into my cock. Can hardly bear to stop this.”

He provides some alleviation by removing his hand from your clit, but he hones in on your cunt, gliding his fingers gently alongside your walls. Even through the sound of music, you can hear yourself — can hear the way your cunt beckons him in, welcomes the intrusion of him, despite your body so desperately feeling close to the point of exploding.

“Neil!” you call out with urgency, knowing you’re close to doing something you’re not prepared to. He relents when you reach behind, gripping onto his wrist, pleading. The absence of his fingers is noticeable as soon as he retracts them, but as you work at steadying your breath you feel somewhat grateful.

Smiling with a satisfied look in his eyes, he rests his dampened digits on your hips, and brings his lips to your ear. You watch him in the mirror, noting the glossy shine of your lips as he whispers, “God, you’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted to do that—to do this—for so long. Thought about it—“ he drops his lips to spot behind your ear, murmuring, “—every time you’d come in.”

A slight return of his boyishness manifests itself in the lilt of his voice.

“Me too,” you reply, awed.

He grabs hold of your ass, pressing you lightly into the sink from the force of it. The coolness of the porcelain on the warmth of your exposed flesh makes you hiss through your teeth.

“Never thought this would actually happen, you know?” he says. It’s so genuine you can’t help the way a smile finds its way to your lips. He matches it with his own, looking every bit like the Neil you’ve known for months. But you don’t want that Neil—not now. You want a Neil who will fuck you from behind.

You grab a tuft of his hair as he gropes at your ass.

“I always imagined you fucking me over the counter like this,” you tell him purposefully, voice faux innocent. He hums, delighted by your words—you feel it in the way he’s begun to gently rock it into you. You drive the point further, pressing against him as you watch your mirrored reflections. Your eyes grow lidded, seducing. “Need your cock so bad, Neil,” you whisper.

He whimpers when you reach behind yourself, your hand on his cock. It’s the sweetest sound, but only half as good as the way his body lurches into your touch. He doesn’t need to say it for you to understand: he wants you this badly, too. It doesn’t take him long to reach for the band of his underwear, pushing them down to his ankles with his pants.

Wrapping his hand around your jaw, Neil guides your mouth to his. You arch into him, turning your head to meet his lips better. The resulting moan that you get when you lick into his mouth travels through you both. A string of saliva hangs between you as you part, detaching only when he says, “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby, just the way you wanted.”

You like him like this. It thrills you to know he exists in this form, that for all of his nervousness when you made pointed eye contact and shamelessly flirted at his store, he isn’t hesitant to be crude. You expected it of his friend, but this—it’s beyond what you could have imagined.

You watch as he focuses, the shadows of the bathroom painting over his face while he brings his cock to your entrance. Your fingers grip on the sink; already you can tell he is thick, that even though he has readied you, it will be a stretch.

Smirking, he looks back up to you. He is so achingly good looking, all sharp features, those stunning eyes of his lighting with a deep want. He swallows harshly as you share a moment, the head of his cock at your entrance, his fingers pressing into your hip, but nothing yet happening. You nod, and that is all the encouragement he needs; he presses in, a slow, careful motion.

As expected, it is a bit of a stretch. Wet as you are, it takes him a moment to work himself inside. Every careful inch of the way, you feel him: his veins against your walls, the fullness of him inside of you, the pleasure-pain of having to adjust to him. You worry your lip between your teeth in an attempt to stop a whine from falling out. From behind you, Neil looks positively blissed out as his hips draw nearer to your ass. He groans, looking at the place where your bodies connect.

“God, you’re so big,” you groan, reaching behind to touch the hand he has on your hip.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he slides back into. You can tell he is attempting to establish a rhythm, some place between his pleasure and yours. You can hardly stand it. You can feel the slick between your thighs, can sense just how badly your body wants him by how it welcomes him. You need him faster.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mutters, licking his lips. He begins to draw you back into him, moving you on his cock with the guidance of your hips. His eyes flash to the mirror, and you know immediately what it is he’s looking at: your tits, the way they bounce over the edge of your shirt as you move. The longer he watches, the quicker his hips begin to move, seemingly spurred on by the simple motion.

His hand slides up your shirt, stroking your skin, until he is skirting his fingers underneath your bra. Once again, he draws you closer to his chest. This time he presses his lips next to your ear. “So tight, baby,” he growls. “Taking me so fuckin’ good. Look at you. So—so fuckin’ pretty, sliding back on my cock.”

You can tell he’s trying hard not to lose himself. You wrap an arm around his neck, adjusting. In this position, he pushes more deeply into you, his cock rutting against the top of your walls just right.

Neil rolls over your nipple with his thumb, and his tongue licks a sensitive patch on your neck as you slide back into him again. You’ve both begun to move faster, your movements desperate. He is no longer so concerned about his limits, too caught up in the ease with which your cunt takes him, and how delightfully you mewl each time he bottoms out in you.

The length of his thrusts begin to grow shorter. He barely lifts you off of him before drawing you back, his eyes once more to your chest. Even in the dim lighting, you can tell he’s got a heavy blush spreading across his cheeks—that he’s nearing completion with each unsteady thrust he pushes into you. Before it’s too late, you decide to touch yourself, reaching between your legs fingers to rub over your sensitive clit in the small space he’s put between you and the sink. He latches on to the sight almost immediately, hooked on the image of you as he is.

“Fuck,” he hums, almost reverently, drawing up the front of your skirt. You squirm against him, whimpering, and he nods. “Yeah, like that. Squeezing me so good, honey.”

A bit more roughly than you thought him capable of, Neil yanks the top of your bra down, exposing your tits. As you reach nearer to finishing, the desire in the pit of your stomach becomes nearly palpable. Neil uses one hand to play with your nipples again. His thrusts slow, becoming more purposeful. “Come for me,” he encourages, voice like Heaven, all low and rich, honey on your skin. You circle your clit faster, spurred on, wanting to pleasure him.

As the orgasm happens, the warm flush of it hitting you everywhere, he moans. A few earnest laughs fall out of his mouth too, as if he can’t believe he’s coaxed you to it.

“Fuck, I can feel it—fuck, yeah, baby,” he groans, his speed picking up. You let go of his neck, falling forward again. You’re so overcome with pleasure that when you hit the sink, the pain doesn’t even register. He thrusts inside of you, pressing you down into the porcelain. The bathroom is filled with the echoes of your bodies slapping against one another, even over the club music, and it’s so good, so delicious, evident in the etches of your faces as he finds his release.

Neil exits you without warning a few pumps later, his warm seed spelling over the back of your thighs. He gasps softly, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty, the air thick around you, but still he wraps himself around you. In truth, you find it endearing, the way his arms wrap around you, how you can feel the quick thud, thud, thud of his heart against your back as you collect yourself.

When you come back to yourselves, Neil rubs an affectionate hand over your arm, meeting your eye in the mirror. “Sorry,” he says, sounding a bit sheepish. He gestures down to your thighs. “I didn’t—it just happened so quickly. I forgot to ask where I should."

You laugh softly, taking in the state of both in the mirror. Half of your makeup is smudged off, and your lips are puffy, and you’ve done a number on his hair, the back wild and mussed up from running your fingers through it. You’re both blown up pupils and uncaring, eager smiles, too, like teenagers who’ve just discovered sex. “It’s okay,” you assure. “I had fun.”

He squeezes your hip, grinning widely. “Me too. I was wondering–uh.” His nose scrunches and you can tell he’s returned to himself full force. There’s a waver in his voice and a blush on his cheek that’s not just residue from the sex, which is awfully reminiscent of each encounter you’ve had with him at his movie store. “I don’t fuck in bathrooms a lot either, so I’m unsure if this is breaking any of the pillow talk rules…”

He looks to you for assurance, and you smile, waiting patiently. He smiles weakly. “You wanna go to dinner with me sometime next week, maybe?” he asks.

It doesn’t take long for you to form a response. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Really?” He seems surprised.

“Yeah. It’s not every day a man fucks in you in a club bathroom and then ask you to dinner after. You’ve intrigued me.”

His dimples appear. “I’m glad because there’s a pizza place by the store that I love, and the owners have begun to ask me when I’m going to get a girlfriend. Even if it doesn’t work out between us, I think that’ll hold them off for a while.”

The laugh that you let out seems to come from within you, a delighted, true sound.

This won’t be so bad, you realize. There’s only one thing better than half priced movies and flirting with the man who owns the movie store: free ones and fucking him.

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I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - ACOTAR

Eris x Rhysand’s Sister (Reader)

“I cry a lot but I am so productive. It’s an art.”

warnings: toxic man implied, abused eris, emotionally unavailable eris, depressed reader, broken up mates, angst

968 words

Masterlist :)

"Yes, I went to Day and reported the findings to Helion. Then to Thesan." You reported to your High Lord and Lady. Rhysand looked more than pleased, and Feyre could only gape at you in awe. 

"You did all that in a day?" She asked in shock, admiration gleaming in her eyes for you. You nodded, a tired smile adorning your face, "and the ball is all set for tonight." 

Feyre gaped along with her mate, they could hardly believe it. "You are a blessing, a real fucking blessing. Thank you, so much... you will get more than a hefty bonus in your next payment." Rhysand grinned, dark talons caressing your mind in a soothing way. 

You rolled your eyes at your brother, then asked, "why do you two always act like I'm some kind of miracle fae?" 

They glanced at each other, then back at you, and then pity overtook both their stares. You know why. You were supposed to be heartbroken, as you had just ended your betrothal to Eris Vanserra. The two of you were mates, but the abuse he had suffered from his father and the toxic familiar dynamics he had grown up in, made him less than emotionally unavailable. 

He was unable to communicate what he felt, all he could do was share his feelings through your bond. But that was not enough, not when he had commitment issues and acted like an ass to your family. The bond was strong, but your self-respect was stronger.  Especially when you knew what you were worth, being the Night Court's High Lord's sister and Princess of Velaris. 

"What happened with Eris... at the last ball... it was bad..." Feyre trailed, not wanting to exactly mention what had happened. It was fucking painful for you, you had broken your engagement in front of everyone. "And I saw you crying last night... and this morning before your mission..." she added. 

"I cry a lot, but I am still very productive. I can do my work with a broken heart." You replied with a simple shrug, much to Rhysand's dismay. You had always been like that, had always hidden your feelings and done your work even when you were breaking down.

“You’re a real tough kid.” He said softly, violet eyes eyeing you closely, “you complete all your missions seamlessly. You are an example to follow.” 

You chuckled dryly, “yeah, yeah, I am the best. Can I go get ready for tonight? I got the most beautiful dress and I want to try it on.” With that, the couple simply nodded and excused you. 

They were right to be impressed. You wanted to die, and yet— you were ready to shine that night, like every other night. 

Ready to show everyone lies. 

-

The ball in the House of Wind went off without a problem, and like every other night-- you were the center of attention. The gown you wore was magnificent, the light reflected off you in a majestic manner, almost as if you wore liquid starlight in your frame. You stood at the side of the bar with Azriel, watching as everyone arrived, sipping on a tall glass of champagne. You knew Eris was coming, you needed to drink before seeing him. 

"You look pretty," the shadowsinger said in a stoic manner, hazel eyes traveling up and down your frame swiftly. You smirked into your glass, "as do you." 

"Have you spoken to him?" He asked, and you knew he referred to Eris. Azriel cared, and he showed it, having known you since the moment you had been born-- he was protective of you. Especially because he loathed Eris with all his being. 

"Please, he avoids me like I am faebane," you snorted, the alcohol working its magic on you already. And you were grateful for it, because you almost choked when your eyes met the red - haired male that had once promised he would love you for his whole life. What a short life. 

You felt Azriel's eyes on you, his shadows coiling around your ankles in support as you watched Eris strut into the ball as if he owned it. He commanded the room, but that was normal. He was a magnetic force of a male. You looked at Azriel, seeking shelter in his hazel eyes-- the mating bond was tugging you to Eris, his presence was like a fire roaring inside your heart. 

You were about to break down, so you hit the dance floor. Dragging your sister-in-law from her seat next to your brother, you danced and danced. Feyre and you were always a force to be reckoned with when you partied together, and that night was no exception. You both were grinning as you danced, twirling about the Hall as if you were made of starlight. 

The crowd of fae chanted and cheered for you, and you could feel the pieces of your heart shattering on the floor. It was always like that. You were miserable, and no one even knew. You laughed as you danced with Feyre, as if you couldn't feel your mate's heartbreak from across the room. "Eris looks like he wants to die," Feyre whispered as if she could read your mind. 

"Yeah, but if I try to talk to him, he avoids me like I have fae plague," you snickered, your eyes finding the heir of Autumn. As soon as your eyes found his, they were looking away from you, as if he hadn't been watching you dance. You wanted to die, but instead you twirled and grinned as if you were having the time of your life. 

"Then let me talk to him," the High Lady offered, and you stopped your dancing, giving her a stern look. 

"I can handle my shit, Feyre." 

-

Author’s note:

This will probably have a part two because i love eris and i want him to be happy. Also ttpd has me in my feels soooooo probs a lot of angst coming ehfuhihoiqhioghhrueiuifio3iij4rijj

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Lovers rock pt2. | S.ES |

After a drunken encounter, yn and eunseok question the future of their relationship.

cw: drinking, cursing, heavy angst, pining, miscommunication, eventual fluff, lots of crying.

WC: 3.8k

YN had dreamt up an idea of how to start the conversation with Eunseok. Maybe they’d have breakfast and coffee, relax a little, then talk. She had it worked out in her mind, she wouldn’t be combative, or angry, she’d keep herself calm. Regardless of the outcome, they could both walk away with more understanding of each other.

She felt hopeful- like maybe they could reach something that could help them both. Maybe, they could start again, and their relationship could thrive more than it had before. Maybe it was a good thing he came to her apartment. Maybe Eunseok would be back in her life again, and he wouldn’t just leave out of nowhere.

To her surprise, she woke up alone. Eunseok’s arm wasn’t around her, his breath didn’t fan over her ears. He was just gone. She got up and looked around her apartment, not wanting to believe he’d just leave without saying anything. But after a moment, she realized that he did.

YN sat down on her couch in disbelief. Though she knew Eunseok, she didn’t expect him to stoop that low, to leave before she could say anything to him. She thought back to his drunken babbles, about how much he missed her, about wanting her back. Was it all just the alcohol? And then she thought of the kiss. The sweet, tender kiss they shared, that made her heart beat out of her chest.

