#we used to only be 5 minutes away and now it’s an hour w no traffic and 1.5-2.5 hours w traffic (bc california traffic is the worst)

[irrelevant-host]

feeling vv abnormal about the loss of myself :\

[muteflames]

saw my baby last night, i forgot that i’m in loveeeeeeeeeeeee 💖💞🥰🩷💕😊🥰❣️

[z3r0sthing]

🔞MDNI🔞

^[Readers under the age 18 dont read!]

- Bakugo

Word count of: 810, 4k characters (estimated) = 4-5 mins

Toys help, but he can do it better.

ꔛᏪᏪꔛᏪᏪꔛᏪᏪꔛᏪᏪꔛᏪᏪꔛᏪᏪꔛ

Hes been absent from home since he was a pro hero and all, leaving you home alone needy, craving him. One particular night when he fell asleep on your chest, you were scrolling Amazon to get something good for yourself until you ran into a picture of a toy. You were never into toys as you though they were useless. But you couldn't take your eyes off it and think that could do the job to keep you satisfied until bakugo gets a break. You hesitantly bought it, not wanting Bakugo to find out that you were buying a toy to pleasure yourself then him. Knowing he might get jealous and throw it away before you could use it.

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The package was finally at your door, you grabbed it quickly so no one saw. You were home alone once again and it was the perfect time to use it.. It was pretty big size for a dildo but not as big as bakugos, it was a perfect length for you. It was oddly exciting to use the toy for some reason, sliding it in so easily from how wet you already were.

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You let out a soft moan as you pushed it all the way in, wiggling on it to feel how deep it was. You slowly began to ride on it, seeing how it slides perfectly in and out. It was a sight. It was getting addictive to use it every few day and you even bought more, like vibrators. You were already moaning in a a spand of using them for a few minutes, ready to cum already. It made you feel so good you'd use them for hours upon end until bakugo got back home, you'd wash them and store them in a small box at the corner under the bed so he couldn't find it. But one night when he said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow you found the perfect chance to use your pretty toys again, you crawled under the bed and fetched the box, making sure there clean before you use them again. You put up the dildo and slowly pushed it in, letting out a long breathy moan. You leaned forward, pushing your self up and down on the dildo slowly and quickly picked up the pace, slamming down on it.

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The room was filled with moans and the sweet sound of squelchy wet noise. You were so wet already just by using a toy, it felt so good.. You moans were getting louder as you went faster, bouncing on the sliacone cock, it was amazing. "Havin' fun?" A familiar voice made you stop, looking up to find bakugo leaning on the door frame, "Don't stop now, you look like your enjoying yourself." He was coaxing you to keep going, he was amused that you'd go so far to buy a dildo to pleasure yourself. "W-wait baby i-" You tried to explain yourself as it fell out, making you whimper. He walked over and lifted up your chin, "how long have you been into toys, you told me they were useless your self when we first met." He said, his voice laced with jealous, you expected him to be jealous. "Its just you've been to busy..!" You whined. "Busy? Of course. I always am but you know if you just asked I'd fuck you better then this toy could ever do" he said while throwing the toy to the side.

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"I'm just sliding in and out now.. Maybe we could use toys as a warm up, but I better not catch you using those thinking it's better then me." His voice was rough as he pounded your cunt into the mattress, your mixed moans and his groans filling up the room. He made you feel better then the toys, he always will. His tip in dug deep inside of your cunt, as deep as he could possibly get in your hole, he hated that you were so loose by a toy then his cock. Your pretty little cunt was only made for him, and only him. Fucking you into a dumb daze. "Fucking you so much better then that toy can, dont I?" His cocky voice was making you go crazy, you were drool all over as your slick was spewing out, you were so close to cumming.

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"B-bakugo..! I'm close..!" You babbled, you voice mixed with moans of need. You were about to erupt on his cock, he felt so good inside you, it was insane. At any second his hot seed sank deep inside of your cunt, your sweet juices mizing with his. Your body went limp, collapsing on the bed as his cum spilled out, you were wore out like a sex doll that was made for him. And only him. "Such a good girl.. Feel how much better I am then that shitty thing of a toy?" He smirked, giving your cheek a nice kiss before letting you rest.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

please can u write a cuddling and a bath after being intimate w chaeng🙏🏻💗

A little bit more

A/N: Anon, I realized only after writing the whole thing that you said a bath and not a shower💀. I hope this still works for you😭

Chaeyoung x Reader

CW: Suggestive

Chaeyoung sighs with pleasure one more time before she gently lays down on top of you while you are panting, still trying to come down from your high and catch your breath. “That was amazing, you are amazing”, you praise between breaths, she doesn’t say anything but just nuzzles your neck, hiding her face between your neck and shoulders.

These are the best things about life, you think to yourself, amazing sex with your girlfriend, cuddling with her and all of that. Literally what life is meant to be. Then you glance at the clock, it reads 2:37, wow, the two of you were at it for over an hour, no wonder you felt so good and also, so tired. You turn to your side, letting Chaeyoung fall gently and put an arm over her and snuggle into her and she makes herself smaller. Probably one of your favorite Sundays ever….wait SUNDAY? You groan in frustration as you realize you have work tomorrow or rather today, in a few hours, followed by classes.

“Chaeng, let go of my arm, I’m going to sleep”, you gently ask, trying to pry your arm away from her.

“Nooo!”, she protests, holding on to your arm tighter, “keep holding me, I’m so comfortable right now”.

“But I have my shift and my classes tomorrow, I can’t lay the whole night like this, I’ll be late.”, you argue.

“Ugh! Come on, few minutes more, please.”

You sigh in defeat, “Fine, TWO minutes more”. You cuddle her again and rest, enjoying her warmth. You blink slowly, feeling content and then….

You jolt up, realizing you somehow fell asleep, your eyes going to the clock immediately to see it being 5:30. Crap, you needed to get ready to leave in about 30 minutes. That’s when you notice Chaeyoung, taking out clothes from the wardrobe, “Oh, you are awake now, I was just going to go and take a quick shower before waking you up”, she says while smiling at you.

“This is exactly why I don’t like your few more minutes”, you grumble as you get up, “And no, let me go first, I don’t have much time”.

“No, I promise I’ll be quick”, Chaeyoung insists, “You use too much of the hot water”.

“No Chaeng, I’ll be late, okay, why don’t we just shower together then”, you say while picking out your clothes. You notice her silence and turn to her, she seems to have gotten a little shy suddenly.

“Come on, don’t be stupid, you shower way too cold, I will freeze”, she says bashfully.

“Didn’t you just say I use too much of the hot water, how will you freeze then?”, you say triumphantly.

“No, I meant that-”, She tries to argue her case, but you just grab on to her shoulders and propel her forward till you both are in the shower.

The two of you shower in silence for a couple minutes before you kiss her out of nowhere. She blushes for a moment before smiling at you. “Do-do you want to me to wash your back or”, she asks coyly.

“No, I’m good for now, I need to hurry-”, you try to respond.

“Y/N…”, Chaeyoung calls out, her finger curled up as she bites it, smiling, a mischievous look in her eyes, “why don’t you just”, she traces her finger from your chest, lowering it until she reaches your groin, “relax.”

“Wait, Chae-”, you start to protest as you realize her intentions, but she shushes you immediately.

Pushing you against the wall and going down to her knees, parting your legs slightly and getting to work. Your protests became weaker and quieter with each touch of her on you, not even realizing your hands are on her head now, the urgency to get to work on time long forgotten as you let her work her magic and put you under a trance…..

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw (don't even try me w anything weird) , some ooc, use of y/n, female reader, argument?

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

THIS IS A STORY (NOT A ONESHOT) SO IT'LL HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS

I don't speak na'vi, so all the na'vi words are from google pls forgive me if they are wrong (┳◇┳)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

TW: ARGUMENT

PART 2: " DANCER " 1.9k words

you sat on your desk chair, curled up in a ball mumbling angry complaints about your current situation

“how could they do this to me..? why would I want to get closer to my potential killer!?”

you fell silent as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, reluctantly getting up you slowly opened the door and saw a young human boy, who you often saw in the lab, standing in the doorway.

