#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.

[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.

[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."

[wetpussyju1ce]

toxic!ex boyfriend/toxic!baby daddy!jax pls!!!

exbf!/bd!jax who absolutely loses his shit when he realizes he's lost you for good after you move the last of you and your son's boxes in the moving truck. literally shaking, crying, sliding down the wall

remember that scene after abel was kidnapped and he's just in the nursery chain smoking? yeah, that's him but with cigarettes and alcohol that he swiped from the clubhouse's bar

exbf!/bd!jax who lost out on the best pussy of his life because he played with your heart one too many times

was the breakup his fault (again)? yes, but in his defense you weren't supposed to be back home from your business trip for a few more days. you decided to surprise him for his birthday and found him in bed with ima.

you absolutely beat the brakes off her and it took juice and chibs three tries to you off her after luring them to false security that you were good before you attacked her again and opie and clay were manning the door so you wouldn't get in.

exbf!/bd!jax who damn near has to be sedated when your son tells him during dinner that mommy is having a playdate with one of his friends' dads.

it feels like a shock to the heart. you weren't supposed to move on. you were supposed to be mad at him for a week, maybe two, then you'll cave, tell him you miss him. he gets gemma and clay to watch your son so the two of you could "mend your relationship" aka, so he could fuck your brains out, promising that he'll be better, that the two of you will get finally get married.

ex!bf/bd!jax who hates how happy you are without him, that you're not with this guy just to make him jealous.

there's a genuine connection and the guy treats his son with respect, treats you like a queen.

he knows he can't get in between this relationship

ex!bf/bd!jax who realizes that he has to let you go, the further and further he's sucked into the club

idk, just something i thought up

+18 mdni

okay anon. I'm usually NOT into toxic aus like this but this made me giggle. more like cackle like a merry witch! because there's something abt a man crying vomiting sliding off the walls ripping his hair out when he realises he's fucked up BIG TIME that is very satisfying to me. that he fumbled his biggest blessing and gift in life. OH I LOVE IT. HE DOES NOT DESERVE HER. NEVER HAS AND NEVER WILL. HAHAHAHAAAA

oh yeah. def reader would move on. cry a little. drink a little maybe. spend long nights w her toys and then pass out in bed over the sheets only wearing a t-shirt. winnie the pooh style.

but then she picks herself back up again. settles in w her baby if she had one w jax. because OBVS she's taking the baby with her. what the hell. gets a new job. donates half of her wardrobe just because. treats herself once in a while. works out at home. gets a cat or two. keeps a garden w her baby. while jax has red rimmed eyes hunched over a bar counter depressed LOOOLLLL

oh and then he'll try sooo hard to get her back. grovel. beg on HIS KNEES if he needs to. sends flowers. sends groceries. whatever the hell she needs. pays for child support. pays for the baby's clothes or for school supplies if they go to school. he would randomly show up to the house. kick the dirt of her lawn w his shoes like an angsty teenager while reader ignores him inside the house, watching TV in her undies, a big bowl of popcorn resting on her lap, wet hair wrapped in a towel.

and when they cross paths outside in public (more like he stalked her like a maniac) he tries to get her to listen to him. uses every trick to get her to WAIT. lowers his voice. does that thing where he tilts his head to the side. charming. handsome. teasing. he knows she used to like that shit when he did before. he smiles and looks at her w his baby blues. begging for time. Just 10min. please please please please

but she doesn't care anymore. is over it. she only cares abt what her future holds. abt living in the now. so she walks off and his shoulders sag and he sadly looks at her magnificent ass as she leaves him to go shopping or something.

that night he rages and smashes half of his room, smokes a fag or two, gets in bed, all grimmy and dirty, sadly jerks himself off, comes all over himself with her behind his eyelids and cries a little then passes out in bed (shoes still on and everything).

[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."

[purple-writer8]

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

Taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @sheblogs

[x0llaz]

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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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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[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.

[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

[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.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Freaks and Geeks: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Aiden leads everyone inside the house, and it's much nicer inside than outside. This is a house for a billionaire, not a hunter. Victor walks down the stairs to greet his kids, and he smiles more when he sees you and the brothers. Yes, you met Victor before on a hunt, but that was years ago.

"Victor Rogers."

"Yes, we met a long time ago on a hunt in Washington. I'm Sam, this is Dean and Y/N."

"Yes, the Winchesters. Welcome."

SAM We met -- a Rugaru hunt in Washington. I'm Sam. This is Dean."

Victor moves his attention to his kids to make sure they're okay after knowing they were on a vampire hunt.

"Don't you have a trig test in the morning?" Victor asks Josephine.

"Yes, I will go study now."