Was she stupid to think it meant anything?

She thought about Eunseok, their relationship before, and the day they broke up. She thought about him knocking at her door, drunk from his parties, and practically never letting go of her. She thought about the parties they attended together, how he never got drunk then so he could spend more time with her. Her heart ached at the thought.

And then she realized that yes.

She was stupid.

Eunseok decided to confide in his friend about the situation. He and Wonbin went out to get lunch the day after, and Eunseok dropped the bomb.

“I think I might’ve hooked up with my ex,” He sighed.

Wonbin dropped his fork, choking on his food. “You what?” He asked, patting his chest aggressively. “Like, YN?”

Eunseok nodded. “But I’m not sure,” he sighed. “I got drunk as fuck, and the next morning I was laying in bed next to her.”

“Were your clothes on?” Wonbin asked.

“Yeah?” Eunseok nodded hesitantly.

“Even the jeans?” Wonbin asked, and Eunseok nodded. “Then you probably didn’t,” Eunseok let out a sigh in relief. “But you still went to see your ex,”

“I know, I know,” Eunseok groaned.

“Did you say anything after?” Wonbin leaned forward.

“No,”

“Have you guys talked about it at all?” Eunseok shook his head. “Not even a text?”

“Nope,” Eunseok shoved a bite of food into his mouth.

“Nothing????” Wonbin asked in disbelief. “So what, you just did the walk of shame and neither of you said anything?”

Eunseok cleared his throat. “I kinda…. Skipped the walk of shame,” he muttered.

Wonbin deadpanned. “Eunseok.”

“Wonbin,” Eunseok sighed, knowing what was about to say next.

“What did you do?”

“I just left,”

“When did you leave?”

“It doesn’t matter,”

“Yes it does, because I can tell you’re still thinking about it. So it matters. Tell me.” Wonbin demanded. “Eunseok,” he said sternly.

“I left before she woke up,” He mumbled into his hand.

“What?” Wonbin leaned forward. “I can’t here y-”

“I left before she woke up!” Eunseok said, a little louder than he intended. Now people were staring. “Happy now?”

“No, i’m extremely unhappy,” Wonbin deadpanned. “What the hell is your problem? Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be supporting me as my friend?” Eunseok asked desperately.

“No, as your best friend, it would be wrong for me to lie and say that what you did was okay,” Wonbin sighed.

“She’s my ex! What did you expect me to do?”

“Have a respectful conversation and go your separate ways?” Wonbin suggested, giving Eunseok an annoyed smile.

He just sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” He said. “We aren’t together, and I have no intention of talking to her again,”

“I mean, given how much you bring her up, I highly doubt that,” Wonbin pointed out.

“Whatever man,” Eunseok stood up. “See you around,” he walked out of the building, hearing Wonbin yelling behind him.

“Talk to her!”

When Eunseok got outside, he pulled out his phone. YN hadn’t texted him, so why should he text her? He shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling to himself about the whole situation being stupid. He walked down the sidewalk, listening to the road next to him, and the small talk of people around him. The sky was a gloomy gray, and the wind blew against his skin uncomfortably.

He crossed the street and gazed up at a familiar building. YN’s apartment building. He looked up to the homely looking building, reminiscing about the first time YN brought him to her place. She made him ramen and they played video games on her couch. Those were the moments he missed. The sweet, domestic moments with the girl he cared for. The street felt brighter on this side, more lively, more whole. Maybe because of the building, or maybe, because Eunseok liked that side of the street for his own reason.

He heard the sound of heels stepping down the stairs, and turned his gaze. He felt like an idiot when he saw YN, carrying her bag, looking so put together, likely on her way to class. They were both frozen, staring at each other. Eunseok thought about making a joke, or saying hi. But he realized how weird he must seem to her. Disappearing only to reappear outside her home.

But Eunseok didn’t do anything. Instead, YN just walked past him with a look of indifference.

And they were right back at square one.

It had been two weeks since the two ex lovers had met. In those two weeks, Eunseok struggled to remember what happened between them, and found himself not wanting to avoid YN anymore. YN on the other hand, had seemed set on tuning out his existence. Eunseok often tried making eye contact with her, tried to get any kind of reaction from her, but she never budged, looking past him.

YN convinced her friend Chaewon to go to a party with her. It had been too long since she’d shown up to a party, and she knew some of her friends had been missing her. She spent a while getting ready, wanting to look good, feel good, dance, and drink until she stopped wanting to cry about what happened with Eunseok.

She had a feeling Eunseok would be there. He was known to get around parties a lot, so it wouldn’t surprise her. If anything, the petty part of her wanted him to know that she was just fine without him.

Eunseok was already there with his friends when she walked through the door. She wore a black minidress that showed enough skin to get him hot and bothered, hair down, her pretty smile emanating through the room as she greeted her friends. He didn’t try to hide his own stares, watching as she crossed across the house, he wondered if she could feel his gaze against her skin.

He wondered why she was there. She hadn’t shown up to any parties recently, and now appeared out of nowhere. While YN was doing fine on her own, Eunseok felt himself lose his cool minute by minute. When she crossed the room again, she made eye contact, as she headed in his direction. He felt himself stand up straighter next to Wonbin, as if trying to size her up as she approached. When they were almost face to face, YN rolled her eyes to the other direction with a lazy smirk, swerving around him to walk to the kitchen.

Eunseok blinked in confusion. What just happened???

As he questioned his life choices, wondered why he found that moment oddly attractive, he heard Wonbin let out a laugh beside him.

“What’s so funny?” Eunseok scoffed.

“You,” He sighed. “And her.” the younger one smirked. “I saw the way you stopped slouching when you thought she was leavinggggg,”

“You’re just seeing things,” Eunseok sighed, walking into the kitchen, part of him hoping YN would still be in there. Maybe he could get a word in while they were both still sober.

He saw her leaning against the counter, playing with her hair as she poured a drink, and talked to two guys. He watched as she giggled while they talked, how she batted her eyelashes up at them. He felt unjustifiably jealous. He cleared his throat and the two guys turned to face him, backing out of the way so he could grab a drink. While his back was turned, he didn’t notice when YN slipped away, joining her friends, putting distance between the two of them.

Eunseok Joined his friends, glancing across the room, watching as YN would sip on her drinks. He knew she couldn’t hold her drinks, and something told him to not drink anymore. He was chatting across the room with his friends, when she saw him get close with another guy, a guy in their grade, Jisung. He felt his jaw clench as the two of them danced, while his friends tried to pull his attention away from the scene. Eunseok tried to not pay attention when she’d dance with Jisung, but found himself glancing over time and time again.

Hours had passed, Eunseok sat on the couch while YN, clearly drunk, was chatting with her friends. She was giggly, her speech sloppy and cheeks pink, it would’ve been a cute sight to see if Eunseok hadn’t been filled with worry once he realized she had been getting tipsy. What if she didn’t have a ride home? All her other friends were drinking, she didn’t really know anyone else, and he didn’t trust anyone else to take her home. Why was that his business?

It was when she got lost from her group of friends that Eunseok got worried. He had seen in passing, the group slowly leaving with dates or random guys, leaving YN alone in a house party she didn’t know many other people at. Some friends.

While she walked around, wobbling due to her drunkenness, and the heels she stupidly wore, Eunseok caught her shoulder, pressing her to stop. He moved in front of her, looking down at her and sighing. YN just frowned, swatting his hand off her.

“Move,” She mumbled, trying to shove past him, but once again, his hands caught her shoulders, steadying her in front of him. “I said move!” she said a little louder.

“You should get home,” Eunseok managed to keep his voice calm, with sympathy in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Mmmmm…. Don’t wanna,” YN grinned, trying to leave, but Eunseok’s gentle but firm grip on her shoulders kept her in place.

“You’re drunk, and you need to get home safe,” He sighed, pushing his hair back with one hand, before returning it to rest on her shoulder.

“What are you, my boyfriend?” she laughed to herself at the joke, and Eunseok felt something pang inside of him.

“No, but i’m someone who doesn’t want you getting hurt by yourself,” His voice sounded colder than he intended, but as much as he tried, he couldn’t hide how much one true comment ruffled his feathers.

YN just laughed, rolling her eyes and looking up at him like he was stupid. “Yeah?” she tilted her head. “So was I,” she whispered, too dramatic for sobriety.

“If you’re still upset about-”

“You know I am still upset about that,” YN interrupted him, folding her arms across her chest. “Like I knew you were kinda pathetic, but I didn’t know you would stoop that low.”

“Excuse me?” Eunseok looked at her, his jaw slightly slacked as he stood up a little straighter.

“You almost made me feel bad for you. ‘I miss you’, ‘I want you back, I'll do anything!’, blah blah blah!” YN rambled off the things she remembered he said to her, the words that gave her the stupid false hope that maybe they could fix what happened between them.

“What the fuck are you on about? How drunk are you?” Eunseok lost his patience at her words, not believing he could’ve said any of that. Not wanting to believe he could have ruined his last chance with the girl he loved.

Eunseok didn’t notice how her lip trembled in the silence that followed his words. He didn’t notice tears welling in her eyes, but he heard the shake in her voice. “You’re the one who left in the morning,” her voice was quiet, shaky, and told Eunseok that something actually happened that night.

He didn’t have time to process it before YN slipped away, weaving through the crowds and before Eunseok knew it, she was out the door. He was quick to follow, pushing past people until he got out the house, his eyes landing on YN’s wobbly figure as she walked down the driveway and to the sidewalk.

“YN!” He called out.

“Fuck off!” she yelled back, and he could hear a sob in her voice.

“What are you doing? Where are you-”

“I’m going home. Isn’t that what you wanted!” She yelled, not looking back, her arms wrapping around her frame to warm herself up.

Eunseok quickly caught up, calling her name again. This time she turned to face him, but misstepped on her heel, falling to the pavement with a hiss. Eunseok quickly kneeled in front of her, seeing the blood on her knee, and brushing any dirt away.

YN looked down on him, felt his fingers graze her skin. It hit something in her, something she felt when he came to her apartment that night. And this time, it just made her cry more.

Eunseok looked up when he heard a small sob escape her lips, seeing her looking down at her legs, tears dropping onto her skin as she sniffled. “Hey…” he sighed, sitting up a little straighter. He reached for her hand, a small sign of affection they had for one another, but she pulled away, covering her face. After a moment, He brought his hands to her wrists and gently pulled them down. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Go away,” She mumbled.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m not leaving you,” She looked at up hearing those words, eyes wide, filled with fresh tears.

There was silence, interrupted by small hiccups and sobs. Eunseok just held her hands in his.

“What happened that night?” He asked gently. “I can’t remember anything other than showing up…”

YN blinked at him, eyes bleary, cheeks stained from runny makeup and tear stains. “You said you missed me,” She looked down. “You were apologizing for the breakup. You said you really really missed me. You wanted me to stay with you that night…” She trailed into a sigh. “You said you wanted me back,” she sniffled, dropping her head to her hands. “Was I so stupid to believe that!?”

Eunseok didn’t know how to respond. Her words made his heart hurt as he struggled to come to reality with all he had done wrong while knowing her.

He watched as YN dried her tears with the back of her hand. He got up after a moment, and shrugged his hoodie off his shoulders, wrapping it around her shoulders before pulling her off the ground. He kept her hand clutched in his, not wanting her to stumble, or try and go off on her own.

“What are you doing?” YN slurred a bit as they approached his car.

“I’m taking you home,”

“Why?”

“You’re too drunk to drive,” He told her as he opened the door for her.

YN hopped in the passenger seat without another complaint. Moments later, Eunseok got in, and they were on the road. It was silent between them, a sobering silence for YN, that made her own shame grow and grow.

Eunseok walked YN up to her apartment door, ready to part ways and let her forget about their encounter just like he had. But YN waited in her doorway, staring at him a little longer than either of them anticipated.

“Should I come in?” he asked quietly, to which YN nodded. He stepped through the door, and watched as YN walked to her kitchen, filling a tall glass with water. She chugged it down, sobering herself, as she felt tears prick at her eyes.

“About what you said earlier…” Eunseok sighed. “I’m really sorry about what happened that night, i didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” he heard her voice break as she spoke. “I didn’t really expect you to mean anything you said,”

Eunseok was stung by the words, only realizing that in their entire relationship before, and their dynamic now, he had never given her any reason to believe he would mean something like that. “YN…”

“It’s fine, Eunseok,” She said again, wiping her eyes with the sleeve to his hoodie. “Can you like… wait in here for a little bit? I want to shower before we talk,” She asked, sniffling before finishing her sentence.

Eunseok nodded, and YN handed him back his hoodie. He was reluctant to take it.

YN quickly got in the shower, switching between freezing cold and scalding hot to try and bring herself back to reality. She rinsed herself off and changed into some pajamas that in all other circumstances, she would be embarrassed for Eunseok to see her in. She took a deep breath before opening the door to her room, clad in a matching set of Hello Kitty pajamas, that made Eunseok smile before coming back to the situation.

YN walked over and sat next to him. “I’m sorry I got drunk,”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Eunseok told her gently. “We can call it even now,”

YN gave him a look that told him she wasn’t in the mood.

“I didn’t realize you had forgotten what happened,” She said, letting out a small sigh.

“I didn’t know leaving would hurt you that much,” Eunseok looked at her, and YN looked down. “It seems like you have it all together, why would this make you start to crumble?”

YN picked at the fuzz on her pajama pants. “Because It made me think there was a chance for us,”

Eunseok’s eyes widened.

“And Now I feel stupid,” She sighed.

“Why?” Eunseok asked, scooting closer.

“Because I missed you,” She looked up at him, lip quivering as she struggled to hold back tears. “And because I thought you missed me too,”

Eunseok’s heart began to ache, the constant panging from the night had caught up to him in those twelve words. He was at a loss for words, YN could tell he didn’t know what to say to her. Eunseok felt useless. He couldn’t even find the words to say she was wrong, too scared to say he missed her too.

The silence just caused YN to cry more, slumping forward, head in her palms as she cried. After a moment, Eunseok helped her up and walked her to her bedroom, knowing she needed sleep. YN laid down, and Eunseok brought her another glass of water. She was almost sober, exhausted, and now distraught. Eunseok saw YN curled up on her bed, facing away from the door, closed off to him once again. He walked towards the door, not knowing how to continue. Ready to chicken out when things got difficult, just like last time.