‘wait! maybe I won’t have to face them after all!’ you thought, your eyes lighting up with the hope that you wouldn’t be spending a painfully awkward 2 hours with the blue creatures Jake’s sons as you had dreaded.

“…can we.. uhh come in?”

oh great..we

clearly, you weren’t as fortunate as you’d hoped

“..sure.” you said, a tinge of disappointment in your voice , “two of you will have to sit on my bed, I haven’t got enough desk space” you returned to your desk chair sitting snug up against the wall, awkwardly looking at the table.

there was only one spare seat, so naturally the human boy took a seat in front of you, while Neteyam and Lo’ak sat next to each other on your bed.

“..so let’s start with basic introductions first, im sure you’ve..uhh seen me around, but my name is Spider” the human boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, turning towards his two friends, silently begging them to introduce themselves.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,” he looked up noticing your confusion, “…Neteyam.”

letting out a tired sigh, “I’m Lo’ak”

“i’m y/n,” you said, your gaze never leaving sight of your desk in front of you

the first 45 minutes consisted of intense stares from Lo’ak and Neteyam while Spider was trying to teach you how to pronounce, “my name is y/n”, however, it was clear that you weren’t gonna get very far any time soon

“no, you have to make like an rrrr sound”

“…how am I supposed to make an r..r-rrr sound!?”

the conversation in the room grew quiet, spider rubbing his temples (trying to convince himself that he was not a bad teacher and that you were just slow)

“who really are you..?” Lo’ak spoke up, looking at you up and down . it was now clear that they had never really stopped suspecting you. you paused, taking a deep breath, you were starting to get annoyed with the number of times you'd been asked that question.

“…who do you think I am?”

this answer drew everyone’s attention, the atmosphere quickly became tense, however, you remained in complete eye contact with Lo’ak awaiting an answer.

“..a spy” he paused, “I think you're a spy, sent from whatever dumb planet you came from , helping with whatever the sky people here are trying to do.”

you let out a low chuckle; now you were annoyed, “you must think you’re really smart, sorry to break it to you but if your tiny blue brain still can’t process what I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not sure you’re fit to be asking all these questions”

you stood up from your seat, walking towards Lo’ak before Neteyam held out his arm protectively in front of his brother. Normally at the mere sight of Neteyam, you’d run away in fear, but the fact that the two of them couldn’t even last two hours without giving you dirty looks was extremely irritating.

“calm down, you sound quite rich considering you were flailing around in the forest a couple of days ago.” Neteyam scoffed, moving to take a step forward so he was now towering over you

“wait..are you kidding me!?” your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth agape in shock, “what were you expecting me to do?” this time you take a step closer, now forcing Neteyam to shuffle back. “I appear in this random place, stripped away from everything I ever knew. piecing together whatever little survival info I had trying to find help, only to be attacked by..by wild ape things and you expect me to be calm?!”

“hey! you don’t get to insult my friends like that,” Spider was now standing, roughly pushing your shoulder to get you’re attention, “what did you want him to do? not protect his clan, his family? I understand you're stressed but-”

“you..understand..? being forgotten, as a baby, does not mean you can relate to me” all the stress and anxiety had finally caught up with you, you weren’t expecting an apology but they could at least be mindful of what they were saying

“if his family is so important, he should be able to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy” you turned to Neteyam, “try to imagine..being kidnapped, taken by force, and waking up in an unknown land, your family nowhere to be seen. you’re not familiar with anyone so ‘naturally’ you get attacked, then you get bombarded by thousands of questions, being examined hundreds of times. After all that, you overhear that you may not be able to see your family again.” you scoffed, “so, forgive me if I am being dramatic, I hope my ability to be calm won’t affect you too much.”

everyone looked at you in shock, sure they could see you were stressed but they did not expect you to burst out in anger like that. you walked over to your wardrobe and took out a black box from the top cupboard, walking towards the door you said,

“we have around 30 minutes left, if you need me I’ll be behind the lab. once the time is up, get out.” your voice was laced with venom, you were blinded by intense rage and stress that you refused to spend any longer around them.

you walked out of your bedroom and told the working scientists you were going for a walk, leaving before they could question you any further.

the three boys were frozen, they didn’t know what to say. Neteyam felt a small pain in his heart when he heard you say that you might not be able to see your family ever again, as he knows that without his family, he has no purpose. Lo’ak was also confused, he didn’t know how to feel. he wasn’t in the wrong for suspecting you, but he started to regret giving you nothing but judgmental stares for the past hour and a half.

“uhm.. do we just sit here and wait for 30 minutes…?” Spider awkwardly turned to look at his friends, this was the first time they’d been in such a…unique situation.

“no, let's just leave now. I’ll tell dad she wanted to end it early.” Neteyam dusted himself off and walked out the bedroom, Lo’ak and Spider following suit. they waved goodbye to the scientists, and quickly walked out of the lab.

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you stormed out of the lab, your nails digging into the sides of the black box. once you had found a nice clear area behind the lab, you knelt down on the grass and opened the box. inside were 3 things, all of which you had stolen borrowed from other scientists. the first thing was a walkman, you were confused as to why somebody had something that old in their possession but you needed some form of music so you took it anyway. the last two things were dance equipment; pointe shoes & toe pads, you were a dance student back on earth so taking them was a no-brainer.

after tying the ribbons on your pointe shoes, you adjust your sweatpants and slip on the walkman pressing a button to play whatever music tape was left inside.

as the music flooded your ears you allowed your body to melt into the rhythm of the music, your feelings drifting away as you moved. you smiled and pretended as if you were performing on stage, acting out the very story you were dancing to. as the song reached its climax you softly hummed the melody, turning faster yet obtaining your elegance. this was a routine you had done thousands of times before yet it was still the one that you enjoyed the most.

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Lo'ak's ears twitched as he came to an abrupt stop.

"what?" Neteyam stopped walking and turned to look at his younger brother

"listen," Lo'ak whispered turning towards a certain direction of the forest. Giving nobody a chance to respond, he started to walk closer to where he heard the sound coming from.

"look," Spider pointed in your direction

"what's she doing?" Lo'ak asked, looking directly at your pointe shoes

"I think she's..dancing?" Spider replied. he and Lo'ak were now crouching behind a bush, trying to get a better look at you without making it obvious that they're watching you. Neteyam on the other hand, stood next to a tree, mesmerised at the way you moved. how effortlessly you turned, while humming a soft tune.

"is she balancing on her toes..!? is that a human thing?" Lo'ak turned to Spider n nudged his side repeatedly, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things

"how would I know!!? I don't know everything about earth!" Spider groaned, attempting to stop his friend from bruising his ribs

after hearing a loud noise, you immediately stopped dancing and took off the walkman, turning in the direction of the sound. you spotted two blue figures; one in a bush and one shamelessly standing by a tree. you moved your gaze slightly to the right and saw small a head of blonde dreadlocks.

you chuckled, "so much for a spy, huh?" you sat down on the grass and started to untie your pointe shoes, while Spider and Lo'ak stood up from their 'hiding' spot

"what were you doing?" Spider asked, looking at your pointe shoes

"aren't you a human?" you picked up your pointe shoes and walked towards him, "I was dancing, the style is called ballet. these are pointe shoes , I wear them to...make my dancing look more graceful?" you passed Spider one of your pointe shoes and gave Lo'ak the other, before turning around to put the walkman back into the black box.

"uhh...I'm gonna need those back" you coughed awkwardly, pushing forward the black box and gesturing for them to put your pointe shoes in the box. after closing the lid on the box, you slowly looked at the three of them your mind tracing back to the heated conversation earlier.

"sorry-"

"about earlier..-" you started,.

Lo'ak looked up in embarrassment and pointed toward you, signalling for you to speak first

"I didn't mean to blow up at you guys earlier," you turned to Neteyam, "I was wrong to blame you like that... I guess I just don't know what to do anymore" you took a step back and cleared your throat, trying to remember a short Na'vi phrases you had been taught,

"Oe..tsap'..palute s..see?"

you looked up, a deep blush immediately rushing up your cheeks as you saw the confusion on their faces

"do you mean..Oe tsap'alute si?" Neteyam looked at you in amusement, while Lo'ak and Spider burst out into laughter

"you...you know what I meant!" you held the box closer to your face, trying to hide your humiliated face, "look..I'm sorry okay!"