Josephine walks upstairs to her bedroom, and Aiden walks out of the kitchen with an apple in his hand. Victor doesn't have to say anything for Aiden to know what he is going to ask.

"Oh, I'm good, Vic. No test. I'm just gonna chill and play video games."

"Yeah, keep dreaming because I asked you to clean your room twice and you still haven't done it. Go on."

Aiden rolls his eyes but he walks up the stairs to do as he is told. Krissy is next, but before she can go upstairs, he stops her at the base of the stairs.

"I need a full report about the hunt on your desk by morning."

"Okay. I'll be in my room."

"How about a drink?" Victor offers once all the kids have been taken care of.

Something isn't right here. This is too organized for it to be functional. Even your situation is messy, and you have an actual headquarters to live in.

You walk to the living room and sit on the couch, but you don't accept the drink. You haven't had alcohol in over two years, but you feel like you need to be sober for this conversation.

"So, these kids go to real school?" Sam asks.

"Yes, and they're doing incredibly well considering all they've been through."

"Okay, how does this work? After practice and the bake sale, do they chop vampires' heads off?" Dean asks angrily.

"Well, yeah. I think a balanced approach is best, don't you?"

"They're kids. They shouldn't be hunting at all. You have to break this up right now."

"When I found them, they were lost, confused, and angry. I gave them family and purpose, and you want to take all that away? Why?"

"They're going to get killed if all they're driven by is revenge," you argue.

"They know the risks."

"Yeah, but why take them at all?" Sam asks.

"Because the next generation of hunters has to be better than us. I know your friends. I mean, Martin was insane, somebody obviously dropped Garth on his head when he was a baby, and I know you three loved that Bobby guy, but he was a barely functional alcoholic."

"Watch your fucking mouth," you growl angrily. "Insult my family one more time, and I'll make sure you never see those kids ever again."

"I mean no disrespect, but Josephine is an all-state athlete and National Merit scholar. Aiden is so fast he could pick your pocket before you could even blink. Krissy is a natural-born leader and hunter. These kids are the cream of the crop. They are the Beatles. They are the dream team, and once they get their revenge, they'll be better hunters than any of us ever dreamed of."

"Will you excuse us?"

You get up without waiting for his approval, and you take both brothers outside to talk about how crazy this is.

"I don't like Victor. Something isn't right here. Every hunter knows that you don't hunt for revenge. Getting revenge only ends in death. This is crazy."

"Is it? They have a pretty good life," Sam says.

"Kids aren't supposed to hunt, Sam."

"We did. Your kids might too, if they end up with magical powers like Y/N. Maybe they're doing it right. Maybe they can hunt and have a real life."

"You know that's not true. Our kids won't be hunters," Dean says to you.

That is a conversation to be had another day because you believe kids can have a real life and hunt if they do it right. You just weren't given the chance to do it right.

"Okay, then what do you want to do? Because Victor's not gonna stop this."

"They said they were hunting a nest, right? Let's hunt it for them until we can figure out what to do with Victor."

"Okay, so what's your move?"

"I want to talk to that girl who was tied up at the hotel with Dean," you say. "Something didn't sit right about that. Why don't you stay here and look after the Brady Bunch?"

Sam doesn't argue with that and walks back to the house. You thought that if you were to go to the shady motel that had a woman tied to the bed, you would find something incriminating, but you found nothing. After going over the room with a fine-tooth comb, there was nothing tying the woman to the vampire or to the room.

You'll have to pick this back up in the morning.

"How was the first night? Were they too much to handle?" you ask Garth.

"They were perfect. Maryann went down without any trouble, and Joanna and I watched the Spongebob movie for the third time," he chuckles.

"Yeah, that's her favorite movie."

"I will call if I have any questions. Go back to your hunt."

The woman who was tied up last night came forth when she went to the police station to give a statement. Sheriff Mann knew you would want to talk to her, which is why he called you over as soon as possible.

"Like I told the cops already, I'm not sure why Jimmy Day would do something like this," the girl sighs.

She is signing out with the officer at the front since she is being released.

"Jimmy Day? Wait, so you knew the guy that grabbed you?" you ask.

"Everyone in town knows Jimmy. He's a hero. We had a parade for him downtown when he came back from Afghanistan."

"When was this?"

"A few weeks ago."

"So, Jimmy just grabbed you and took you to the motel?" you ask.

"No. I came from work and was in the parking lot when this blue van pulled up. This guy with a hoodie asked me directions. That's all I remember until I woke up tied to that bed."

"Was the guy in the hoodie there, too?"

"Just Jimmy, and he was crying, saying he was sorry and all. At first I thought he was gonna kill me, but then he just... he just seemed scared."

"I appreciate you telling us about this. If you have any encounters with the guy in the hoodie or with Jimmy, please call us."