“Don’t go,” He heard her quiet voice as he reached for her doorknob. He looked back to see her peeking out of her blankets. As they made eye contact, he stepped away from the doorknob, and she sat up more.

Eunseok hoped he wasn’t dreaming, hoped that she wouldn’t regret that one question that had his heart leaping from his chest. They just stared at each other, Eunseok’s eyes wide, looking almost pained, YN’s teary, feeling hopeless.

“Please don’t leave me again,” She said through a small sob. That was all it took for Eunseok to make up his mind, almost immediately walking over to her, and wrapping his arms around her, holding her close, as if she would slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold her tight enough.

There weren’t many words spoken between them, just small sobs from both of them, whispered apologies, and silence they spent in each other’s arms.

After a moment, YN got up and brought Eunseok a pair of pajama pants that were a size too big for her and one of her t-shirts. She turned around while he changed, and when he said he was ready, saw him sitting on her bed, staring up at her, eyes a bit puffy from his own tears. YN laid down and they wrapped their arms around each other once again.

“Do you promise not to leave in the morning?” YN asked into Eunseok’s chest.

“As long as you don’t kick me out,” Eunseok kissed the top of her head. “I meant what I said that night,”

YN looked up at him.

“I missed you,” he told her. “I regretted ending things, and I missed you the moment I realized you were gone,”

“You could’ve told me,” YN whispered.

“I know,” he sighed into her hair. “I just thought you’d be better without me, after what I said to you,”

“I cried that whole week,” YN pinched his arm. “Why did you leave that morning?”

“I thought we hooked up or something,” Eunseok shrugged, loosening his grip around her to see her furrowed eyebrows. “Not that it would be bad! Just like- like…”

“Did you consider that your jeans were still on in the morning?” YN asked.

“I was in a rush, okay?” He sighed, and heard YN giggle.

There was a comfortable silence, Eunseok realized how whole he felt at that moment, holding his girl close.

“What now?” YN asked, leaning back and looking up at him. “What are we now?” she motioned between them with one hand.

Eunseok gently grabbed the hand, and pressed it against his lips. “I want to try again,” he stayed holding onto her hand. “I want to give us another shot,”

YN smiled as he said that, intertwining her fingers with his as she nodded. “Let’s try again,” She whispered with a smile that Eunseok mirrored.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, Eunseok leaned towards her, his nose brushing hers as he kissed her. He was gentle with his kiss, not wanting to push too far, just wanting her to know he cared. His hand held her cheek, thumb gently stroking her skin as he sweetly kissed her. They broke the kiss with a smile to each other.

They were both able to fall asleep, knowing that they would be okay. Neither of them would leave before the other woke up.

And they would try again in the morning.

The long awaited part 2 😝 thank you to everyone who was patient!!!

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[cemeteryspider]

Unfinished Symphony

Verosika x Hellborn! Reader

Summary: You're Blitzø's last stop on his apology tour.

Trigger Warnings: Mention's of Emotional Abuse, Alcohol Use, Mention's of Self-Hate, and Emotional Distress

Word Count: 723

When entering the house you nearly tripped over Vortex's feet as he stood near the door sipping out of a red cup. You gave him a small smile and a wave as you make your way further into the house, walls littered with graffiti about Blitzø some of which made you giggle.

Then you spotted her drinking from her flask and talking to someone you heard the name of this morning when she asked someone on the phone his address. Stolas. You never expected a Goetia to attend one of her Blitzø hatred party, yet here he was yet another notch on his belt.

You made your way through the sea of people to the drink table, mixing yourself a cocktail with the wide selection of booze that Bee, gratiously gave for the party. Vee had friends in high places you supposed. The drink softened the walls you always had up when the name Blitzø came up around you. Even if you were surrounded by people who had similar experiences with Blitzø you never felt as though you belonged.

He had hurt you, yes, but not that he saw it that way. Running into him always lead to him verbally berating you, and you taking it. Always letting him push you into old self-hating thoughts, a once healthy relationship built on mutual respect turned into an ugly dance of self-deprication and blame.

Still you kept drinking. The drink stops the memories of yelling from surfacing.

Pushing through the crowd you saw Verosika on the stage setting up mics and Vortex doing checks. You felt yourself on the stage getting behind your drum set tapping out a steady beat for your girlfriend, her bodyguard, the guitarists, and Stolas the newest addition to the party.

You could have sworn you could see the glowing eyes of your ex and well everyone here's ex. You push the thought away and allow yourself to lose yourself in the beat. Verosika's voice like a comforting blanket wrapping around you. Maybe more like a bandage that allows old wounds to heal.

As the song ended you found your way to Verosika on the stage, closing your hand around hers.

"Hey, thanks for the beat, babe," She pulled you close to her and rested her chin on the top of your head.

"Anything to hear you sing. You were amazing as always," You smile and nestle your head against her chest.

You felt and heard her giggle against you, "Stop, don't get all sappy on me."

You made your way inside and around the house introducing yourself to different couples and sad people around. Then Verosika said she needed to do something. You allowed yourself to mingle with old friends and new. Partnering with Vortex during a game of beer pong, when you felt a small tug on your shirt.

"Hey, Y/n... can we talk?" The voice that haunted your waking and sleeping time made your stomach constrict.

"Uh... yeah lets go," You followed him outside to the back porch.

"So it's been awhile, huh," He picks at his fingers and refused to look up at you.

"Look Blitzø I know you didn't want to talk small talk with me, so what's this about?"

He scoffed, "Listen, bitch you're making it really hard to do what I'm about to do... I'm sorry."

It was your turn to scoff, "For what, you don't even know what you're apologizing for"

"I'm sorry for always blaming you for every single problem we had. I'm sorry for blaming you for how things ended. Lastly, I'm sorry for every single fucked up thing I've said and done during and after our relationship. You never deserved any of that.... I'm sorry."

Your felt your eyes fill with tears and saw tears already leaking down Blitzø's cheeks.

"Okay. Thanks for the apology. Maybe we can get coffee sometime, and just talk. I don't forgive you, but maybe this is the first step in the right direction," You allowed yourself to put your hand on his and rub your thumb against the back of his hand.

With his other hand he wiped the stray tears from his face, "Yeah... that would be nice."

You could hear Verosika's heels click outside, and you stood up brushing yourself off.

"Everything okay out here?" She smiled and took your hand in yours.

You smiled and looked up at her, "Everything's just fine, Vee."

"Well then I guess I'll see you later... Blitz."

With that you left the party behind, and went back in hell, to your shared apartment. Verosika tenderly taking you in her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, Vee."

"Love you too."

[skbeaumont]

"I Remember Everything" | Joel x Reader

Part 2 of Play it Again, a new series where each story is a oneshot, but all are shaped around country songs.

Song: I Remember Everything, Zach Bryan ft. Kacey Musgraves Summary: Ten years after outbreak day, you and Joel try to find a way to forget. In the process he finds things to remember, too Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff if you squint, references to sex, alcohol and drugs, sex but not explicit, trauma, grief, just expect emotional damage basically Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This ended up being both very angsty and quite sweet. Once again it was written with lyrics from the song pulled into the prose, so do listen as you read. If you've got any song recommendations for this series, let me know!

You were begging me to stay 'til the sun rose Strange words come on out Of a grown man's mouth when his mind's broke Pictures and passin' time You only smile like that when you're drinking I wish I didn't, but I do Remember every moment on the nights with you You're drinkin' everything to ease your mind But when the hell are you gonna ease mine?

The bar is crowded when you enter. Heaving with writhing bodies, hot in a way that has your shirt sticking to your back within moments of entering, a hazy, sharp tang in the back of your nose, a mix of moonshine and sweat.

Ten years today since outbreak day, and it seems everyone in the QZ is in here to forget.

Technically, there aren’t supposed to be any bars in the QZ, but as you squeeze between the crowds you spot two women you know to be FEDRA officers. It’s amazing what they’ll turn a blind eye to when it benefits them. One of the women looks pretty far gone already, leaning against the other with a placid, washed out grin on her face. The moonshine here is cheap, strong, and a poor imitation of anything that would have been served in a bar ten years ago.

You order two double whiskeys, watch the skinny youth behind the bar pour it out into a chipped mug, take it from him and hand over a creased, dog-eared ration card. A small price to pay for an evening of forgetting. You down the first double at the bar, then turn and push yourself on tiptoes to find an empty table, or a quiet corner to hole up in where you won’t be disturbed.

Instead, you find your gaze passing over a familiar figure at the back of the room. Joel’s recognisable even from behind – broader than anyone else in the room, the sloping lines of his shoulders pressing against the frayed seams of the denim shirt he’s wearing. It’s been a few months since you last saw him. You’re not sure where he’s been, maybe off on his smuggling runs; the two of you have never really kept a consistent line of conversation, your meetings generally consisting of a quick catch up and then a long, slow evening using each other to try to forget the hell of life in the QZ and your respective pasts. Unhealthy, probably, but it works for a few hours.

Joel turns where he’s stood and the dim lights in the bar illuminate the side of his face, the strong line of his jaw. He’s wearing a lopsided half-smile, leaning against a shelving unit filled with bottles, talking to a woman with dark hair. He’s clearly drunk: he only smiles like that when he’s drunk. It’s an impressive feat, considering how much you know he drinks on any normal day.

You’re still watching him, sipping your own drink, when he turns his head, eyes locking with yours. You don’t look away. The buzz of the whiskey is starting to sink through you, warm and familiar, and Joel’s eyes are just as intoxicating.

It’s always the same. There’s something about him that has you gravitating to him. It’s attraction, certainly, but it’s deeper than that. There’s so much about Joel you don’t know, so many unanswered questions and unexplained mysteries. But you know he’s like you. You know he’s lost people. You know he’s broken, and lonely, and so fucking angry that it scares him sometimes.

Joel watches you down the rest of your whiskey, eyes flicking to your lips as you lick a stray drop. He’s drunk, far drunker than he should be considering he has to be up at the crack of dawn in the morning for sewer duty.

He only got back into the QZ early this morning, spent rest of the day trying as best he could to get some sleep without resorting to rotgut whiskey to ease his mind. A lost cause, of course. He hasn’t slept without some kind of pill or booze in ten years. Eight hours in and he’d given it up as a bad job, downed a few bottles of home-brewed cider and headed to this hot, loud bar, hoping to distract himself from the date and all that its memory brings.

He hadn’t expected you to be here, and something uncomfortably like gladness settles in his chest as he watches you make your way towards him. All day he’s been on edge, wound up so tight he’s felt like something in him is going to snap, but the sight of you has it retreating, loosening his shoulders more than the piss-poor whiskey has.

He wonders for a moment what this thing you have – this relationship that isn’t a relationship, this love story that definitely isn’t a love story, just a way to forget for a while – would be like if the outbreak hadn’t happened. Would he sing you love songs, buy you flowers, take you to the beach and let your sand-covered hair blow into his face on the drive home?

Ten years since outbreak day, and he’s mostly wondering if you’ll help him forget in a way that the booze and pills he’s been knocking back since this afternoon haven’t managed to yet. Two whiskeys in, and you’re wondering if he’ll ease your mind like the liquor’s eased your tight muscles.

It’s this that carries you both out into the alley behind the bar, has him pressing you into the rough brick wall, hands roaming your body like you’re a route he’s trying to memorise so he can sneak back when the curfew falls. His mouth is hot on yours, his breath tinged with booze and counterfeit cigarettes.

It’s easy where it shouldn’t be; easy to let him lead you through the back streets to his apartment, easy to let yourself fall inside, easy to ignore the empty cider bottles that litter the apartment, the pill bags and loose cigarettes.

The sex is unrushed – it could be called romantic, if you were both other people, if it you weren’t both doing it to forget. The memories of ten years ago retreat for a while as he undresses you; the pain eases as he lays you back, slots himself between your legs and presses himself into you.

The movement of it is calming, familiar. Joel’s strong back under your hands, his muscles shifting and tensing as he thrusts into you, the harshness of his breath at your ear. He’s quiet, usually, hardly lets himself make a sound when he’s inside you, and then leaves before you’ve had chance say goodbye. Tonight, though, he doesn’t. When you’ve finished he rolls himself off of you and pulls you to his chest, wraps a strong arm around your waist and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you,” he whispers into your hair, and the words are so strange that you freeze beneath him, twist back so that you can look at him, see the truth of it on his face.

His eyes are dark in the half-light of the apartment, hazy with alcohol and something else, but they’re serious, his eyebrows furrowed, the creases that have started to deepen over the time you’ve known him lining his forehead.

Because the thing is, you make him forget. But when he’s with you he remembers, too. He remembers what happiness can feel like, the way that joy can take root in your chest and spread into something ethereal, something that Joel Miller doesn’t deserve to feel, hasn’t felt since the world ended ten years ago. He remembers every moment on the nights with you.

He wishes he didn't, but he does.

[kodydrs]

Sunflower Juice - Sabo

a/n: title has nothing to do with the story. sabo just reminds me of Sunflowers. I am incredibly out of practice when it comes to writing smut, and the ending is lowkey shit bc i kept reading it in my ex’s voice 😭

ib: this prompt from Portgas.D•Xiao’s on on Chai. “sabo just finished drinking with his friend, after he drank some alcoholic water he started to get drunk, then he wanted to go to his room and he saw you in the hallway And he started coming closer to you and hug you from behind.

warnings : fxm, sabo x fem reader, mdni, drunk sex, slight oral (f. recieving), vaginal fingering, p in v, hickies, (a lot of) pet names, you dated ace b4 his d3ath, reader is still kinda grieving ace’s death, she’s a bipolar abt her emotions as i am (it’s not funny guys, i’m actually bipolar), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

You flinch at the sudden attack.

‘ahh!’

It takes you a minute to realise who has just latched themselves onto you.

‘oh Sabo. it’s just you.’

You’d known Sabo for a little while. Ever since Ace’s death, you’d travelled with Luffy and the Straw Hats, and you’d met Sabo along the way. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly the closest of friends, but you both respected each other. But you did you best to keep a healthy distance because damn did he remind you of Ace.

‘Yeah. It’s just me. What are you doing here?’ You're not supposed to be alone right now.’ You felt his grip tightens around your waist slightly as he looks down at you. ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything?’