"sorry for being...rude," Lo'ak sheepishly said, still chuckling from your poor attempt at speaking the Na'vi language

you smiled and waved goodbye to the trio, "see you guys next week!" they waved goodbye and headed deeper into the forest

maybe...just maybe they weren't as bad as you thought

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thank you so much for reading ! please make sure to comment who you'd like for the love interest <33

[berryhobii]

Down Bad(pjm x reader)

Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x fuckgirl!black!female!reader

Word Count: 8.6K+

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), drinking, assault(throwing things at someone), mentions of objectifying women, mentions of STD tests(everyone’s clean), drinking alcohol(nothing explicit), kind of homie hopping but not really, mentions of previous partners, mentions of dom/sub relationships, reader’s low key a dom🫣, reader’s also bisexual😝, reader’s got that WAP and NyQuil 😺, talks of safe words(comfort and consent are sexy!), oral(m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex(wrap it please), multiple orgasms(m receiving, mentions of f receiving), reverse cowgirl

A/N: Hi babies! I’m back! I recently started a new job so I’ve been kind of focused on that but I’m pretty much finished with a lot of my works. All I have to do his proofread some things and I’ll upload a few things at once. In this work, I described reader as dark skinned. Reader also has a 36 inch buss down middle part😝😝i always see so many stories of the men being hit ‘em and quit them types so I thought it’d be refreshing to make the reader like that instead. This is my first time writing a character like this so I hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think. This will have a Part 2 as well! I hope you like this. Criticism is greatly appreciated! Stay safe🩵🩵🩵

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Yawns and whines sounded from his bed, the body that’s been warming it for the past few hours finally rising from the post coital sleep caused by multiple rounds of intense and rough sex.

The sun wasn’t even up yet, the moon still shining overhead.

“Oh you’re awake?” A voice asked.

The woman’s sleep fuzzed eyes blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision, sights settling on the lean back of the man who just rocked her world hours before.

She sleepily smiled, lifting her tired body from the mattress. The blankets fell, revealing her naked body which had been littered with marks and bruises from his mouth and hands.

Draping her arms over his shoulders, she pressed a few kisses to his shoulder. “It’s still dark out. Why are you awake?”

His head turned slightly to look at her. She was pretty, not really his type but easy on the eyes. Now with messy hair and her makeup smudged, he was starting to think she was only really pretty when done up.

“I never went to sleep.”

Her warm cheek rubbed against his skin before she lulled in low and suggestive tone, “Ready for another round?”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking himself from her hold and standing to his feet. “Nah but your Uber is less than 5 minutes away. You better get dressed.”

Her mouth dropped in shock, sputtering out a, “w-what? What are you talking about?”

He picked her dress and underwear up off the ground before tossing them on the bed.

“I meant what I said. Beat it. I have to go to sleep before work later.” He quipped dismissively with a yawn.

Her hands gathered up the blankets, holding them to her chest, hot shame and embarrassment burning at her cheeks. Whereas his gaze initially made her feel sexy and wanted, now his sharp eyes just made her feel dirty and used. Like some $2 whore.

“But….”

He rolled his eyes, already growing irritated. His phone chimed and he held it up, seeing the Uber was just a minute away.

“Come on. Your Uber is about to pull up. I didn’t know where your house was so I just put in the bar where we met. Is that cool?”

Suddenly, a pillow whacked him in the face with enough force that it actually made him stumble back. Wait a second……what did she say her dad did? Huh, he could barely remember her name, much less what she was talking about in the bar. Truthfully, he didn’t talk her up much before getting her to come home with him. She was easier than most.

He didn’t have too much time to dwell on it before multiple projectiles were firing at him.

“Hey! Hey! Stop!”

He held up his arms to protect his head, sucking and dodging all of the things she flung at him. It didn’t do much, however, since almost every item was hitting him. Damn she had good aim.

“You asshole! You fuck me and then put me out?! Did your mother not teach you any fucking manners?!” Gratefully, she ran out of things to throw.

He huffed, rubbing his side where his fake potted plant had hit him. “You’re insane. Look at how you trashed my room.”

She growled as she pulled her clothes on, grabbing her phone and purse before stomping out in a huff.

“Screw you, Park Jimin! I hope your dick falls off!” She spat in disgust, slamming his door hard enough to shake the walls.

Pfft, whatever.

Park Jimin was a certified womanizer and connoisseur of the primal pleasures. His body count was probably higher than college kids on 4/20. To some, that might seem gross and irresponsible. Who can have that much sex with that many people? And to that, Jimin said ‘be jealous’. Jimin prided himself on safe and consensual sex at all times. Well, there were a few women who he’s braved unprotected for but he always made sure they were clean and got them Plan B’s afterwards!

To ensure no strings attached sex, Jimin had 3 main rules he followed.

1. Never go over the woman’s house.

2. Never sleep over

3. Never sleep with someone twice

These 3 rules are what kept Jimin a well oiled machine. It’s also what kept girls for getting too attached and sending mixed messages. He wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship or anything long term; just sex and that’s it.

And he planned on keeping it that way.

~

Jimin flopped down on his friend’s couch, groaning from his still aching side. A light bruise had already purpled there but thankfully nothing was broken.

He sluggishly pushed himself through work, those pain patches doing nothing to alleviate his pain.

“Fuck, my side is killing me.”

“I will never understand why you treat women like that. Didn’t another girl post your STD results on Instagram a few years ago?” His best friend since childhood, Taehyung remembered.

Ah yes, that incident.

To sum it up, a girl he slept with some years back had requested his STD results. Normal enough, right? Safety first and whatnot. After hitting it and quitting it, he thought he’d never see the girl again. Everything was quiet until he was tagged in a post showing his results along with a lengthy caption calling him a pig and multiple variations of the word ‘slut’ that he’s never even heard of.

And if that wasn’t bad, almost every woman he’s slept with spawned under that post like white girls to pumpkin spice. Fortunately, it didn’t go viral(673 comments doesn’t count, right?) and Jimin sort of forgot about it.

From that moment on, he never gave out any of his contact information and he kept his STD results in his wallet. So far, everything’s been going well.

Well, until last night.

“It’s fine. She got in the Uber and hopefully she got home okay.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. “You didn’t get her an Uber home? At 3AM? Do you know how dangerous that is?” He gasped, following in the woman’s footsteps and throwing a pillow at Jimin but with not nearly as much force.

Jimin blocked the pillow before continuing, “I’d rather not know where she stays so I can avoid ever walking by. She had the arm of a baseball player.” Suddenly it clicked! Jimin snapped his fingers in jubilation, memory coming back. “That’s it! Her father’s a baseball player. That’s what she said.”

Taehyung slapped his forehead dramatically. “You’re ridiculous. You know, one day you’re gonna meet someone who will give you your just desserts.”

The middle finger was thrown up in Taehyung’s direction.

As if that would ever happen.

~

Jimin’s pain had faded by the weekend which meant it was time to party!

If only he had a party to attend. He was avoiding his favorite bar—not out of fear of seeing that strong armed girl again! Of course not!

So he decided to tag along with Jungkook and Jungkook’s college friends to another bar. He also convinced Taehyung to take a break from being a moody misunderstood artist.

Drinks were flowing and the sweet tail in this bar was catching Jimin’s eye. He could already spot at least 4 women that fit his standards. If everything went well, he’d be out of the bar and on his way home with someone on his arm within an hour.

“Let’s get some shots.” Jungkook offered to which the others nodded in agreement. While he turned to do that, Jimin started surveying the bar again. Taehyung must have noticed because he nudged him.

“You’re not thinking of which girl to take home, are you? Did you not learn from that baseball player’s daughter?” Taehyung sighed exasperated. He loved Jimin but goodness he could be an idiot. The shots arrived at that time and Jimin downed his. He didn’t really need liquid courage to loosen him up but it still helped.