You hand over your card before leaving with Dean. If Jjmmy was just turned, then he couldn't have murdered Josephine's family. If Victor told her that the vampire killed her family, then he's bad for the kids. Dean must have realized this too because he pulls out his phone and calls Sam.

"How did it go with the girl?" Sam asks.

"We don't think the vampire was lying when he said he didn't do it. He was freshly made within the month, but Josephine's family was murdered three months ago," you say.

"Who killed them then?"

"I don't know. I'd like to talk to whoever's driving that blue van. Other than that, what did you find?"

"Something's up. Victor says he has a surveillance photo of the vampire that killed Krissy's father, but I'm not so sure."

"Why's that?"

"There's no time stamp on it."

"Do you think he's lying? I do," you say.

"Either that or he's wrong. It's hard to say."

"Yeah, I never trust a guy who wears a sweater. You want us to head back there?"

"No, no. I'm good. Let me do some more digging."

"Alright, we're going to head back to the hotel and talk to the clerk. That should be fun," you roll your eyes.

"Stay safe."

The shady motel is next on your stop, and when the hotel clerk sees you, he isn't too happy about it.

"Nice to see you two again."

"Can you tell me who checked into room 215 yesterday?" you ask.

"Sorry, that information is protected. Can't give it out to anyone," the clerk shrugs.

Victor is manipulating these kids, and something about kids in the hunting life hits differently for you. Your eyes shine bright blue, and the clerk's shine the same color. As if he is under your control, tells you what he remembers.

"215. It was some guy wearing a hoodie, so it was hard to make out his face."

"Did he drive a blue van?"

"I don't know, but he did take one of those."

The clerk points to a mass of brochures lining the wall. You stay right where you are and continue to stare at the man while Dean checks out the brochures.

"Which one?"

"Conway Springs Lodge. It's big during the summer season, but this time of year, it's closed."

"How far away is it from here?"

"Couple of miles down the road."

"Listen, you're going to stop selling rooms to underaged people or else I'm going to come back here and send your ass for jail."

"Understood."

Your eyes go back to their normal color as do the clerks. He shakes his head as if he doesn't know what just happened, but you're not going to stay here and explain it. You and Dean leave the hotel and back to the car.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"I didn't either."

The clerk was right, the lodge is only a few miles from where the hotel is. The place is abandoned when you get there, but you still check the surroundings to make sure you're the only two people here. It's empty, but you can feel that there is someone here.

The front door that leads into the lodge is cracked open, which is never a good sign. It's dark in there, so you use your magic to light the way while Dean unsheathes his machete. The place looks empty, but it doesn't feel empty if that makes sense. There are doors on either side of the wallway you're in, so you go into the first one which is a big room with bunk beds everywhere.

Your magic luminates the room enough for you to see a girl who is sitting on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.

"Who the hell are you?!" Dean demands.

The young woman looks scared, weak, and dirty. She shies away from the light and starts sobbing.

"Please make it go away. It hurts so much," she whimpers. Dean shakes his head and turns on the light, causing the young girl to freak out. "No, shut them off! They're too bright!"

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on here."

"I don't know," she sobs. She tips her head back and exposes her normal teeth until her vampire teeth poke through. "Aah! What's happening to me?"

"Come here," you say gently. You move towards the girl to show her you're not a threat, and she cowers away from you. "Has this ever happened to you?"

"No, there's something wrong with me. That guy did something to me."

"What guy?"

"I don't know! This guy in a blue van grabbed me. He took me here." She bends over in pain, holding her stomach tightly. "Oh, my stomach. It hurts so much."

"Dean! Y/N!" Krissy says from the entrance into the bedroom.

You turn and see Krissy, Aiden, and Josephine with guns pointed right at the young girl. You quickly step in front of her so that the guns are pointed at you.

"Put those away," you warn.

"Why are you with the vampire that killed my dad?" Krissy asks emotionally.

"You're barking up the wrong tree. She didn't kill your dad," you say.

"I don't want to hurt you, Y/N, but I will if you don't move," she promises.

"You won't get the chance," you glare.

"Listen to me, Krissy. She's innocent," Dean says before you hurt someone here because of Krissy's stubbornness.

"How would you know that?" Josephine asks.

"Because she's freshly made. Her dad was killed months ago. This whole thing stinks. That vamp that you killed last night? Why was he swearing that he didn't do it?"

"Because he is a liar," Aiden answers.

"Vampires don't beg for their lives," you say. "They attack. Now, take the damn guns off me or someone is going to get hurt."

"Big talk," Aiden scoffs.