You turn to face him, confusion obvious on your face. But upon breathing in, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

‘Sabo. Are you drunk?’ It’s more of a rhetorical question. It’s clear from how thick his breath feels. He wobbles a little to really upkeep the act.

‘Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.’ He pauses. ‘But I’m drunk with you so it’s fine.’

You go to say something to him, but you stop, deeming it useless.

‘Let’s just get you back to your room.’

He grumbles, audibly in decline of your offer.

‘But I don’t wanna go back to my room. I wanna spend more time with you.’

You can feel his arms trying to pull you closer to him like you aren’t already pressed tightly to him. He seems to give up on his efforts by resting his head on your neck and you can again smell the alcohol, reminding you of his drunk state. You groan.

Your plan for the night had been to hang out with Namu & Robin, but Nami got swept away by the Straw Hats stupid chef and Robin got distracted by Chopper's constant tangents. This left you sitting alone at a table with nothing but your thoughts. Your thoughts about how lonely you’d become since joining the Straw Hats. Now all you wanted to do was get to bed and sleep.

‘Sabo. Can you please just go to your room? I’m not in the mood for socialising right now.’ He pouts, nuzzling against your skin.

‘Don’t leave me all alone out here, please.’ He grabs your hands gently and place them on your stomach, holding them there. With a final long sigh, you give up.

‘Fine.’ He lets out a happy chuckle and spins you around, kissing you deeply on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

‘Yay!!’ He shrieks. He leans forward and hugs you tight once more, squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe.

You stand frozen in time, stunned by his actions.

‘S-Sabo??!’ He looks down at you with a confused look.

‘Yes. What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do somethi-‘ You cut him off by smashing your lips together, grasping his face tightly. He responds back with equal force and passion. Before you know it, his hands are everywhere. They’re gripping your hair, holding you hips, pressed to your spine.

You pull away, gasping for air. Letting it set in, you touch your lips. ‘Holy fuck.’ You think. ‘I just kissed my boyfriends brother.’

He looks down at you, not processing what the situation they’re really in is.

‘Hey. Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?’ You should protest, but you’re honestly too pent up to care right now.

‘Ah fuck it.’ Without resistance, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down the hallway to his room. You locked the door behind you and pinned him to it, crashing you lips back against each others.

The way you're kissing him makes him forget everything else around them. All he wants right now is to make love to you.

‘Oh god.’ He moans softly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself harder against you. You hum at his hand placement, getting intoxicated on the taste of his lips. He’s been drinking sunflower juice. His abdomen tensed as you ran your fingers along the divots in his abs. His excitement is evident in the way his hips bucked against you and you fail to push backs grin, grinding against his pelvis.

‘I want you so badly.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Then take me.’ He pulls back, smug face as he looks down at you.

‘Yeah?’

Your voice is breathy and sweet, filled with the sudden need to be touched you’ve so desperately missed.

‘…yeah.’ He smirks mischievously and leans forward, placing one hand behind your neck and pulling you close enough that your noses touch.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ He growls lowly into your ear, not breaking eye contact even though he's drunk as hell. Your mouth gapes at how hot he sounds right now.

‘oh fuck’ You whisper. ‘I want you to touch me, Sabo.’

With a sly smile on his lips, he brings his hand down and runs it down your arm, stopping at your hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He then brings your joined hands up to his chest, where he kisses them both.

‘Any particular way?’

Your voice is sickeningly sweet, and your words drip like honey.

‘Like you want me.’

His eyes light up in hunger and he once again slides his hand down to your hip, feeling every curve of your body.

‘Like I want ya, huh?’ He leans in to you, gently pressing his lips against your neck. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He takes your wrists and wraps them around his neck before hoisting you up like you weight nothing so your thighs also wrap around him. You pepper his neck with kisses as he brings you over to his bed and lays you down, straddling your hips.

You gasp as you watch him strip off his shirt and coat, revealing the chiselled abdomen you’d been tracing earlier. He laughs at your reaction before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at the base of his scalp. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts your shirt to reveal your perk breasts. Instead, he runs his tongue along your teeth and sucks on your lower lip, basking in the heat radiating from your bodies. It’s driving him crazy.

He kisses down your neck into the valley between your breasts, massaging them gently. Your hands continue to tug at his hair, soft whimpers going straight to his dick.

You groan as he continues his journey down your stomach to the waistband of your pants, where he stops and looks up at you for approval.

‘Please.’ He grin. You nod. ‘Alright then.’ He slowly pulls them down, revealing your soaked panties.

‘So pretty.’ He cooes, kissing dangerously close to your core. He shimmies you out of your pants and then pushes aside your panties, tracing teasing circles around your clit with this tongue. Your thighs instinctively try to close around his head, but he pins them apart, not letting them interrupt his meal.

‘Be a good girl, baby. Good girls get good things.’ You can feel yourself melt under his touch. You’re embarrassed from how easily your legs are shaking due to being so touch starved, but you can’t really focus on that right now.

Your back arches as 2 fingers are inserted into your cunt, stretching you. And it takes everything to not cum right there and then.

‘You alright there, babygirl?’ Sabo laughs, hooking an arm around your thigh and nipping at the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, breathing deeply.

‘I just haven’t had sex in a while.’

‘We’ll take it slow. I wanna make this last.’ Slowly, his fingers pump in and out, letting you ease around them while he continues to kiss and nibble on your thighs, leaving little pink and purple marks that you’ll find in the morning. After a few minutes, he adds a third digit, watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. Your heads tilted to the side and you make eye contact, the lustful gaze drawing you in. He smiles and kissed back up your body to your neck.

‘Are you ready for me? Or do you wanna wait a little longer?’ You wrap your arms back around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

‘I’m ready.’ You whisper, pressing your foreheads together. ‘But please don’t be harsh.’

He nods and kisses you deep but slowly as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. You hear the rustle of clothes from him removing his pants and boxers before feeling his tip graze your entrance.

‘Do you want a countdown?’ He teases, grinning at his own joke. You smile, hitting his shoulder and murmuring a quiet “asshole”. He slowly pushes himself past your entrance to your warm insides, revealing in the intense heat.

‘Shit.’ He curses against your lips. ‘Damn, you feel amazing.’ You try to reply, but all that comes out is a moan. ‘Are you ok? Can I move?’

You hum, already leaving scratches on his back from blunt nails. He carefully starts to move, burying himself deeper with each thrust and it drives you insane. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach twist into knots.

‘S-Sabo… gonna cum.’ You whimper, nuzzling into his neck.

‘Already, baby? Can you hold on for a little so we can do it together?’ He gets a babble for a reply, mixed with a harsh kiss to his jaw. ‘Good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.’ He brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. He touch is comforting, and you feel him pick up his pace so you get to finish as soon as you want.

‘Fuck.’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘Shit. Do you want me to pull out or no?’

‘I-I don’t mind. Whichever you prefer.’ You babble. He nods.

‘I’ll come inside then, if that’s ok with you.’

A hum seals you fate as you feel yourself tip over the edge, quickly followed by feeling your insides filled to the brim. Your back arches at a ridiculous angle, pressing your chests together. Sabo rails you through your orgasm until you're a choked-up, panting mess. Not that he’s any different. He pulls out with a grunt and flops next to you, taking a minute to collect his breath before he stands to grab something to clean you both up.

In the few minutes you’re left alone, you want to cry. The way his touch felt on you felt so familiar and so comfortable, and the knowledge it was all caused by a drunk haze made you wanna cry. Tears collected on your lower lashes as you did your best not to let them spill.

‘Hey.’ Sabo cooes, leaning down beside you while he cleans up your legs. ‘What’s wrong, hun? Why are you crying?’

You shake your head, covering your face.

‘I’m not. It’s nothing. It’s just-‘ You stop, looking away from his gaze. ‘I miss him like freaking crazy, Sabo.’

The blond smiles, putting aside his cleaning supplies and lying next to you.

‘Same. Everyday.’ For a moment, it feels as if this isn’t a drunk conversation, but instead 2 people bonding through grief. You roll so you’re facing him, forehead pressed against his chest. ‘But I do wanna be able to protect you like he did.’

One of his hands strokes your hair gently, carefully tugging out any tangles. You’ve stopped crying, just listening to the quiet thump of your heartbeats.

‘Sabo?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I wanna learn to love you, the same way I loved him.’

A soft hum comes from above you and you feel his lips press against your temple. His arms wrap around you gently, keeping you warm.

‘Ok.’

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[ohtobeleah]

Okay wait so Bradley and Dot have smoked pot together right?! Sooo how'd that happen was it like,

Dot caught Bradley smoking on the roof trying to hide that he was doing it and it goes "if you don't tell your mother, you can have a few hits"

Or did he catch her and instead of getting her in trouble he's like "he'll yeah I haven't gotten high in a hot minute, if you share I won't tell your mom"

Or was it an entirely different scenario??

Terms of Endearment Masterlist

Warnings: Under age drug and alcohol use.

Okay let’s get one thing straight here. First, Bradley Bradshaw never and I mean never, gives or buys Odette any kind of illicit drugs. He does however, indulge on a few occasions in smoking it with her. After she purchased it herself. Jake however—well he’s under the impression that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander and he's known you since well forever really, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Jake Seresin is Dot's weed gummy dealer. She can’t legally go buy her own so Jakes on it. He’d rather know what she’s doing than have her go behind his back. 

But the deal was Odette didn’t snitch. The second she even thought about snitching on Jake’s ass he’d shove his foot so far up hers she'd be licking his big toe. As for the beer and other assorted liquors—Well he doesn’t really have an excuse for that except for the fact you used to do the same thing as Dot. Smoke a lot of weed, get drunk on whatever you could get your hands on, Jake too. He knows what you used to get up to and if push ever came to shove he’d be the first to remind you what a delightful and respectful young woman you used to be. The pinnacle of an upstanding citizen. 

Not really, you were a fucking delinquent. Jake knows it, you know it and Odette didn’t fall very far from the tree when it came to her taste in recreational drug usage. 

It’s on one of those days where Odette hasn’t been that awful to her parents. She’s honestly been content the last few weeks ever since Rooster came and picked her up from that party that turned bad. She was supposed to be grounded. Wasn’t allowed to go out on the weekend with her friends or have anyone over. You’d been very clear that if she so much as stepped a foot out of line you’d send her off to one of those all girl private schools that her uncle Pete was adamant about her needing.

Knowing all this—Odette hit up Richie Nealson, the kid who’s known for dealing anything of any value from the out of order stall in the boys bathroom in the C block building, for a bag of weed that’s probably been grown in some old guy's greenhouse. She wants a peaceful night in, a Friday night all to herself and her snacks and her weed and her music.

So Dot does what Dot does best. She’s climbing up onto the roof from her bedroom window, lugging all her essentials up in the black backpack and setting up shop for the evening, there’s not a cloud in sight.

“Honey?” You're knocking on the door to the study you and Bradley share. He’s sitting there with his glasses on the bridge on his nose looking all kinds of stressed about some of these mission parameters he’s meant to hand out on Monday. “Have you seen Dot? I haven’t heard from her in over two hours and she’s not in her room?” 

“She’s probably on the roof—“ Bradley sighs, taking his glasses off as he stands up from behind the desk he’d been perched at for the better half of the evening. “I’ll go see what she’s up to.” 

“She knows I don’t like it when she gets up there.” You sigh, drinking in the sight of your husband is his gray sweatpants and his black T-shirt. The dad bods more prominent nowadays but still—Bradley Bradshaw fucks. He keeps his health in order, especially his cardiovascular health. “Makes me nervous.”

“She does a lot of things nowadays because she knows you don’t like them.” Bradley smirks, kissing your cheek before your turn to playfully squish his ass. “Hey!” He’s swatting you away as you laugh, watching Bradley disappear up the staircase—he takes every second stair like a child would. 

When Bradley enters his teenage daughter’s room he’s creeping in as if he’s waiting to be hit by a sniper that’s perched on top of her dresser. Slowly taking steps towards the window that’s had the fly screen removed. Yep—he was bang on the money, Odette was up on the roof. 

“You got room for one more up here?” Dot hears her dads voice coming from her window. With panic setting in, she’s coughing up her lungs because she’d been in the middle of smoking a joint she’d poorly rolled and breathed in too heavy too quickly. 

*cough* *cough* *cough* 

“You alright up there?” Bradley’s asking before he’s muscling his way up, shocking himself that he could whip out a muscle up like that in sweat pants and without stretching. “Oh my god—“ He’s stunned when he sees the set up Dots made. 

“Dad!—'' Dots frowning in defeat as Bradley wiggles his way up into the sweet setup Dots organised. She’s got pillows and a blanket, snacks and fairy lights. Her favourite book and some snacks. But of course Bradley can smell the incredible pungent aroma of marijuana. He’s old, not stupid. 

“Before you try to push me off the roof, can I just say—that’s the strongest smelling pot I’ve ever smelt and I can’t believe your mother hasn’t smelt that out yet, holy shit.” Dots confused, why is her dad not absolutely ripping her head off right now. She’s just stunned into silence, staying perfectly still as Bradley makes himself comfortable and steals a handful of his daughter peanut M&M’s. 

“Uh, yeah—I guess you could say it’s pretty strong.” 

“You know you’re gonna have to share—“ Bradley says with a mouth full of peanuts and chocolate and that’s what has Dot on the verge of thinking she’s entered a parallel universe. She passed out didn’t she? She actually smoked herself into a weed coma and now this is just all some kind of fucked up dream? 

“You wanna smoke weed with me?” Odette has never been so utterly flabbergasted in all her sixteen years. 

“Well it’s either that or I tell your mother that you’re smoking weed on the roof you know she doesn’t like you climbing up on.”

“I’ll share if you promise not to tell—“ Dots bargaining, sussing out her dad as she holds the half smoked joint. “Also I’m pretty sure this is extortion—“ Bradley just takes it, reaches for the lifter sitting on the blanket beside his daughter and relights the herb. He holds the poorly rolled joint between his lips as he takes a few seconds to really soak up the sensation. He hadn’t done this since before he joined the Naval Academy. “Huh, well I’ll be damned, never thought I’d see a Naval Commander smoking pot on a roof with a minor.” 