Jimin shrugged his shoulder. “Stop worrying so much. Bathroom quickies are my specialty.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering, “but somehow learning from your mistakes isn’t.”

Ignoring the jab, Jimin resumed his scan of the bar, making eye contact with a pretty girl across the way. Her eyes widened at being caught, quickly averting her gaze and looking at her drink as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

He smirked. Perfect. Shy ones are always the best.

Just as he was about to move to approach her, she was tapped on the shoulder by another girl by her side. They moved away from their spot on the bar and Jimin was met with a sight so mouth watering that he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

A woman was leaned over the bar counter, thick glossed lips sucking at a straw in a fruity colored drink. His eyes followed the curve of your back, over the swell of your ass in that dress—thick luscious legs that looked miles long in your strappy platforms and white toenail polish! Your hair was long and dark, falling over your back like an onyx curtain.

Damn. You were sexy as hell.

“Hey look, it’s Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook noticed, pointing in the direction of their friend.

Jimin and the others watched as Yoongi crossed the bar……straight to you.

Yoongi leaned against the bar next to you, your eyes sparkling at the sight of a familiar face.

It’s moments like these Jimin wishes he could read lips. What were you two talking about? Did Yoongi know you personally or was this your first time meeting him? If Yoongi did know you, were you two just friends or currently on the pathway to dating? Contrary to his demeanor and face, Yoongi was actually very social and made friends easily. He was also just as smooth as Jimin when it came to bringing people home. Would Yoongi get you first?

After stalking watching them for a while longer, you two seemed to bid each other farewell before Yoongi walked away.

Jungkook held up his hand to catch his attention. “Yoongi hyung! Over here!”

The cat like man’s gaze flickered over to the small group, a little smile on his face as he approached.

Once he got close enough, he greeted everyone with waves and bro hugs. “What’s up? I didn’t know you guys would be here tonight.”

Jungkook nodded. “There’s a deal on Long Islands. What are you doing here? Normally college kids come to this bar.”

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the crowd. “I’m Hoseok and Seokjin’s designated driver. Some girl Hoseok’s dating goes here.” He informed with a shrug.

Ah. That made sense. Hoseok was kind of a stuck drunk and while Seokjin was a good drinker, he still didn’t like driving under the influence. And Uber’s were off the table as well.

“Me? Get in a stranger’s car? Preposterous.”

So that left Yoongi as designated driver.

But enough about their wacky friends. Jimin had bigger things to worry about, like your ass.

“Hyung, who is that girl you were just talking to?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, turning for a moment to look at you before facing Jimin again.

“Oh, y/n? She’s a student here. She’s getting her Master’s.” Yoongi answered.

Jimin hummed. “And are you two…..?” He trailed off, gesticulating his hands in a weird way.

Yoongi frowned. “Are we what?”

“He wants to know if you two are together before he goes and tries to fuck her.” Taehyung finished for them since he couldn’t bear this dumb game. “Please tell me she does professional kickboxing.”

Jimin pushed his catty friend. “Stop it.”

Yoongi’s mouth opened in a little ‘ah’. “No, nothing like that. y/n doesn’t date. Trust me, I tried.” He sighed, a little dreamily and defeated.

That was interesting. Not really that you rejected Yoongi but the fact that you didn’t date. It honestly shocked Jimin a little. You were smoking hot. How could someone like you not have a partner? Did you have a bad personality? Were you clingy? Were you just hot but also dumb? Hmm.

Eh. He didn’t care too much about that. You were single and attractive. That was good enough for him.

Fixing his hair and straightening his leather jacket, he was about to take a step but Yoongi’s hand on his chest stopped him.

“Hold up, man. I wouldn’t go after her.”

Jimin scoffed. “And why not? Just because you can’t get her doesn’t mean I can’t.”

The incredibly petty part of Yoongi wanted to just let Jimin go but he couldn’t, in good conscience, just let Jimin approach you unprepared.

“That’s not what I meant. I’ve never dated y/n but I have slept with her before.”

Wow, that was information he wasn’t ready for. Even Taehyung and Jungkook made noises of surprise.

“And what? Is she not good? Does she smell?” Jimin questioned, concern actually starting to eat at his tummy. Call him shallow and uneducated but Jimin didn’t venture near any pussy that didn’t appeal to his sensitive nose and delicate pallet. Perhaps you were just eye candy. Well, a blowjob would still count as a successful endeavor.

Yoongi shook his head. “No, of course not. The thing is, she’s the best I’ve ever had and I’m not joking. Like she’s so good that I still think about it and it happened over a year ago.”

“Pfft. That’s it? Whatever, hyung.” Jimin shook Yoongi’s hand off before strutting his way over to you.

Yoongi sighed dejectedly. “He has no idea what he’s walking into.”

You were about ready to wrap up your night. You really just came out for a drink and to spend time with your friends but they had left a little while ago to definitely have a foursome with these 2 guys. They asked if you wanted to join but you didn’t think you were that comfortable seeing your best friend’s vaginas. Well, willingly. You were a girl’s girl through and through but not like that.

Just as you sucked down the last of your drink, a presence settled on your side. At first you thought it was just another patron trying to get a drink but then a sugar sweet voice floated over into your ears.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

You looked to your right, finding a very handsome man leaning against the counter. He was very handsome but also pretty in a kind of graceful way. He wasn’t the type you often went after but you didn’t discriminate.

You leaned your cheek against the back of your hand. “I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” You disclosed.

Jimin felt his eyebrow twitch slightly but he couldn’t deny the slight rush your nonchalant tone gave him. You wouldn’t be easy and he liked it.

He sniffed. “You accepted one from the bartender. He’s a stranger.” He fired back matter of factly.

Ah, you could see now. He wasn’t the type to back down. Interesting. Maybe you would play along.

Your smirk sent a shiver down his spine. “He’s not a stranger. I know him inside and out.”

At that moment, the bartender came over to retrieve your empty glass. When you met his eyes, a red blush painted his skin from his cheeks to his neck.

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a bill to tip him. “Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” You complimented, a sultry tone in your voice that spread that blush even further.

He shyly smiled, eyes flickering around. “Y-you’re welcome….” He grabbed your glass and you took the opportunity to run the tips of your stiletto nails up the back of his hand. He shivered at the touch, almost dropping the glass but managing to keep it from falling. He bowed at you, thanking you for the tip before scurrying over to the other side of the bar to tend to other customers.

Jimin’s jaw had yet to return to its original state. There was no way he just witnessed that. It’s obvious that you and that bartender had something going on; something crazy judging by how almost submissive the man acted just by being in your presence.

Was Yoongi right about you?

You flickered your eyes over to the new stranger, reaching out to tap at his chin.

“Your jaw will ache if you do that. Or do you like that sort of thing?”

Jimin snapped his mouth shut, your chuckle bringing heat to the tips of his ears but he forced it down.

“Oh so is the bartender your boyfriend or something?” He tried to passively ask but you could see right through him.

“Nope. I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I used to though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You used to have a boyfriend?”

You shook your head. “Nope, a girlfriend but we had to go our separate ways. She had a great rack too.” You reminisced with a sigh.

Were you fucking for real? Jimin didn’t give a damn about your ex girlfriend but he’d be lying if he said you hinting at being bisexual wasn’t sexy as hell.

He cleared his throat. “Well uh, I’m Jimin.”

You hummed but didn’t make a move to introduce yourself and that kind of pissed him off.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?”

You swept your hair over your back, the scent of your perfume and whatever else you used in your hair invading his senses.

“Do I need to?” You drawled sassily.

He swallowed. Fuck you were pissing him off.

Luckily for him, Yoongi already told him your name so ha!

“I guess not, y/n.” He smirked.

You tilted your head. Ha! Gotcha! You weren’t so clever!

Then you smiled and it sent Jimin’s stomach in a whirl.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. Jimin was very amusing to you. You couldn’t wait to break him.

You leaned closer to him, so close that your lips were almost touching. His breath got caught in his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between your irises.

What was this feeling? Jimin hasn’t felt like this sense his last big audition. His stomach was turning, nausea bringing that last drink he had right to the base of his throat, and his palms felt like all the water in his body had populated to his hands.

“That was cute.” Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. “But it doesn’t matter if you know my name or not….”