Your eyes turn blue, and you use your magic to fling the gun out of Aiden's hands. You thrust your hand in front of you, and Aiden falls back into the wall behind him. He can't move unless you lift your magic from him, and he's scared that you can do this. You turn to Josephine with eyes just as bright.

"Do you want to join him?"

Josephine looks at Aiden before lowering her gun. You look at Krissy, and she does the same thing as her friend. The color in your eyes dim, but Aiden is still stuck to the wall.

"So, let's say this isn't the vamp who killed my dad. She's still a monster and deserves to die."

"Not if we can save her. She hasn't fed yet. We can reverse this if we find her maker and get his blood," you say to Krissy. While your attention is on Krissy, Josephine slowly makes her way over to Aiden to try and help him, but you catch her. "Do not take another step."

"Why should we care about her?"

"Hunting isn't about killing. It's about saving."

"Oh, please. Preach to some other choir. We're not buying it," Aiden says.

"You want to kill an innocent girl?!" you yell at them, glad that your kids aren't here to witness this.

"I want the blood sucker who killed my dad to pay," Krissy says.,

"We'll find the vampire who did this, but this girl is innocent, and if you kill her, you're just as bad as them."

"Victor says it's her."

"We say it isn't!" you yell again. "You're all dumbasses if you think you're hunting the right way." You look at Krissy who is still teetering on the edge of believing you and killing the girl. "I understand a lot about getting revenge, trust me, but you will get yourself and your friends killed if all you're working on is revenge. There is revenge and there is avenging your father's death. You're going about it wrong."

"She's right," Dean backs you up. "We're going to go back to Victor and ask him."

You look at Aiden and lift your magic from him, and he crashes to the ground. He catches his footing so he doesn't fall, and as soon as he is down, Josephine runs to his side.

"Let's go."

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I'm Glad My Mom Died

I don’t have this kind of relationship with my mom. I’ve never had an eating disorder. My worst relationship with alcohol was as a hobby during the pandemic that turned into a drink or two or three most afternoons while working from home, almost always shared with roommates. Though I felt a persistent lack of, well, everything growing up I don’t remember my parents ever struggling to pay a bill (though they might have) and there was always food at dinner time, even if it was often boiled chicken and maybe there wasn’t as much of it as we would have liked. I’m reasonably confident that my parents are my biological parents.

I remember my dad as often harsh. His way was the only right way. If you couldn’t convince him your way had merit, you were either forced into his way or he would redo whatever it was later. I never felt good enough for my dad.

I remember my mom as simultaneously a pushover, with respect to my dad, and incredibly supportive and gentle, with respect to us kids. I think she was both resigned to never getting her way, never being able to win an argument with my dad and willing to sacrifice any remaining ambition or desire in favor of the needs of her kids. I viewed my mom as the safe one, the protector from my dad’s severity and judgment.

There’s fucked-upedness there to be sure, but all of this is vastly different from McCurdy’s life. The themes here, in the context of my parents and siblings, don’t resonate. And yet. The year’s long process of slowly realizing you’ve suppressed your desires and internalized someone else’s, and the rage and grief that come with that realization. I have been both perpetrator and victim here, unable to set appropriate boundaries when I cannot reciprocate, no matter how much I’d like to, or over-investing in people who do not reciprocate, sometimes simultaneously, with a single person. I have had versions of this experience with many people, platonic, romantic, and familial.

It is taking me years to figure out where I went wrong, where on the slippery slope I could have turned aside to avoid experiencing so much pain, to avoid causing so much pain. I still don’t know and I’m not sure I’m getting closer to figuring it out. Hindsight is supposed to be 20/20, but it doesn’t feel any clearer to me now than it did in summer 2021, when I realized that I hated how my first 4 years in Colorado had turned out.

As a victim, suppression of your desires feels easy at first. You cling to so much hope that a person can make you feel whole, that one little sacrifice to make them happy or to avoid a minor disagreement feels like a natural and obvious tradeoff to make. But they add up and “gradually, then suddenly” you no longer know who you are.

As a perpetrator, I think it can feel easy to love someone in precisely the wrong way, by giving hope where you should not, by being convinced that someone else will be happier if they just follow your advice or desires, by fooling yourself into believing that a communicated but poorly enforced boundary can change how the other person feels, what the other person expects.

But these things are only easy in the moment and have led to so much pain and resentment in my life. I don’t know where, exactly, I went wrong and I think it’s not so simple as I’d like it to be in any case — it seems implausible that if only a particular conversation or two had gone differently then things would have been so different. Even if that was possible, I would have needed to have been a different person back then to be able to have those conversations. But I hope I’ve learned something from both my own experiences and this book’s clear depiction of similar experiences in McCurdy’s life.

And I’m very, very grateful that I will grieve when my mom dies.

[Originally on Goodreads]