“That makes two of us.” It’s the cough Bradley lets out as he passes the joint back to his daughter that had Dot laughing. “Holy shit that’s rough—“ 

“Tell me about it, I’ve been picking stems out of the batch for half an hour.” Dot replies before she’s settling in, lying down on her back beside her father who’s sitting with one leg bent, leaning back on one arm and the other leg laying out stretched. “Uncle Jake told me that him and mum used to get high together all the time when they were my age.” God Bradley was gonna kill that guy if he didn’t stop running his mouth. “Said mum used to sneak into his bedroom window and pass out on his floor when she’d get really fucked up.” 

“Your mother didn’t have that crash hot of a childhood kid.” Bradley sighs, leaning back to join Dot on her back as she passes him the joint that's slowly but steadily getting smaller and smaller. “For what it's worth though, you know she’d still rip your head off if she found out you’re smoking dope.” 

“I’ll just tell her you smoked it with me.” 

“Oh yeah? And who’s she gonna believe in that situation huh?” Bradley’s taking another drag, all the while Dots reaching for her phone and taking a quick picture of Bradley smoking pot on the roof. “Hey! Ya little brat!”

“Should I start a group chat with mum Uncle Pete and Uncle Jake or should I just email your higher ups—“ Dot can’t even finish her empty threat before Braldey is smacking her shoulder. “Ow! Fuck you—I’m calling child protective services.”

“They’d bring you back without two hours—“ Bradley’s laughing, handing Dot the nearly finished blunt. She’s probably got one more drag left before it’s done. “I won’t tell your mother about this, your secrets safe with me—I’d rather know what you're doing up here than have you sneaking out to parties and getting mixed up in the wrong things with the wrong people.” It’s a sincere explanation that explains Bradley’s reaction to finding his daughter smoking on the roof. “But the second that photo is used as evidence against me so help me god I’ll throw you off the damn roof you got it?” 

“Yes Sir Commander Sir—“ Dot salutes. She’s starting to feel light headed and airy. Bradley smiles, he hasn’t been able to just hang out with Odette in what felt like months. “But now’s probably a good time to mention Uncle Jake got me edible’s.” 

“That fucking guy honestly.” Bradley’s groaning, rubbing his hands across his face until the whites of his eyes are red. “How many?” He is, however, intrigued. 

“Six, they’re sativa though so I wasn’t sure if I was gonna take ‘em tonight.” Dots rummaging through her bag, fishing out the bag of gummies before handing them to her dad. Bradley just studies the bag, decides what could possibly go wrong, and says the most outrageous thing a father could say to his sixteen year old daughter ever. 

“How about we split the bag and the first one mum catches does the others chores for a month.” 

“Dad! Are you insane!” Dot feels like the parent in this situation. “Are you trying to get us killed! Are you having suicidal tendencies? Is that what this is?” 

“Don’t be such a pussy—“ Bradley’s challenging his daughter, wiggling his eyebrows as he cracks open the bag. “Three each.” 

“That’s 60mg each!!” Dots fucked, she know she is, but she isn’t about to let her dad have all the fun. “You’re too old to be doing this stupid shit.” 

“You’re too young to be telling me what to do.” So with that, Dots flattening her hand out for Bradley to drop her three gummies into her palm. He’s taking his three in his before looking at his daughter like this is the craziest thing he’s ever done. “Bottoms up kid—may the odds be ever in your favour.” 

“Mums gonna fucking kill you.” Dots laughing as she takes her three edibles at the same time Rooster does. Watching each other with high eyes as they chew and swallow. 

“Only have to outlast you.” 

He doesn’t. Braldey doesn’t outlast Odette. Because she’s been doing this for months without being caught by her dad or by you with the exception of that one time she was busted after that party. 

“Oh my god! Bradley Bradshaw—“ You find your husband a little over an hour later after he and Dot had made their descent down from the roof in the living room—watching children’s sensory clips Dot searched up on YouTube so she could sneak off. “Are you high?” The little bitch had set him up. He knows it, but he’s too fucking high to do anything about it. 

“I’m not.” Is all Bradley says. “But in a hypothetical world where I was, how mad would you be?” 

“Astronomically mad because I know exactly who you got it off.” You knew Odette was up to no good, but you didn’t think Bradley would be dragged into it. 

“Oh good—yeah that’s good, good thing I’m not high then.” Bradley just shakes his head, it rattles his brain. 

“Bradley?” You coo.

“Yeah baby?” He smiles, well at least he thinks he smiles because in his mind as he sits and watches the dancing strawberry on the TV he’s totally kept his cover. 

“You’re drooling—“ Fuck.

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[archive-of-queens]

It's Over, Isn't It? - Chaeryeong Draft

A/N: This was a draft that was supposed to be a part of a longer fic, but I put it aside and never got back to writing it.

TW: Angst, Probably OOC Chaeryeong, alcohol usage, implied alcoholism, cheating

Come home.

Two words. 8 letters. One space. One period.

You try to recall your latest fuck-up as you stare at the bright screen in a dark room, but you can't see to recall anything that would've happened.

The taste of last night's whiskey on your tongue, however, suggests differently, and when you see someone other than your fiancée in bed next to you...

It happened again, didn't it?

You pause to set your phone aside before rubbing your aching head with your hands.

I only had one or two drinks, right?

Your phone gives a familiar ding, and you softly sigh before checking it.

Now.

Yeah, you were most definitely fucked.

~

"I trusted you-"

Chaeryeong spits accusations as soon as you step through the door, and you're mindful enough to close it before you say anything back.

"I don't know what happened-"

"I know you're lying to me," She dryly laughs before watching you stumble towards the couch, "and I thought you were doing so well when you were going to all of your meetings."

"I fell off the wagon, okay?" You weakly mumble before nearly faceplanting into the couch. "Get off of my case."

"What am I, your mother?" Chaeryeong throws her hands into the air before carelessly tossing a pillow in your direction. "I told you that I would marry you if you promised to go to rehab, and you're still falling into bad habits."

You groan into the sofa before grabbing the pillow and laying your head on it.

"What do you want me from me?"

"I loved you!" She angrily says as you look up to see her messing with something on her left hand. "I want some respect from you, for once."

"If you're so unhappy," You roll your eyes, "Why don't you leave?"

You grumble in pain when you feel a small object smack you on the forehead.

"That's the plan." Chaeryeong stares at you with a mix of distrust, hurt, and disgust in her eyes before she storms out of your apartment.

"What about your shit?"

"You can keep it, for all I care!" She yells before slamming the door behind her.

You feel a tug towards the peacefulness of sleep, but you decide to retrieve the object from the floor that hit you in the face.

You trace the circular outline of the object, and you feel yourself deflate as you set the engagement ring on the bookshelf next to you. Before you go to sleep, one final thought lingers in your mind:

It's over, isn't it?

[seth-burroughs]

What drinks do you think the Amaterasu peeps would have

While the game only mentions coffee I cannot accept them all drinking coffee that's boring

I hardly know what even constitutes as a drink in the common understanding of the term as I'm a polish man living under a rock, and thus I have done extensive research on the classification of liquids and it basically turns out anything that's liquid is a drink unless it isn't -- which, okay, fuck you. I have forgotten what the original ask might've entailed and thus the answer evolved into "assigning every character affiliated with amaterasu corp what drinks they'll like" which *scrolls up* close enough whatever, forcing you to listen anyway. List of characters I count for the amaterasu folks: makoto, huesca, akira, swank, seth, martina, yomi, dominic, guillaume, fake zilch (amaterasu's officially licensed hitman & one of """yomi's closest advisors""" whatever the fuck that means because you and I both know that yomi wouldn't accept advice from anybody unless that's just a fancy word for a very platonic companion whom he has a very strong, passionate, very platonic mind you brotherly bond a bromance a comradeship if you will,)

Swank is goldwasser personified. He loves that shit. Also always has a bimber (or vodka/starka. but preferably bimber) bottle on hand too, no one knows where he stores it he just kinda reaches into his coat and gets it

Me 🤝 Seth (tea drinkers). Has to have tea at least two times a day, doesn't matter what kind they'll drink anything as long as it has leaves in it. Favourites include black tea (optional honey and lemon), mint, chamimole, melissa and sage. He's also partial to pickle juice (makes his own pickles in the basement, they're not wasting any of that pickle water he's chugging that shit just to feel something) and pouring cucumber soup (filtered) to a cup and just drinking it. I don't know what's with Seth and cucumbers. Also would like kefir, probably.

Guillaume likes anything that's sweet or fizzy or whatever, has to have a stash of oranżada and coca-cola somewhere in his house at all times. Sometimes she just opens the cola and lets it degas in the fridge call that a. I don't know. Often makes hot chocolate. Once it offered to give Seth some but was extremely disturbed when he ate the milk skins too and that was the last time she did it for him. Not a drink, but she also eats tangerines and grapefruit via biting it with her shark teeth and sucking out the juices then tossing up the dried fruit remains into the trash can

Dominic makes kompot, you know, the polish juice that's warm and significantly worse and watery as fuck and all your older family members love it for some reason even though. But we all got our preferences whatever. Get this man some wine too.

Speaking of wine, Yomi is Kanai Ward's resident wine man if it has wine in it's name he's gonna drink it, especially mulled wine. Also likes champagne and nalewka. Plus has a fondness for fanta (or any carbonated drink with fruit flavors) but he took it into his head that it's cringe now or not respectable anymore or for 12 year olds only. No one cares except for him, it's a fucking drink. But he also thinks soy feminizes men and Makoto is putting chemicals in the rain so that's not the worst one of his beliefs by a long shot

Martina nominated for #1 coffee drinker, also really likes inka which is just polish coffee but without caffeine. probably a cappuchino enjoyer i don't know never had coffee it smells like shit

Dr. Huesca has sworn off alcohol, to be honest he has sworn off everything that isn't essential to survival because he's always on that fucking grind (unethical research), and probably hates himself or something. He likes water that's preferably fresh. Doesn't have to be though it's not like it can expire right.

Akira... probably likes soured milk. also, he eat kogel mogel like it's a drink you're supposed to eat it with a spoon not sip it like like a fine cup of cocoa

Fake Zilch survives off of 7 cans of monster a day. As a rule of thumb, the more genuinely terrible a drink is, the more he likes it

Makoto probably also has an egregious taste (his profile says he likes raw ham and dislikes olives, which in my eyes makes every opinion that man has automatically invalid) but I don't think humanity has yet discovered the kinda drinks he'd like yet so- oh wait, theres the leftover salad sauce/juice. and kefir. and mountain dew.

[regret-breathing]

complaining at 4am again: angry edition

its fucked up that not only can i not afford to have a room with walls and im forced to sleep on a painful couch acting as the live in maid/therapist to a woman i despise who behaves like a teenager, but i cant even get a job to fix this. like what the fuck am i supposed to do when to keep my current awful couch im sleeping on i have to be cleaning up after and supporting my roommate 24/7, but in order to leave id need extensive time to meticulously comb the atrocious job market in my city until some fuckass 711 will hire me because im not qualified enough to work anywhere else.

too broke to not be at the whims of this horrible soulless white girl, too exhausted to find a job, too disabled to have the work experience or degree that would get me said job, too useless to find a way out of this hell. all i can do is wait for her to get disgruntled over something minuscule and kick me out, or until i snap and tell her the truth about how i feel about her at which point im definitely getting kicked out.

im teetering on the edge of a looooot of bad shit right now and i dont entirely think im likely to make it out of this alive unless i won the damn lottery. brb developing a drinking problem in secret because im not “allowed” to keep alcohol in her apartment.

and hey, soulless white girl i live with, if youre stalking my fucking tumblr again and find this post, ive lost any remaining shred of respect for you and if you have any problem with any of this i invite you to come at me with a knife and see how that goes, because kicking me out and trying to kill me at this point will have the same impact. just know that without me youd have lost literally everyone you love in your life to your own childish bullshit if i wasnt coaching you through every social situation for the last 2 years, and i have more dirt on you than you can even remember so, good luck if you fuck me over because im a petty bitch who doesnt play around when it comes to my housing <3

[collidescopeeyes]

HCs about an F!reader who is really good at seafaring activities getting into some fun shenanigans with Pyke and maybe even a little competitive? Bouts of his strength versus her nimbleness kinda vibes, could get funny or... FUN 👀

like contests on whose the fastest swimmer, better aimer, fisher, etc., or even if the little lady of the crew can drink all the big rough men under the table! Specifically Pyke!!

Pyke with a sailor S/O who likes making little bets

(Suggestive)

Pyke's not the competitive sort; he knows what he's good at and what he's not, and he doesn't care too much about proving it to anyone. Most of the crew think he's much too serious to fuck around like that–that’s why everyone is surprised the first time they see him tying lines to harpoons like his life depends on it cuz you bet you could do more than him. Doesn't matter what it is, if you're involved he's giving it 110%. Most of the time it's because he likes seeing you have fun and he respects you too much not to give whatever it is his all, but if you really want to motivate him, well. There's not a lot of privacy on a ship, but there's a looooong list of things he'd love to do to you when you have access to a real bed.

That being said, you've got your work cut out for you–he’s an excellent sailor in pretty much every regard, and he doesn't make the mistake of underestimating you twice, but he's also very distractible when it comes to you. You don't even have to be doing anything either, sometimes you just catch him looking. There's no beating him in spear fishing and his aim is lethal, but you might get him on swimming or climbing the rigging--be warned, he's surprisingly nimble for a man his size. Challenge him to a wrestling contest and you'll win 9/10 times, partially because he's worried about accidentally hurting you, partially because he really doesn't get how in the hell you got your leg there and how you keep squirming away, and partially because if you end up on top of him his brain just stops working. The 10/10th time he just picks you up and pins you down and there's absolutely no way out of it, he's had enough of your teasing, but by that point the contest is the LAST thing on either of your minds ;)

When it comes to drinking contests though, oh boy, people have money riding on this and the odds are not in your favor. Not only does Pyke have above average alcohol tolerance, but it's really hard to tell if he's drunk. First few drinks, he's completely unphased, he's focused, he's in it to win it. After that he's the tiniest bit slow to respond, but that's it–this is the point in the night the lighter weights of the crew start dropping out of the party, but you're still both going strong with no signs of stopping. You only start noticing he's drunk when he keeps staring at you–everyone else thinks he's just determined to win on account of his resting murder face but he's actually just thinking about how pretty you are. Then he starts getting clingy–there’s really no reason you can't be drinking in his lap and he's gonna sulk if you're not somehow touching him, why are you all the way over there :( You know he's absolutely plastered when he starts getting really distracted by the texture of your skin and nuzzling you like a cat. By this point you're just about the only ones still standing, which is good, because if anyone saw him acting like a big puppy No They Fucking Didn't. Shortly after that is the point you officially win, because he's straight up forgotten you were supposed to be competing, he's just thinking about how you're nice and soft and warm and he likes you--and then he passes out. Good luck getting free. The next morning, everyone is both shocked you won and equally disappointed they didn't see it. Pyke is…extremely hungover, but after that he'll be super impressed. You're not getting him to do that again though, he likes to keep a working relationship with his liver, thanks.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

“another?! oh my gosh, i’m so excited jihyo!!” you say as you pull your friend into a tight hug. “next is zoey” says jihyo but she shyly shakes her head no.