Don’t ask why. Don’t ask why.

“Why?”

You smirked, hand lifting to ghost over the side of his throat, your nails scratched lightly over his pulse point. He thickly swallowed, throat feeling tight and dry all of a sudden.

“Because your mouth will be too preoccupied.”

Damn. You were good. Too good.

While he was mimicking a fish out of water, you dug around your purse for your keys before saying, “let’s get out of here. Do you need to tell your friends where you’re going?”

It took him a second to process what you had said but when he did, he shook his head.

“No. Why would I need to tell them?”

You shrugged. “Just to be safe. If something happens or they need you, they should know.”

He raised an eyebrow in a suspicious look. “Are you gonna rob me or something?”

You chuckled but he didn’t find anything amusing. “Of course not. Let’s just go then.”

~

Rule Number 1 was broken the moment he step foot in your apartment.

Similar to your outward appearance, your apartment was very cool and modern; cool tones of gray and blues complimented one another across all of your furniture and decorations.

You noticed how he was looking around at everything. “Did you want a tour?”

He flinched a little at you speaking. “No. We can just go to the bedroom.”

You eyed him for a brief moment but shrugged your shoulder and led him down the hall to your bedroom.

You didn’t turn on the lights when you entered your bedroom, instead traversing through the dark to find the remote to your LED lights. The room lit up in a bright purple, enough so that he could see clearly but it wasn’t overwhelming to ruin the mood.

He didn’t take time to look around this time, moving to remove his jacket and lay it across your vanity stool. You had taken a seat on the bed, hands working to untie the strings of your platforms.

“So, should we talk about boundaries and safe words?”

You were really making his brain buffer, like bad wifi connection.

“Safe words? Isn’t that only for like extreme stuff? Like BDSM?”

You were also constantly pissing him off with those little mocking chuckles.

“Normally yes but safe words are really just to gauge comfort and discomfort so if either of us don’t like something, we can have an easy way of communicating.” You explained simply, tossing your shoes to the side and working on the strings that held your dress together on either side.

The way you spoke so simply and confidently caused yet another weird feeling to flutter in Jimin’s chest. That was happening often with you.

“Uh….I don’t think that’s necessary.”

You paused in your disrobing(damn it) to look up at him. “Are you sure? The color system is pretty simple. This is our first sleeping together so we should both be comfortable.”

He’s never had to think about stuff like that before. This was just a one night stand. Why were you so worried about comfort and safe words? He just wanted to get his nut and go.

Holding in an aggravated sigh, he nodded. “Sure. Color system. Red, yellow, green. Perfect.”

If you noticed his tone, you didn’t say anything. Instead finally finally removing your dress and Jimin got to witness the glory that was your body and hot damn.

From your mocha dusted nipples to the intricate tattoo that rested just between your breasts, all the way down your meaty thighs and your clothed pussy that was barely covered by the thong you wore.

“Come here.” You beckoned with a finger. “Lie down.”

Your voice seemed to control his body, his feet moving forward to sit on the bed next to you. Immediately, you were in his space, climbing on top of him to push him down on the mattress.

Your hair fell forward over your shoulder, falling into his face, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth.

You giggled at his sputtering. “Sorry. Hold on.” You reached over to your nightstand to grab a large claw clip to get your hair out of your face.

With that done, you leaned down to capture his pillowy lips in a kiss. Honestly, you’ve been waiting to kiss him since he approached you at the bar. Something about those Bratz doll lips were so appetizing.

And they didn’t disappoint.

Jimin’s hands gravitated to your ass, gripping two handfuls and god bless, it was just as amazing as he imagined.

Your lips worked in tandem against one another. Jimin was caught up in the wonderful globes of fat blessing his palms, hands pushing you to start humping against his straining erection. You sighed as your clit bumped against the zipper cover of his jeans.

You tilted your head more to deepen the kiss, his mouth opening to let your tongues meet. He hummed at the taste of the fruity alcohol and the minty gum you chewed in the car.

Licking at his tongue, you sucked it between your lips, surprisingly pulling a moan from Jimin. Noted.

It honestly shocked him as well. He’s never felt this turned on just from a little kissing and dry humping. Hell, he hardly kissed any of his sexual partners. Maybe a little here and there but never full on making out like he was doing now.

And he hated to say it but he wanted more.

You must have noticed how he relaxed into the kiss because you pulled away to get a good look at his face—ears tipped red and puffs of breath coming from his plump lips that were shiny with your gloss.

“Do you want to tell me a color?”

Ah that. He almost forgot but he guessed he’d entertain it. “Green I guess.”

You hummed a “good”, pecking his lips once more before moving to his throat. Your hands went to start on the buttons of his shirt as you nipped and sucked at his pulse point. He stifled another moan when you bit the skin at his collarbone, trailing down to kiss over his chest.

He thought you were about to go straight for his cock, only to be shocked when he felt your tongue run over his nipple.

He jumped at the sensation, head craning to look down at you. “W-what are you doing?”

Your eyes glanced up at him. “Oh sorry. Do you not like your nipples touched?” You sounded honestly apologetic.

He felt weird. That felt weird but not necessarily bad. Fuck, what was happening to him?

“It’s just weird.” He simply said.

“Okay. I won’t do it again. Thanks for being honest.” There’s that feeling again.

Moving past his chest, you worked on his belt and the button of his jeans. He helped you get them down his legs, also removing his shirt in the process.

Once he was lying back down, you got comfortable between his legs. You kissed around his belly button, his abs contracting from the ticklish feeling. Gripping the band of his briefs, you pulled them down and off his legs, his cock jumping out and slapping against his tummy.

He sighed when your warm palm encased his throbbing erection, shivering as your breath puffed over his slick cockhead.

“Ready?” You asked.

He scoffed. Why did you ask him like that? Like a warning almost.

There was that smirk again. You were gonna enjoy this.

Kissing his tip, you licked a wide stripes up his shaft, going all around the circumference of his cock with your sinful tongue. His leg twitched a little at your calculated ministrations, suddenly feeling hot all over despite you just starting.

Once you deemed him licked enough, you took his tip into your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to drip down his cock. With that extra lubrication, you began pumping his shaft, tandem sucking at his tip. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to feel more of your warm mouth around him.

Your eyes were focused on his face, always watching to make sure he was comfortable but also, you loved seeing his reaction. His own eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled up at his side and lip pulled between his teeth hard enough to bleed.

Mmm. Easy work. Time to up the ante.

Jimin felt your mouth come off of him, the cold air brushing over his spit slicked cock. He let out a breath but that was short lived because all of a sudden, both of your hands were gripping his cock.

He barely had time to lift his head before it was crashing back against your pillows because you started going absolutely ballistic.

Both hands began twisting and squeezing at his shaft, your mouth back on his tip creating an air tight vacuum seal. As your hands moved, your head bobbed up and down on what your hands couldn’t reach.

Jimin’s back arched hard enough to hurt, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. You were like a woman possessed, not even the Warren’s would be able to cleanse you. Loud slurping and sucking noises bounced off the walls, filling his ears and spurring him towards an orgasm faster than it takes Azaelia Banks to embarrass herself.

If your mouth wasn’t full of cock, you would have smirked from his reaction. He couldn’t stop moving, knees lifting and falling back against the bed and bumping into you a few times, head restlessly tossing side to side against the pillows. His face and chest were flushed red, chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.

“Oh my god….” He breathed out, feeling closer to orgasm than ever.

Your hands moved from around his shaft and suddenly, you were taking him all the way down your throat, deep throating him like a god damn python. His hips bucked up again but your wet hands rested on either side of his pelvis to hold him down. You bobbed your head faster, sucking on every upstroke and laving your tongue against the vein that pulsed on the underside of his cock.

Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life, especially not off head alone. It was like every nerve ending in his body was focused in his cock, your hot mouth pulling noises from him that he didn’t even know he could make.

Who the fuck were you? Who was he?

He was about to cum. He could feel it stirring and building in his lower belly, hotter than fire and ready to burst like a volcano.

Then you gripped his balls in one of your hands and gave them a light squeeze and the pearly gates were right there.

He let out a gasp, hands moving to try and stop you. He didn’t want to cum that fast and definitely not first. He always got the woman off first, at least twice before he finally came. And even that could take a while but you were about to wrench an orgasm from him in minutes. There was no way.

“W-w-wait….ah….I’m….” He stuttered, vocabulary suddenly becoming limited as his orgasm rose.

You could feel his cock throb in your mouth, balls drawing up in your palm. Taking him down your throat once again, his trimmed pubic hairs tickling your nose, you massaged his balls as if trying to force them to give you his cum.

Jimin’s brain struggled to remember that stupid safe word. He needed you to stop before the worst happened.

Alas, two harsh sucks and one more squeeze of his balls and he was ascending.

A moan so loud and drawn out that he didn’t even believe it was him came from his throat. Hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed it down greedily.

Sensitivity began to prickle at Jimin’s spine and cock as you continued to fondle and suck at him.

“Yellow yellow yellow.” He gasped out and you immediately backed away.

He slumped against the mattress, inhaling deep breaths and trying to calm his racing heart. Tiredness began pulling at his eyelids and he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment but then a weight settled on his chest.

He cracked open his bleary eyes, not expecting to find your glistening folds just inches from his face. When did you remove your panties? Despite just emptying his balls, he could feel his cock twitch. Damn, could you not?

He looked up to see your sultry eyes staring down at him. He gulped down a block in his throat. He was not expecting this.

“I’ll acknowledge your refractory period but just because your cock is down for the count right now doesn’t mean your mouth is.”

He was speechless. He’s never had a woman so shamelessly put her pussy right in his face and practically demand he eat her out.

You must have taken his dropped open mouth as an invite to scoot forward to place your pussy right in his face.

The initial shock had worn off the moment your wet pussy touched his lips. Like muscle memory, he latched onto your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the nub. You hummed at finally getting some relief. Seeing Jimin’s pleasured face had gotten you excited quicker than usual.

You were itching to finally break him down, to stake your claim and inject yourself into his bloodstream until he couldn’t think about anyone else but you.

Shouldn’t be too hard judging by how frantically he was slurping and licking at your clit like it was his first meal in ages.

You rocked your hips against his face, melting into the feeling. His tongue flicked expertly over your clit, plush lips sucking in intervals in a slightly amateur and sloppy way but thankfully, you liked it. You thought it was cute. And you weren’t really picky when it came to oral, clit stimulation was more than enough.

“Hold your tongue out.” You ordered and of course, he followed. You rocked your clit against the rough texture of his tongue, hums and sighs of pleasure passing your lips.

Jimin lifted his hands to grab at your ass, pushing you against his tongue a little faster. This wasn’t a competition(as far as you were concerned) and no, Jimin wasn’t trying his hardest right now to prove a point! He was just being an equal partner in this. He got off so you should too! Yeah, that made sense.

You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, holding him still as you used his tongue to get off. Using your other hand to tweak at your own nipples, you fluttered your eyes shut as you relaxed and let yourself be taken away by his tongue.

Jimin let you take control(as if you ever gave it up) but after a little bit, he took it upon himself to worm one of his hands under you to start prodding at your leaking hole. You could feel his fingers, a smirk that he couldn’t see twitching at your lips.

One finger sunk past your opening, your walls clenching around the digit. His cock twitched again, imagining how tight you’d be around it. Fuck that refractory period. He was ready to go now.

He felt around your walls until he pressed against that rough patch inside of you. He noticed you didn’t really react so he pressed a little bit harder, feeling a little rush when your hips jumped. Ah, you like it rough, huh?

Slipping another finger inside, he hooked them right into that spot again. Your mouth dropped and a light moan escaped your lips. He also wrapped his lips around your clit again and harshly sucked at it, pulling a slightly louder noise from you.

You were kind of expecting this but you also weren’t. With other partners you had, it normally took some coaching and adjusting for them to know how you liked it but he seemed to be knowledgeable.

How cute.

Gripping his hair tighter, you bounced up and down on his fingers, his lips slurping at your clit in tandem.

“Mhm….yes. Just like that. I’m almost there.” You moaned. That pressure was building higher and higher until you were right on the edge.

Jimin closed his eyes, curling his fingers everytime you bounced, sucking your clit like a man starved. He wanted to see you cum, see you fall apart for him.

He needed to see it.

Jimin moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks up your back, your own moan rivaling his.

“‘M gonna cum. Harder.” You said breathless.

Jimin hated how much you bossed him around but he couldn’t care much about that. Instead, he thrusted his fingers in and out of your wet cunt faster, your arousal dripping down his palm and wrist. He was spurred on by the wet and sloppy noises that your cunt made, his cock hardening incredibly fast.

With a final suck and one more curl of his fingers, you were releasing all over his face. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs smothering his head as your body locked up.

Jimin licked at your clit until you were shivering in sensitivity, your hips moving back until you were sitting back on his chest. Jimin stretched out his arm that was aching from your previous position, flexing his hand a few times.

You leaned back to rest your palms on his thighs, tilting your head back as you tried to catch your breath.

Jimin’s dark and sharp eyes trailed down your body—glistening dark skin covered in sweat, your gorgeous breasts and nipples heaving with every breath, dark stretch marks painting the insides of your thighs.

Damn, you were a picture of sin and he wanted to sink his teeth into you.

“Tapping out? I’ll acknowledge your refractory period.” He teased.

You dropped your chin forward to stare at him, a cute smile on your face. Scooting back so that you were straddling him again, you leaned down to kiss his lips. With this position, you could rub your slick folds up and down his cock. He groaned at the feeling. He could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around him.

Pulling away from his lips, you asked, “did you bring condoms? I have some if you didn’t. What size are you?”

Yes he brought condoms but why the hell did you have them?

“Uh….yeah. I’m normally a medium.”

That made you snort. “Normally? That’s a weird way to phrase it.” Reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled open a drawer to dig around for the right size.

Now that you mentioned condoms, he started thinking.

Did you really need one? You both disclosed your health in the car already.

(“You carry your STD results in your wallet? Do you have a lot of sex or something?”

“I like being prepared.”

“What a coincidence. Check the glove compartment.”)

His pull out game was definitely top tier and he didn’t want any kids anytime soon so that wasn’t really an issue. Obviously he wouldn’t say no if you really wanted to use one but your pussy felt so wet and warm around his fingers….

He wanted to feel it with no restrictions.

“Do we….”

You pulled the condom out, sitting back up on his lap. Your eyebrows raised, acknowledging that he wanted to speak.

“Yeah?”

He pulled his lip between his teeth. Why was he hesitating? He’s never felt nervous about asking for what he wanted during sex so why was his tongue getting tied now?

You could almost see the gears turning in his head. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes?” You pushed.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, your irises swirling with amusement. You were really…..

Sighing, he forced out, “do we have to use one?”

There we go. You smiled, shrugging one shoulder. “Not if you don’t want to.” You tossed the foil wrapper to the side like a discarded piece of gum.

How many times had you completely baffled him? Like 7? 8? 54? You were just continuing to defy every expectation and standard he’s had in previous sexual escapades. First you give him body ascending head, then you sit on his face, and now you were agreeing to raw sex? Was he dreaming? No, right?

He was broken from his thousandth moment of self contemplation by you moving. You turned around in his lap, your juicy ass on display to him. At that moment, he took notice of the two shiny piercings nestling just at the base of your spine.

You were gonna kill him.

He hissed when your warm palm wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it a few times, aided by the arousal you rubbed over him a bit ago.

“Ready?” You asked him for the second time and a small part of him wanted to say no. Your head game was already crazy. What the hell was your riding game like?

Too late to go back now because you were lining up the head of his cock with your hole and sitting down on it. He held his breath once your hot and tight walls began sucking him in, each inch feeling like a mile as you lowered yourself down.

He released the breath once you were seated all the way on his lap. He already felt ready to cum again and you haven’t even done anything yet. Your pussy was wetter than before and your squishy walls were holding his cock hostage like a bank robber.

You sighed at the stretch. He definitely had girth, which you preferred over length but he was still long enough to reach your spots. Perfect.