“i’m not ready yet! i think once we get married, we’ll have tons of kids”

“speaking of marriage, when is the damn wedding, y/n?” lisa asks.

“probably next year. jungkook’s gotta heal and i gotta buy another engagement ring”

“another? why?” says alina who is just now noticing that you’re finger is without the beautiful diamond.

“someone probably stole it when i got in the ambulance. i got everything else back but my engagement ring”

“does jungkook know?”

“he probably didn’t notice but i’ll hear his mouth about it tonight”

“or something else with his mouth” smirks jihyo, wiggling her eyebrows to her further emphasize her innuendo.

“girl, he is handicap! we can’t do anything” you laugh but now it’s lisa’s turn to poke fun at yours and jungkook’s sex life.

“well, what about you guys? has mingyu and yugyeom been punching the clock?”

“girl, i’m literally trying to have a baby. of course mingyu has been punching the clock”

“yugyeom’s been busy so we aren’t intimate as much. what about you alina? eunwoo been doing you good huh?”

“leave me out of this. eunwoo and i are fine” says alina who turns her attention back to zoey as they carry on their side conversation. besides each other’s sex lives, you all gossip about work (except for you but that’s going to change) while the guys scream loudly about who’s winning and losing in their game of uno.

“how in the FUCK am i losing against a guy with one hand. HOW?!” curses eunwoo who again loses to jungkook who is laughing his ass of at his best friend. “you suck at uno, man” says yugyeom who is also laughing at eunwoo’s third loss. “whatever. i give up. you play, jaehyun”

~🫧

This night is actually the best one he’s had in a while. When Jungkooks parents are busy tending to Seol or Moon, the guys sneak in a few drinks.

This is Jungkooks third shot and he is not really supposed to be getting drunk but he missed this. Of course the girls aren’t really aware of the guys sneaking in the drinks, because you guys are too busy gossiping about things to notice.

It’s been a few hours now the guys are outside, mostly smoking, away from their children talking about life. “I still have no fucking idea who crashed into my car that night..”

Jungkook grunts, smoking with his left hand, which is a hassle by the way, he’s so annoyed. Eunwoo and the group exchange a knowing Look. “you guys have no fucking idea.. about how angry I am that I missed my daughter’s birth.”

They do get it… most of them are fathers anyway.however none of them can ever really understand the pain of missing witnessing their daughter’s birth because of fighting for your own life due to an accident 

And leaving your pregnant wife in pain. And helpless

“I can’t even imagine what yn went through all alone..” the alcohol isn’t really helping with his sadness. The guys listen to him intently.

“sorry for interrupting you but yes, she’s so fucking strong man… she was a bleeding mess and in labor… but she did it like a pro.”

Eunwoo chimes in and the truth is that he wasn’t even sure that he could respect you even more, but you proved him wrong once again-you make him realize just how right he was for wanting you to get together with his best friend

“Yns a champ. A fucking Superwoman.” Jungkook feels his chest swell in pride.

He will find those who caused the accident-and he will make that person pay.

•••

It’s 4 AM in the morning the guests along with his parents Have left, Jungkooks mother insisted on staying with you because taking care of an injured man with two kids isn’t easy, but you insisted that she take rest so they have finally left. And soon Jungkook stumbles into your new master bedroom. “Hi babyyy.” He coos.

He’s realising just now that you had to do the move all on your own too with little help. Jungkook feels so guilty because he failed to control car and you deserve a better partner.

Jungkook watches you smile at him as you open your arms to invite him in your embrace. Your embrace that he’s been longing for.

He climbs in the bed, the cradle next to your bed catches his eye. “Oh gotta be quiet….. our moon is sleeping.” Jungkook says before throwing his jacket off, and burying himself into your embrace.

His movements are sloppy but he’s missed you so much. Not paying attention to his injuries, he captures your lips into a needy kiss before you can say anything.

“Mhmm fuck missed you so much.”

[push-baby-push]

Lauren's Tale

Written by @tbgblr in conjunction with Perfectcrowning

Lauren Wood was 36 and fitted the description of the typical ‘independent woman’ to a tee.   She was very career focused but made plenty of time for her personal life around it.   Scott Jones, her boyfriend of 5 years, was in the same boat – it worked well for them.

Both were very sporty, the pair enjoyed going away for weekends together taking part in anything from mountain climbing, orienteering, even as far as running marathons together. Lauren was a keen cyclist and had dreams of doing a charity bike ride from one end of the country to the other (I suppose for our international readers, I should mention this is from the top of Scotland to the bottom of England, about 850 miles)

One thing they had not found time for in their life was to start a family.   In all honesty, it suited them both.  Lauren was not very maternal, and Scott had a son from a previous relationship which allowed both of them to practice the ‘parenting from a distance’ idea that seemed to appeal – after all, children were good in small doses, but get in the way of living your life when you’ve got such a busy schedule… or at least that was what they both said.

It was during a weekend trip camping that calamity struck the couple.   After several drinks and being cuddled up together with only their tent and the couples sleeping bag the only barriers to the cold chilly air outside, they both became amorous, arguing it was an attempt to keep warm.  Of course, their senses were a little dulled from the alcohol they had ingested, as the condom came out, Lauren grabbed it to playfully put it on Scott’s erect pole.  One slight tug too tight, and her fingernail nicked it, leaving it woefully ineffective for the task they believed it would perform.

The lovemaking was magical. Honestly, both thought they had the best sex they had ever experienced together.  Being out in the wilds, with no one around them let both release their inhibitions and gave them a new sense of freedom never previously experienced. Lauren climbed on top of her beau and rode him, bouncing up and down and yelling in wild abandon.  Scott dug his fingernails into Lauren’s back as she bounced, groaning animalistically as he was mesmerised by his lady’s undulating breasts.  As time went on, both were nearing their respective goals, both were panting with fatigue to a point where Lauren was forced to lean forward and put her hands on Scott’s shoulders to stabilise her.   That’s when it happened, leaning forward caused Scott’s cock to connect with her G spot, causing an electric spark to run through her body as she peaked, her pussy clamping down on Scott’s shaft with a tightness that you could only ever experience at the peak of an orgasm, this in turn caused Scott to finally succumb to his body’s natural desires and release a thick flow of cum as he simply groaned with the release.

The couple collapsed into each others arms, not really looking at the used condom, they discarded it into their bag of rubbish they had accumulated in the tent, and thought nothing of it, as they snuggled in under the covers and fell asleep, both satiated by their respective climaxes.

It was around about 2 weeks later, when Lauren had been feeling queasy for several days in a row, and 2 days late on her period did she even consider there could be anything up.   Dashing to the chemist on her lunch break, she purchased the pregnancy test, and after returning home and performing what was required, she was left simply with her head in her hand, and tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the 2 lines on the pregnancy test. This changes everything.

Scott got in from work a short while later, and noticing his wife’s puffy red eyes, asked what was up.   Lauren didn’t say anything, just handed him the stick.  Scott was more than aware what this meant, he didn’t even need to look at the result. All he could utter was “oh… fuck…” trailing off dumbfounded.   Lauren simply nodded, she was speechless.

The couple spent the better part of the next month arguing.  Suggestions were made for terminating the pregnancy, but Lauren decided she could never go through with that.  It all came to a head two months into the pregnancy when Scott announced that Lauren had changed so much due to the pregnancy she was completely different to the lady he knew, and said he was going to move out.  The money he was paying towards the house would go into a bank account so he could settle up the child support payments when the baby was born, and with that, he left.  All attempts at Lauren tracking him down failed, he went completely off the grid, their last parting words involved Scott scribbling the name of his lawyer on a post it note, intended for Lauren to get in touch once the baby was born to arrange transfer of the child support money.

The next few months were tough for Lauren.  She was alone.  Her mother and father were both retired, but helped where they could with money for the baby to get things like the crib, and other essentials, but all of Lauren’s money went on the house that they both previously shared.   She begged and pleaded with the bank, but she was often met with deaf ears – their only suggestion was to move to a cheaper area – the problem was the house had negative equity – her mortgage wouldn’t cover the full price of it, and she had no way to cover the shortfall – plus moving to a cheaper area wouldn’t allow her to commute to her job as easy.

Lauren’s only reprieve in all of this chaos her life was in was that she still enjoyed to keep fit. Going out for runs in the park, or, as her pregnancy progressed, brisk walks, she took those moments to reflect on the good things she still had control over – she had her health, and the health of her baby.  She managed to find time still to cycle, and though she had to work much harder to carry her bulk, plus the frequent shifts in her centre of gravity as her belly grew and grew, she managed with relative ease.

It was on one of the cycling outings that she stopped at the water fountain in the park to grab a drink, with her back to the general world, her head dipped down to drink from the fountain, a man walked up behind her put his hand on her back and announced “Hi ‘chelle’” in a very cheery tone.  Lauren jumped up, spinning around to see the man, whose face turned dealthy pale when he saw that he had not only had a case of mistaken identity… but the lady was noticably pregnant.   He stammered “Oh s-sorry… thought you were s-someone else.  Kind of thought you were my cousin… from behind.”  Blood retuned to his face and managed to find it’s way directly to his cheeks, he blushed completely uncontrollably at his embarrassment.

Thankfully Lauren saw the funny side of it and burst out laughing.  “I really hope she’s pregnant… because this…” she pointed to her belly “is really hard to miss.”

“Actually, no… you couldn’t tell from behind.   I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you carry it extremely well”

It was Lauren’s turn to blush.  She admitted to herself that she did find the guy charming, and to be honest with herself, attractive, even though he was probably about 10 years her junior.

“So… when you aren’t touching random women in parks, what do you do with yourself… actually no… what do you call yourself, I guess I shouldn’t keep calling you, well… you” Lauren was actually finding herself tongue tied.

The stranger smiled, regaining his composure from the initial awkwardness.  “My name is Ben, right now I’m having a run in the park… and when I’m not doing that, I work for the police.”

“Well Ben, thanks for the introduction, but I really must be getting off my feet and sat down… everything’s aching right now” advised Lauren as she spied a park bench under the shade of a tree.  “Can I join you?” Ben enquired, happy to spend time chatting with a friendly face. “Sure, why not… no stranger danger when you’re sat with a cop I guess” Lauren smiled.

They both walked over to the bench, Lauren pushing her bike alongside her, whilst they chatted.  They hit it off well, chatting for an hour or so about anything and everything.  The conversation moved on to the situation with Lauren and she explained it all, including how she has been forced to basically cover the mortgage for the house since her boyfriend left, and as she was going on maternity leave soon, she was really worried about covering the costs, on her reduced wage.  That’s when Ben asked if she’d considered taking in a lodger.  

Lauren looked thoughtful.   “I did, but all enquiries I made fell apart as soon as people realised there would be a screaming infant in the house in a couple of months.”   Ben grinned… “I could be able to help you out… firstly, I love kids, my brothers and sisters have a bunch each… never been blessed myself…” he adds “but I know how to look after kids from any age now after the hands on uncle experience.   And if I’m honest, my rent is up for discussion and I think I’m paying too much right now, so if you’re up for a tenant, I’d be up for a new landlady”   He smiled, and he looked so sincere Lauren was smiling with him too.  “Of course” Ben added “I wouldn’t expect you to trust just my word for it, I mean I could be anyone… so here…” he scribbled a number down on a scrap of paper from his pocket.  “That’s the main office reception number for the police station. Ask for Bob James.   He’s chief constable, and should hopefully be able to give me a glowing reference as I work for him”

It was now Lauren’s turn to be speechless.   Ben asked “what were you hoping to get in to cover the costs.”   Lauren finally found her voice and they discussed costs, by which Ben grinned saying it would be perfect for him, it was about what he was paying now before the rent price hike comes into force next week.  He was willing to move in anytime, as long as she was ready.

They parted soon after exchanging phone numbers, both completely dumbfounded by the events of the day.   The next day, true to his word, Ben’s reference checked out, and he got a glowing review from Chief Constable Bob (as he called himself) and the pair ended up moving in together later that same week.  Bens family came along to help with the move, and his 2 sisters came along to coo over Lauren’s bump, dragging their kids in tow.   After Ben was finally settled into his room, the pair ordered in takeaway pizza and spent their first night together as housemates chatting away until late.

The next morning, Lauren woke up in a daze, her bladder the main focus of her attention at that very moment.  She walked across the landing, into the bathroom, for relief, when she finally realised that she had a new lodger, and slightly more importantly at that moment, was dressed in only her bra and panties.  She listened intently to see if there was any stirring from the spare room, which was unfortunately directly between the bathroom and her own bedroom.  After not hearing anything, she let out a sigh of relief, cleaned herself off and flushed the toilet.   Opening the bathroom door, she yelped in fright as she saw Ben at the bottom of the stairs looking up, he’d obviously gotten up much earlier than her. Ben stared back, wide eyed at the sight before him.

“Erm… hi… want some coffee, or tea or anything?” he asked, a little taken aback.  He recovered great though “Didn’t realise this was one of the perks of living here, getting such a nice show in the morning.”

Lauren blushed once more, grabbing a towel from the bathroom door and wrapping it around herself.  “Oh god, I’m so sorry… few months of living alone makes me lose all sense of decorum… None of my nighties fit me anymore, so I just reverted to this and never thought anything of it… until now where it’s pretty much all I can think of.”