Adjusting yourself on your knees, you have a few test movements. Not really bounces but just moving back and forth to get both of you adjusted.

Jimin already couldn’t handle it, his head falling back against the pillows. He reached out his hands to rest on your ass and you took that as a sign of him being ready for the real action.

Perching both hands on his knees, you got on your feet and started bouncing on his cock. He choked out a surprisingly loud moan, fingers digging into your ass and head lifting again to watch you go crazy. Your ass rippled and jiggled every time you met his pelvis, you’re slick soaking his cock and walls hugging him on every upward stroke.

The clapping of your ass sounded like damn gunshots as it ricocheted off his pelvis, the force of your bounces shaking your bed and scrambling his brain.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t talk. All he could manage was groans and uncharacteristic squeaks whenever your walls squeezed around him. You were pulling noises out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making.

“Ah fuck!” He strained, sweat causing his bangs and hair at the back of his neck to stick uncomfortably to his skin.

You hummed, your claw clip starting to slip a little. “Your cock feels so good. It’s gonna make me cum.” You were starting to get a little winded from bouncing on your feet so you moved to your knees, still bouncing your ass up and down at the same pace.

His ears sounded like they were underwater so he didn’t hear a damn thing you said, too focused on watching how your hole stretched around his cock.

“Shit, s-slow down.” He begged but since you didn’t hear any of the traffic light colors, you kept going.

He was about to cum! Hard! Very hard!

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, saw how his toes curled and I curled, and how hard he was gripping your ass cheeks.

Licking your lips, you urged him, “Give it to me, baby. Cum in my tight pussy.” Balancing back on your feet, your hands going to your knees, you rode his cock harder than before. He thought you were about to break his pelvis but he’d sit in the hospital in a full body cast any day of the week.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Oh shit!” He cursed. A few more bounces and he was releasing inside your warm cunt. His ears rang and his vision blurred as the second hardest orgasm of his life rammed into him. You continued to ride him, milking him of every drop that he had.

His whole body was on fire, his throat tight and dry, heart hammering in his chest.

Sensitivity didn’t have time to settle in because he felt ready to cum again but it felt painful almost. Not necessarily in a bad way though. A part of him didn’t want you to stop.

And you didn’t.

Turning in his lap with his cock still inside(what the hell), you pushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead—taking in his red cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

He was so cute. Cute enough to bite and you did. He flinched a little at the feeling of your teeth on his cheek.

“You’re not tapping out, are you?” You kissed across his jawline and chin. “You’re still so hard and I haven’t cum yet.”

He wasn’t going to make it out alive.

~

Jimin rose to the smell of a sweet perfume and clean laundry detergent. He groaned as he stretched his body, the soft sheets feeling amazing against his skin. His muscles and bones popped as he tried to alleviate some of the tension from sleeping.

He blinked away the haze of sleep, lifting his head to get a gauge of his surroundings then it all started rushing back to him.

The bar. Coming back to your place. The mind blowing sex.

You.

He slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked around the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. He noticed his clothes from yesterday folded and placed near the foot of the bed.

Did you do that? Where were you?

He found his phone on your nightstand, plugged into a charger. He removed it and turned it on, finding a few messages from his friends asking if he was safe and one of his coworkers asking to switch a shift.

He texted Taehyung back, letting him know he was okay and to his coworker to agree to the shift change.

As he was in his phone, he heard the sound of clicking entering the room. He looked up, finding you walking into the bedroom, a robe wrapped around you and your hair hidden under a bonnet.

“Oh. You’re awake. Good morning.”

Morning? It was morning? He didn’t even notice the time.

10:21AM

What the hell? He’s never slept in that late after a one night stand. He’s never slept over at all.

Rule Number 2. Broken.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Morning.”

You walked over to your dresser to shuffle through some undergarments to wear. “I made some coffee if you want some.”

He hated coffee.

“No thanks.”

He tossed the blankets off his naked body, standing on wobbly legs. He glanced back over at you to see if you noticed but you were busy pulling panties up your legs. At the motion, he caught a glimpse of your perfect ass. He swallowed down a block in his throat.

No Jimin! You’ve already broken two rules! Don’t lose resolve.

As he slipped his clothes on, he couldn’t help but feel a little strange. Why did this feel so familiar?

You turned to him once you were done, sending him a sweet smile that made his heart stutter. “You can use the bathroom to brush your teeth and everything. I have some extra toothbrushes.“

He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair again. “Um….are you….did you….sleep well?” That was a dumb question to ask.

If you thought so, you didn’t mention it, instead smiling again. “I did. Did you? You practically passed out. I cleaned you up a bit. Hope you don’t mind.”

Heat rose to the tips of his ears. You cleaned him up? That’s why he didn’t feel sweaty or sticky. Wasn’t he supposed to do that for you? Then again, he wasn’t much of an aftercare type person with his previous partners. He’d let them use his bathroom or whatever but he never took initiative to clean his partners up.

You were so much different than him. He felt a little…..inadequate compared to you.

“Oh. Thanks.”

You hummed, turning around fully to face him. Why did he look so…..small? Not necessarily in size but in his posture and energy. He seemed a little nervous and out of place.

“Is something bothering you?” You inquired. You were hoping he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable about last night. He only used the color system once and he never said red so you assumed he was fine.

He cleared his throat again. “I just….can’t remember much from last night.”

You sighed in relief. “Oh, I thought something else was bothering you. That’s it?”

That’s it? You said it so dismissively, like his question was nothing to be concerned about.

“We went a few rounds but after the last one, you just passed out. I guess I wore you out, huh?” You giggled at that last part but he only felt hot embarrassment swell in him.

Ha! Fuck him to sleep? Hogwash.

Then again…..

“You’re also kind of a cuddle bug. I was surprised but it was nice. You’re very warm.”

He didn’t want to hear anymore of this.

“Where’s the bathroom?” He gruffly asked, turning his head away. It kind of reminded you of a small child refusing to eat their food. Cute.

You smirked but told him, “across the hall. I put a toothbrush on the counter along with a face towel.”

God he was sick of that cheeky little smirk. Stomping off to the bathroom, he grumbled about “not a cuddle bug” on his way.

After freshening up and screwing his back on straight, he ventured out of the bathroom back to the bedroom but you weren’t there. So he went to the living room instead, finding you sitting on your couch watching television.

You turned your head when you heard him enter.

“All done?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Cool. Did you need an Uber or anything?”

Ah, that’s what felt familiar.

Oh. Right. He had to leave. This was only a one time thing.

So why did he feel so……unwanted?

“No. I can….I can call one.”

You just nodded. “Cool.”

He just stared at the side of your head. That was it? Cool? You weren’t going to ask him stay? Or to have breakfast? He was used to women doing that but you…..you just sort of ignored him.

He didn’t like it. Why didn’t he like it?

Pulling out his phone, he requested himself an Uber, the app chiming and telling him his driver was 4 minutes away. He’s never gotten an Uber that quick. Where was this that night he was trying to get away from that girl who used too much teeth? She was crazy, chased him out the door and insulting him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. The driver had to meet him a block down.

“It’ll be here soon.” He announced for some reason. He didn’t know why he felt the need to tell you that. It’s not like you cared.

You stood to your feet. “Alright.” Walking over to the front door, you opened it. Jimin didn’t let his slight disappointment show on his face, heavy feet carrying him to your front door.

He stepped past the threshold, turning to face you. You were ready to close the door but paused when you noticed him still standing there.

“Something wrong? Did you leave something?”

Yes. Yes he did. He was leaving so much right now. He couldn’t leave knowing someone as perfect as you existed. He couldn’t just let you go.

Running a hand through his hair, he propositioned, “are you free sometime?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Free? For what?”

“You know….to do this again.” He motioned with a hand.

“Oh, um. I don’t think so.”

Rejection. That was new.

“What? Why?”

You gave him a pitied smile and he’s never felt so small before.

“This was just a one time thing. It was nice, don’t get me wrong but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep seeing one another. You understand, right?”

No. No he didn’t. Why didn’t you want to see him again? The sex was just nice to you? So was he the only one who actually felt something?

“But….”

“I’ll definitely add you to the roster. Get home safe, okay?”