Ben smiled “nothing to be ashamed of… I like looking at a beautiful feminine form as much as any other guy on the planet” he added, colour flushing to his cheeks as well… and – Lauren noticed – another part of his anatomy was seeing some of the blood flow too.   Suddenly Ben started running up the stairs, Lauren leapt back, unsure what he was doing.   “I know just the thing” as he entered his room, Lauren hearing rummaging about as a suitcase was opened.   He stepped out displaying an XXL ‘Disney’ top with Mickey and Minnie mouse on it.  He grinned “One of my brothers brought this back for me after a trip he made to America, seems they do everything big there, as I’m sure I could get 2 of me in this thing… should be more than big enough to accommodate you and the bump…” he bundled it up and handed it over to Lauren.

She grabbed it appreciatively, dropping the towel on the floor and putting the new tee shirt on, seeing it go well past her belly and halfway down her thighs.   “Oh wow, it’s perfect” she exclaimed, leaning in to give Ben a hug.   She suddenly stopped and backed away “oh… sorry… shouldn’t be so touchy feely with a new guest” she mused.   Ben just laughed and hugged her back, feeling the warmth of her bump press against him.  “Don’t mention it” he mentioned, quite quietly as he was close to her ear. “Now… about that drink”

“Oh yeah… um… coffee please, decaf… gotta think of the bump” she laughed as Ben walked past her and back down the stairs announcing “on it” as he passed.  Lauren couldn’t help but continue to think some very inappropriate thoughts about her new tenant, after all, it had been months since she had sex last, and one thing pregnancy had done was ramp up her hormones to a level where she was needing to pleasure herself every night just to scratch the itch.

Lauren headed down the stars and into the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting up at her nostrils. Ben had finished a bowl of cereal “want one?” he enquired, “sure please” Lauren grinned.  “Sorry, wasn’t sure what was safe to eat and what was specially reserved… I’ll dash out today and get some groceries in of my own, hope you don’t mind me eating your cereal.”  Lauren grinned “don’t worry too much about it, I’m still used to buying for two as it is so there’s plenty to share… I’ll leave it up to you, if there’s anything special you want, go for it, but I’m happy just splitting the weekly shopping bill with you, for now… dig in.”   Ben smiled in response “that sounds like it would be the best option” pouring milk onto the cereals and handing the bowl to Lauren.   “So… got anything planned for the day?” he enquired.

Lauren blushed. “Nothing really planned… but I guess I should add, tomorrow is my birthday, so we might have a few family members over tonight… completely slipped my mind in the few days I’ve known you… baby brain.”  Ben nodded “want me to make myself scarce?” he asked “Hell no, you’ve as much right to be here as they have… no… more… you’re contributing.   I know, why not invite your family over as well, the few I met the other day seemed really nice”

The rest of the day passed uneventfully… Ben dashed out, grabbed some groceries, and a bunch of flowers for Lauren by way of a birthday present, whilst Lauren went out for a cycle. After getting back home and having a quick shower, she dressed for her family evening, and before Ben returned home, her family arrived – her 2 parents, and her younger brother and sister.    Lauren advised they would soon meet Ben, and not to make him feel too uncomfortable, because her meeting him was making a bad situation so much better.   With that, Ben walked through the front door announcing “Hi, I’m back… guess we have guests by the extra car outside” toting a couple of shopping bags with him.    He dropped them on the floor as he presented the bouquet of flowers to Lauren “Happy birthday” he smiled as then once again grabbed the bags and went into the kitchen.

Lauren went beet red as he retreated, both her parents stared at each other and couldn’t help but smile.  Finally her mother spoke up.   “My my, he’s a nice looking one isn’t he” she grinned.

“Guilty as charged” yelled Ben from the kitchen.   Lauren couldn’t help but shrink further into her chair hoping it would swallow her up.

Bens brothers and sisters arrived soon after, bringing some bottles with them.   “I hear there’s a party going on in here” they announce, presenting Ben with the stockpile, with a special bottle of non alcoholic fruity fizz for Lauren.   “Couldn’t leave the birthday girl without a drink” one of his brothers smiled.   Lauren’s dad said he couldn’t drink much, as he was driving, but the rest of the family all enjoyed the festivities.

As the afternoon wore on to evening, and the drinks flowed more and more freely, the various family members excused themselves leaving Lauren and Ben by themselves.  Feeling a little worse for wear after the alcohol consumption, he nonetheless was feeling very merry and uninhibited.  “Happy birthday” he slurred, walking over to Lauren and giving her a big hug, separating, and putting a hand on her bump affectionately.  Lauren reacted to the response by grabbing Ben in close, and kissing him with a passionate embrace, Ben returning the kiss.  Both were lost in each other’s arms and lips as time seemed to slow to a crawl.   Finally Lauren stepped back and could only offer “wow” as a response.   Ben reacted next, pulling Lauren back in and groping her breasts through her top, feeling her bump press tight into his abdomen. Lauren reached down between Ben’s legs and felt his erection tightening up his jeans.  “I want that” she breathily whispered into his ear “I so fucking want that so much.”

Ben didn’t need to be told twice, stripping Lauren to her bra and panties he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down, kicking them off with his feet.  His cock sprung up inside his underwear.   He gave Lauren some assistance in sitting back down on the sofa whilst he kneeled down in front of her, slipping her panties aside he teased her folds with his tongue as Lauren grabbed his hair and pulled in response, groaning in pleasure.  After a few minutes, surprisingly quickly she realised, she reached her orgasm and moaned breathily “back” pushing Ben to the ground.  She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him, grabbing his underwear, Ben shimmied his ass in the air and suddenly the garment was flung across the room as Lauren pounced with her mouth onto his cock.

She slurped hard, tongue moving up and down the shaft as her hands gripped into his thighs and her lips enveloped the head of his cock.  Teasing the bulbous head she moved her tongue all around the edge and over the opening, sending shockwaves up and down Ben’s body.  Ben groaned once more as Lauren provided some suction and moved her tight lips up and down his shaft, head bobbing up and down rhythmically.

Finally, as Ben was sure he was going to cum and fill Lauren’s mouth, she felt his tension build up and pulled away… “no… in…” she gasped as she turned around, poking her ass at him, and slipped her panties to her knees, parting her legs a little.   Ben reacted immediately and got into position between her legs, sliding his soaking wet cock into her hole, which was already lubricated by her own juices.  Ben grunted as he started sliding his hips in and out “this feels so much better than any other woman I’ve been with” as he bent at the waist and leaned forwards, his hand caressing Lauren’s bump.  Suddenly he felt a movement in her belly and gasped.  “Yes, he likes it too” gasped Lauren feeling the baby kick hard within her belly.  Suddenly, she tensed, feeling another orgasm overcome her, as she yelled out with her passion.  Ben reacted and fired his load into her as he felt her vaginal walls clamp down, groaning himself as a result.

The two of them finally separated and sat down, side by side, Ben’s cum dripping from Lauren’s slit as both were panting from the exertion.  

“Well… this changes things” Ben announced.  “Agreed…” replied Lauren “but it has released some serious sexual tension I was feeling.  Come on let’s get to bed and figure it out in the morning” she said as she pulled her panties back up, licking some of the escaping cum from her finger as she did so. “You taste nice” she grinned as Ben stood completely dumbfounded as she led him to her own bedroom, stripped off his top and tucked him in bed.

…

Ben yawns, arms stretched out as he sees his girlfriend sleeping soundly in bed next to him. She’s approaching the end of her pregnancy, her bump is visible under the bed covers which are pulled tightly against her. She stirs as she feels Ben moving around the bed and blinks her eyes awake.

 “Hey, love” Lauren smiles, gently kissing her boyfriend as their fingers intertwine. “I would love to stay and cuddle with you, among other things but this baby is using my bladder as a trampoline” she laughs as Ben smirks. “Well don’t let me stop you” he comments, watching as she lifts herself out of bed and waddles to the bathroom.

Ben casts his mind back to the events leading up to this. A few weeks have passed since their first time together, and Ben has become embedded into Lauren’s life. They developed fast from becoming housemates and friends to a couple, even to the point where Ben attended Lauren’s doctors appointments. In early March the global pandemic caused absolute chaos as ultimately everyone was forced to spend time at home, but thankfully this had not dulled the passion these two shared, and both were eager to begin the next stage of their lives. Ben swung his legs out of bed and plodded downstairs as he checked over the bikes that were stashed by the front door “you sure you want to go for a ride later babe?” He yelled up the stairs at Lauren, silently concerned that as she entered her 40th week of pregnancy, essentially full term, bike riding might not be the best idea “I know you said you wanted to go out on the bikes but perhaps we should go for a walk instead?”

“You know how much I enjoy biking. Dr. Smith also said it was good for me” Lauren says, slowly coming down the stairs into the kitchen.

The global pandemic had caused governments to essentially make everyone stay indoors, and only venture out for essential shopping, or for a short duration each day for exercise, as long as everyone kept their distance from each other so there was no risk of transmitting the infection to those close by you.  Lauren had been taking the most of that opportunity to get out to the park each day on her bike to keep fit, especially as the crowds were a lot lower than would have normally been expected for this time of the year, as spring develops and the weather starts getting warmer.

She pours herself a large cup of decaf coffee as she rests her hand on her belly. She thinks about what her birth would have been. She had always loved the outdoors and dreamed of birthing at the local birth centre in the garden designed specifically for labouring mothers. Now, the birth centre has been shut down and Lauren refuses to give birth in a clinical setting with stirrups.  In the end Lauren and Ben agreed with the slightly unconventional approach of giving birth unassisted in their own home.

“You don’t have to come with me. Maybe you can put the finishing touches on the nursery, yeah? Truth be told, we’re really behind on where we should be with that” She says, giving Ben a kiss on the cheek.

Ben responded “If you’re sure… go on let’s get some breakfast down us and you can go out, I’ll do some final bits and pieces out there and I’ll meet you in the park… I know we can’t sit around in the sun anymore but let’s at least bike back together”

Ben continued “I mean sure you’re much more comfy in the saddle than me but I need to get my stamina up… thankfully my stamina hasn’t been lacking in other areas” he winked as he turned away to put some food on for both of them.

“Oh you don’t have to remind me” Lauren says, hugging him from behind and letting her bump press hard against him. “I might go bike down to the park and take a short walk. I’ll text you once I’m done -  you can come and we can bike home together. Deal?” She asks, taking a sip of her coffee. Her other hand holds her belly as she gives a little sigh. “Scott texted me last night” Lauren says, looking down at her coffee

“Oh… hope you’re going to say he’s being an asshole or something?” Ben replied whilst busting himself in the kitchen “what did he want?”

“He wanted to see if the baby was born. That’s really it” she sighs as she puts a bit of sugar in her coffee. “Probably wants to know when he wants to start paying child support” Lauren grumbles. “I’ll admit, I guess he’s working out by my due date thinking the baby could be here by now…”  Lauren absentmindedly rubbed her belly, feeling the life within react to her touch with a quick kick.

“Well that’s ok, at least he didn’t want to come sidling back into your life a couple of months after he left you because that would be a real dick move… and I think I’d want to have something to say about that” Ben grumbles, turning around and grabbing Lauren by the waist, managing to get his arm about half way around her. “But right now… you need this” as he hands her some gorgeous smelling pancakes and a bottle of syrup “perfect for fuelling up for a bike ride” he grins.

“These are perfect” Lauren giggles, kissing him softly. “You’re the best” she says, digging into them. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything but if things work out between us…what do you think about adopting this little guy” she asks, taking a bite of the pancakes and moaning with delight. “How come everything you make is so good?” She asks, continuing with her breakfast.

“You know… I might really consider that” he replies contemplatively. “Always dreamed of having a big family, who’s to care where the first one came from… plenty more to come… “

“Someone’s parents are not defined by DNA” Lauren huffs indignantly. “You’re going to be the father, no matter who’s speed they came from” she smiles, taking a sip of her coffee before sighing. “And you know…biologically we probably can’t have a lot, right? You know my clock is about to hit zero”

“All the more reason to get another in you right about as soon as I can” Ben grinned. “Now go on out and get that bike ride done so I can have some fun in the shower with you afterwards!” Ben laughed as he grabbed his tool kit and set out to the nursery to put the final few bits and pieces together

“I’ll see you later” Lauren says, grabbing a water bottle and her helmet before jumping on her bike. Seeing a heavily pregnant woman biking is a sight to be seen, but Lauren didn’t mind. She rode to the local park, only about 2 miles from the house and locked her bike before she started to hike around the area.

Ben spent quite a while assembling the parts in the nursery, a changing table, finishing off the crib, and a few other things, all the while quietly scolding himself for not getting around to it sooner… he had to admit to himself the prospect of becoming an unexpected father certainly threw him for a loop, but that’s how life just happens sometimes. He realised that Lauren hadn’t texted to say she was done as she said she would, and he had spent much longer than expected on the DIY. After finally downing his tools he walked back to get his bike and texted Lauren “be there in a few.” He set off towards the park enjoying the early spring weather on his back.   Lauren texted back a few minutes later “Get here quick, I’m waiting for you” sending a ping of her location to his phone.

Ben headed towards the location, to find Lauren squatting against a tree, biting her lip and breathing heavily. She looks up and gives Ben a little smile as he pulls up. “My water broke a couple minutes ago” she says calmly.

“Oh…fuck” Ben exclaims, seeing Lauren in distress. He jumps off the bike and goes to comfort her. “Can you walk… we need to get home? How are you feeling? Can I do anything for you?” Ben’s mind is running a mile a minute as adrenaline kicks in completely unprepared for what he has seen. He reaches down to feel Lauren’s belly and he’s greeted by a contraction. “How long have you been having them?”

“Hey I’m fine” Lauren says softly, holding his hand and squeezing it softly through the contraction. “I’m doing good besides these pesky contractions. I can bike, they aren’t that bad. It’ll be faster anyways” she says, chuckling at how nervous Ben is. “I’m fine, I promise. We can’t stress over this”

Once Lauren regained her composure after the contraction ended, she got up from her squat and brushed herself down, admittedly a little embarrassed from the circumstances. Ben took her hand as they started walking at a leisurely pace towards the bike racks where Lauren’s bike was chained up. They chatted about the situation, Lauren mentioning that her Braxton Hicks contractions had been building up over the past few days but she thought that the real ones would be noticeably different. “Guess not” Ben chuckled. Lauren took a bit of solace that the park was fairly empty because of the lockdown so no one actually witnessed her waters breaking, and it was only spotting Bens message on her phone that made her realise that he was on his way made her think to stay in the same place and wait. Ben and Lauren eventually walk past the same fountain they first met at, Lauren asking to stop for a moment for a rest as another contraction builds, leaning against the water fountain for support.

Ben smiles as a flood of memories come back. He gently stands behind her, rubbing her hips and back. “There we go, L. Nice and easy. You’re doing great” he gently coaches as she lets out a soft moan and rocks her hip some. She continues this rhythm until the contraction subsided. “Looks like we’re having a baby” she says, wrapping an arm around Ben’s waist as they continue to make the short walk to the bike rack

“I know” Ben can’t help but show the smile on his face as he walks with his arm wrapped around Lauren. Eventually the couple get to the bikes “sure you can ride ?” He asks as he unlocks the bike to save Lauren leaning over, his own bike resting on the floor. “It’s a couple of miles but it’s an easy walk? I’d not like to think what will happen if you tense up right in the middle of pedalling, you might fall off and hurt yourself?”

“I’ll be fine. This will get us home a lot faster. I’ll go slow, I promise” Lauren says, giving Ben a little smile. “It’ll be okay. Now let’s go” she says, grabbing her bike. She puts her helmet on and starts riding. Lauren isn’t sure how she’s being so calm. While she’s read extensively about child birth, she still was extremely anxious, but now with things happening, she’s calm, knowing that she was as prepared as she thought she could be and that she’s about to do what she needs to do.

Ben follows close to Lauren’s side, keeping a cautious eye on her as she cycles. About halfway home, Lauren stops and clamps her feet to the ground, wincing as a contraction builds. Ben drops his bike to the ground and goes to rub Lauren’s back digging his palms and rubbing circles. “These seem to be coming quick” he mused.

She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah things are progressing a bit faster than what I was told they would for a first time mother” she says, gripping the handlebars and breathing heavily. “Can you check my dilation once we get home?” She asks, looking at Ben as he continues to gently put counter pressure on Lauren’s lower back.

“Of course… truth be told, I’m kinda looking forward to it… new experiences and all that” Ben winked, wondering if it was lost on Lauren as she focused on the current contraction. Lauren breathed out deeply as the contraction passed and waved on Ben as she pushed on ahead to get home.

They get home a few minutes later. Lauren basically throws down her bike and helmet as she walks inside and immediately starts stripping. Her leggings and underwear were wet from her waters but her shirt and bra also just felt so…rough. By the time Ben got in, he found her naked and in a deep squat, moaning softly through a contraction

“Whoa… erm… phew… wasn’t expecting that” Ben announced as he walked in. He admitted to himself that Lauren was beautiful, especially as she was displaying this… primal version of herself. “Get yourself comfortable” he said “just going to get myself washed up” as he dashed to the kitchen to wash his hands, thoughts that he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t carrying any infection. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

As he was grabbing a towel out of the laundry room, he feels two arms wrap around him. “I think I’m going get a bath going. Join me soon, preferably with these things off” she murmurs, kissing his cheek before going to their bathroom. She pauses a minute and examines herself in the mirror. Her milk filled breasts sit on top of her large belly, which hangs low in front of her. “We can’t wait to meet you” she says to her belly before sitting in the bath and turning the water on

Ben didn’t have to be told twice. He headed into the bathroom to find Lauren sprawled out into the nice wide jacuzzi tub - Ben begrudgingly acknowledged that it was a really good purchasing decision by Scott - just as she was starting up the jets. She moaned deep and low as her back was blasted by the water. Ben took his clothes off and bundled them into a pile as he climbed into the bath himself, Lauren’s eyes hungrily following him as she noticed his cock showing the first signs of an erection. Lauren and Ben ended up sat at opposite ends of the tub, Lauren’s legs wrapped around Ben’s waist, her pussy somewhat on display to him. Ben tried to imagine what it would look like as the baby started to emerge and the resulting thoughts caused his cock to stir yet further. Lauren noticed the effect and teased her toes against his cock, her big toe sliding up and down his rapidly hardening shaft

It’s his turn to moan softly, throwing his head back as Lauren slowly glides to his side of the tub. She kisses him softly, slowly leaning him back some before she turns around and sits on his lap. “Is it bad that I’m really, really turned on right now?” She asks softly

Ben can only groan in response, feeling the silky smooth skin of his girlfriend nestling in his lap and grinding against his now rock hard penis. Lauren leans forward, slipping her hands down Bens legs until she’s bent a little forward, her belly preventing her leaning all the way over, then wiggles her hips, causing Bens cock to slick and slide around her lips. Ben announced breathily “is it safe for me to be in you after your waters have broken?”

He ran his hands up the side of Lauren’s belly and up to her breasts, squeezing the full mounds and teasing her nipples. Ben noticed a reaction from a Lauren, unsure if it was pleasure or pain, as he moved his hands back down to her belly, feeling the tell-tale signs of another contraction building up

“I mean…I don’t think it can hurt” she giggles. She moans loudly in pain and pleasure as she feels Ben gently stimulate her nipples. “Doing…nipple…stimulation…can help” she manages to pant out between deep breaths as the contractions rack her body

Ben is now somewhat controlled by his lust. Lauren writhed on his lap as she struggled to get comfortable, finally Ben grabbed her hips and positioned her so his cock plunged deeply into her, Lauren winced with the unexpected intrusion but felt the fullness within her as it helped counteract the pressure of the contraction, she simply moaned as the contraction finally released its grip and she sank down feeling the length of Bens shaft as she took it all in within her

“This feels really, really good” Lauren murmurs. She doesn’t have the strength to start thrusting but simply just sitting on Ben’s hard member feels so good. “The pain feels really low” she says, rubbing her belly. “They’re coming very quickly”

Lauren braced herself against Bens legs as she breathed and panted, another contraction building up seemingly moments after the other finished. She gritted her teeth and felt the tightening. Ben felt the pressure on his cock from within and returned to pressing his hands into Lauren’s back. Lauren’s hand snuck between her legs and felt her clit, slowly rubbing it as she breathed out, feeling the thickness of Bens shaft at the same time. Ben couldn’t help but groan at the touch. Lauren finally growled low trying to vocalise the building pain.

“You’re doing really good, L” Ben murmurs to her, his hips slowly moving to her hips and gently massaging them. He lets out a soft moan as she continues to stroke his cock while she rubs her clit. Her other hand grips the side of the tub, breathing heavily and whimpering as the contraction washes over her slowly.

Ben does his best to comfort Lauren as she struggles to get comfortable, the pressure mounting due to the contractions. Ben’s hands explore Lauren’s back, neck and shoulders as he does his best to distract her from the increasing pain that is building up as each contraction picks up. Both the intensity and the frequency of them are ramping up, much to the point where after about 30 minutes of being in the bath, she is now groaning and moaning as each peaks in intensity. The sounds, surprisingly to Ben, are a real turn on, sounding much like Lauren’s orgasm, and whilst she has been internally focusing over the last 10 of those minutes, not even uttering a word to Ben as a means to cope with the pain, Lauren has been grinding on Ben’s lap, and his erect cock all the while, getting what pleasure she can from the contact before practicalities force her to move off it as the area is filled by the child’s head on its way to meet the mother to be.

Finally, Lauren pipes out after a long silent meditation. “I have to push” she announces loudly, whimpering softly as she grips the sides of the tub. “He’s right there Ben…I can feel him…there’s so, so much pressure” she whines as she bites her lip. “Can you help me off you?” She asks, turning around and looking at Ben. “Please?”

Ben used his thighs to help lift Lauren’s weight up, keeping some support under her. As she lifted off, Ben’s erect cock pressed hard against her G spot, finding the sensitive place just inside the inner walls of her vagina… Lauren yelped out with the unexpected flash of pleasure as it surged through her body, a flash of memory shooting through her mind to the day the baby was conceived. Internally she felt guilty about it, but admitted to herself that she was in a happy place with Ben.   Finally, she was able to get on her hands and knees in the tub where she gave a tentative push to feel if anything was happening. She mewled as she felt some movement, but asked Ben to check. “Sure” he offered, leaning forward and inserted two fingers into her, plunging deep to reach her cervix. He sounded a little shocked “I don’t know how you did it L, but the baby seems to be past your cervix now, I can feel all the way around his head… I think you’re ready to push”

“Oh thank god” groaned Lauren, simultaneously giving in to her needs and starting to push, rocking back on her legs as she pushed forward with her hands to give some leverage.  “Shit… I needed that” as she gasped after letting off the pressure.  “I need you though… now” she urged to Ben.  She rotated in the tub again and faced Ben, her belly hanging low.  She shuffled forward and wrapped her arms around his neck for support as Ben did the same, both of them intertwined with each other.  The urge to push came back and Lauren went with it, bearing down hard, pressing her head into Bens shoulder.  

Ben quietly counted into Lauren’s ear “1…2…3. Good girl, keep it up, 5… 6… 7… that’s it well done, 9… 10… OK relax L… that’s it, relax, don’t wear yourself out, we’ve got plenty of time”

Lauren had tears in her eyes as she looked up at Ben… “you know… this hurts about as much as they say… I thought I had a pain tolerance, but I’ve NEVER felt pain like this.”

“Oh god baby, I’m so sorry, I know I can’t do anything to help but…” Ben was interrupted by Lauren “hands down my back, press hard” which he adjusted his position to do as he was asked.  The result was instantaneous for Lauren who let out a laugh at the relief she felt then suddenly groaned again as the urge to push took over, digging her fingers into Bens back as she pushed, hard.

“I feel cold in here now Ben, the waters getting chilly, I need to move” Lauren announced as she got her wits back to her after the contraction passed.  Ben helped her back into her haunches as she stabilised herself against the tub walls.  Ben managed to get out of the bath and towel off.  He made sure the heating was on to do what he could to keep Lauren comfortable. He then gave some assistance to Lauren to stand up and step out of the tub.  “Quick, quick” Lauren urged as she grabbed the outside edge of the tub and started to squat down as the next contraction hit.  She vocalised during this contraction, being vertical caused gravity to assist and Lauren felt so much more pressure than she had felt before as she pushed this time.    She stood up and flexed her ass back showing off her vagina to Ben urging “can you see anything, feels like it’s almost poking through!”

Ben took a look at the offered area and sounded elated “oh L you’re doing great, I can see you bulging… doing so well, keep on doing what you’re doing my sexy wonderful girl”

Lauren blew out a big breath as contraction subsided, knowing she didn’t have long before the next was upon her she turned her head and grinned “aww you find me sexy”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the image in front of him “you know it.”

Another urgent need to push took over and Lauren yelled “help meeeee” as Ben placed his hand on her bulging crotch and back, applying pressure to both.  Ben felt Lauren’s labia start to part as she yelled out “this pressure is unbearable” only to feel the head retreat back in as she let off the push.  “Come on, we need more L baby” urged Ben “I felt the head a little there, but you need to give me more.”

Lauren was panting with the effort “Don’t know if I can” she wheezed.  “Oh I know you can” encouraged Ben “you’re already doing it, I feel so much movement.”  That bolstered Lauren as she pushed again, once again the head pushing out to part the lips and retreating once more.  Ben noticed that the head didn’t fully go back in like last time though, the lips remained slightly parted.  He traced his fingers around them in circles as Lauren shivered.  “Good girl, each push opens these out a little more, I can feel you making so much progress… let’s see if I can make a reward for you being so good at this…” Ben trailed off as Lauren relaxed, the contraction having passed.

 Suddenly Lauren felt unexpected pleasure.  Ben was trailing his finger lightly down her spine, down the cheeks of her ass, around the lips he so delicately touched a moment ago until his finger circled her clit, where it played a merry dance.  Lauren couldn’t help herself… she orgasmed, which lead to another contraction, feeling all the more forceful because of her body’s response clamping everything up.  “Oh… oh… oh… FUCK!” She yelled and continued to loudly grunt through the full push. The head made excellent progress and yet more was to be seen at the end of this effort.

“That was fun but please keep that to a minimum, I’m seeing stars” Lauren panted.  Ben leaned back and fished his phone from his trouser pocket, snapping a photo of Lauren’s crotch to show her.  “Look, you’re making progress” he offered the phone to Lauren. She looked and sighed contentedly as she saw her crotch forming the teardrop shape at the first signs of the baby poking through.  The contentment was short lived though as she was forced to push again.

For the next 5 minutes Lauren pushed again and again, each time the head moving a little further out, but seeming to do less and less each time.  Eventually Lauren gasped, once again on the edge of tears.  “I feel like I can’t go on” she sighs.  Ben bolstered her once again “you need to, this is all on you, come on I believe in you… change position it might help.”  Lauren pondered for a second “I need to face you, see your positive feedback.”

Ben agreed it was a good idea and offered to sit down in front of Lauren, she moved, wide legged, step by step moving hand over hand until she was squatting in front of Ben with her hands on his shoulders for support.  Ben raised his knees to give Lauren something to rest against and parted his own knees so there was a clear path for the head to go.  Bens arms were braced behind him for support but it was what Lauren needed.  

“Hi there mummy” Ben grinned as Lauren looked deep into his eyes as she pushed once more, not able to reply.  5 minutes of pushing like this and finally the baby was nearly crowned.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, aaaargh” Lauren complained “ring of fire… burns, so much” as the heads widest part began to pass through her. Ben urged back “pant now, don’t push, remember what we read, don’t hurt yourself” as he felt powerless to help with his arms behind him, but he needed them as a counterbalance so his knees would stay in place.  Lauren did as asked, blowing and panting as the pain burned in her crotch until finally she couldn’t help it and pushed.  The head sprung out of her with a gush of fluid splashing on the floor between both of their legs.

“Wow, well done, heads out, relax” Ben urged, letting his knees sag lowering Lauren closer to the floor as he took the pressure off his own arms.

Lauren hoarsely gasped “lie back” to Ben as he did so, she leaned into the space where his torso was a moment earlier, hands either side of him and pushed once more.  She moved both shoulders and then the full body out of her in 2 monumental pushes.  The baby slid out of her and onto the floor, Lauren collapsing, panting onto Ben, the baby between both their legs.   They heard a cry from the baby and both had tears in their eyes at the happy result. Resting a moment at her exhaustion, Lauren finally pushed herself up off Ben to meet her… no… their firstborn son.