The door closed in his face and he was left there, speechless and feeling used.

~

Days passed after meeting you and Jimin couldn’t get you off his mind. All he could think about was your perfect ass and the way you rode his cock, how you prioritized his comfort and cleaned him up and even let him sleep over.

You weren’t everything he wasn’t and he wanted more of you.

He couldn’t focus at work. He spent his nights staring at his ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He didn’t even go out to parties or bars anymore.

He needed to see you again.

He needed to talk to Yoongi.

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i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly. 

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?” 

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?” 

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!” 

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!” 

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels. 

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you. 

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing. 

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds. 

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well. 

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity. 

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion. 

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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valentines game

umich!rutger mcgroarty x f!reader

warnings: kissing, petnames such as: sweets, pretty girl/boy, baby, sweetheart and thats about it

A/N: Hi everyone! Long time no see, right? Anyways, After rereading this multiple times i realised thsi dosent really go with eachother but i have no motivation to make a whole new fic, so you guys will have to live w me writing badly. Also remember this is my 3rd time ever writing a fic, so bear with me! Alright enoigh peptalk, heres the little blurb i wrote at 2am..

Today was valentines day, and the boys at umich had a hockey game today. The valentines game, as they call it.

There was 10 minutes left of the last period and michigan were under by 3-4 against ohio state. The whole team was tired, sweating and taking out the last of their energy.

As they call out that theres 1 minute left of the game they start losing hope. But all of a sudden, Rutger gets a chance at a free net and he SCORES! The game was now tied 4-4. The last period ended and overtime begun. Only 34 seconds into the first OT, ethan edwards scores and michigan wins 5-4OT.

A few hours pass and everyone starts heading home. You finally get to see your boyfriend, rut. He had changed out of his hockey gear and was wearing just some pj pants and a grey tee.

'Rut! You did so good out there!' You say, smiling softly, hugging him and giving him a small peck on the lips.

'Aw thank you baby' Rutger cooes, looking down at you with his ocean blue eyes. 'I got you something' He purrs, revealing the beautiful red roses he got you. 'Happy valentines sweets'

'Rut.. I love them! i have something for you too, but its at home' You say innocently. 'Should we head home pretty boy?'

'Sure, love' He answers, leading you to the car. He opens your door for you before getting into the drivers seat.

The radio turns on, "Head over heels" by tears for fears is playing. 'Your so beautiful, y/n. Im so glad i met you' Rutger says smiling softly, looking into your eyes.

'I love you so much, rut.' I say, feeling like the happiest girl on earth.

As we step out of the car outside the apartment, the wind hits us with a swoosh. It feels chilly against our skin, but enjoyable. We head up to the apartment and ass song and we closed the door behind us i melt into his arms.

Our lips meet in a passionate, but romantic kiss. He places one hand on my waist and one on my neck. It feels like im kissing him for the first time again. Its like our lips were made for eachother. His lips are soft like clouds, and feel like heaven. He pulls away for a second to look at me. He smiles as he looks at me with the most lovable expression on his face.

'Now, what was that suprise of yours?' Rutger cooes. He says, holding his hand on my waist steady.

'I got myself a hockey jersey with your lastname on it, to show everyone im yours' I say sweetly.

'Sweet girl, put that on right now i need to see you in it' He says desperatly.

I go put on the jersey over my tight dress im wearing.

'Sooo, what do you think?' I say, looking at him with innocent eyes.

'I think its beautiful, just like you' He purrs, pulling me in for a loving kiss. He pulls away, and says: 'The goal i scored today, was for you. Only you. Thats why we call it the valentines game, where we score for our loved ones'

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ME Fic: Bait (5/5)

Summary: Garrus and Shepard finally have a heart-to-heart.

Link: Ao3

Length: 3k

Shepard normally made her rounds after the Normandy took flight—not that Garrus timed it. But he could guess she'd be at his bay if someone hadn’t held her longer within an hour. It’s been over four hours since they took flight. 

Garrus showered to rid himself of the smell of smoke and alcohol. The dust that used to clog his plates and lungs washed off. He stashed his civilian clothes away, and now wore his usual light armor for sleep. He should have been sleeping. Instead, he paced the main battery and reorganized his tools. He found himself forearm-deep in the Thanix cannon when a notification blinked on his omni-tool. 

OS: Okay let’s talk, preferably not about krogran piss.

GV: Well there just went my opener

GV: Be up in a few minutes 

His heart raced, so Shepard was still awake and toiling over the night's events. Her last words hung in his mind if things would be okay between them. 

We will be.

Will be. They could be okay, and she could still want to end things. They could be okay as just friends. 

The pit in his stomach still weighed him down. Of all the attention Shepard got tonight from Morinth, the human bartender–Both were closer to home for her. 

Garrus moved slowly to the elevator, trying to figure out what to say while walking into the unknown. The cabin door entrance glowed, and waited for him to activate the panel. Garrus clutched his mandible to his jaw. With a light tap, Garrus hit the panel. It spun for only seconds but felt like an eternity of waiting. 

The doorway slid open, revealing Shepard with her baggy N7 sweats and hair-tied taut. Red and black eye makeup washed away, the tight dress gone. The bite marks on her neck had healed and dissipated. Back to her usual self, physically anyway. She crossed her arms and leaned against her desk, waiting for him. 

“Hey,” Garrus spoke first, unsure how to follow up. 

“Hey.” Her voice came out quiet, but her eyes watched him intently. Silence hung in the air between them. Ten feet away, and they felt like strangers. 

“So…” Shepard started. “That asari girl was cute.” Her tone was trying to come off light but had a sharp edge.

“Oh, really. Which one?” Garrus played along, hoping to ease the tension.

“Asshole,” Shepard let out a snort of a laugh. “The bubbly one, not the murderous one.” 

“Right, right, that one.” 

“Is she okay? You took a while to get back to Normandy .” She must have kept track of him. He had spent an hour or so talking with Vlyrica. 

“Vlyrica wanted to thank me. She wanted to paint me,” Garrus cringed at what he said. That did not sound great. A loud laugh broke through his panic. 

“Oh my god, ‘paint you.’ You fell for that line? So you just went to her apartment, and then what?” 

”I know, I know. But she really is an amazing artist.” Shepard’s face soured, but he continued. “Her place was cramped with hundreds of paintings of just people on Omega. And—” Garrus paused, unsure about how to breach the conversation.

“And?” An interrogative tone left Shepard’s lips, but she stood aloofly. Her eyes slighted at him.  This must be what jealousy looks like in a human. 

“She had a painting of Sensat, one of my men.”

“Holy shit.” Her arms dropped to her side.  Any edge she had when he had entered was gone. 

“Apparently, she used to see him all the time at the markets. There he was, just staring right back at me, I, um.” 

Shepard bridged the distance between them, her hand wrapped around his forearm. Her warmth pressed through the thin fabric of his undersuit. She nodded to the couch for them to sit. 

A bottle of wine and half a glass sat on the table with datapads littered around them. They sat only inches away, her hand still on his forearm, and her mint green eyes watched him. 

“We’re there other paintings of your men?” 

“Omega is almost 8 million. The fact she had one is unthinkable. I just—I’ve been dreading going back there. Seeing Sensat, how he actually was, helped.”

“I’m glad you were able to get that out of all this,” Shepard said with a soft smile. 

“Yeah, um, and then we began talking about the rest of my men.” Garrus fidgeted in his seat. This had been the most he shared about them with Shepard. 

“She didn’t get far with my painting, but she will paint them.  Just so I can have something of them. A good memory for once.” 

“Wow, that's amazing. I’d like to hear about them sometime,” she paused, watching him shift uncomfortably. “Only if you want to.”

“I’d like that, just tonight–.” The words failed to come out of his mouth. He didn’t know what to make of tonight. 

She squeezed his arm in reassurance. “It’s been a lot. Whenever you want to.” There was a long moment of silence between them. He felt unsure of where to take the conversation next. Confess his feeling of jealousy? Look for reassurance that she was still interested?  None of it seemed right. 

Shepard broke the silence. “Do you think she’d put two and two together about Archangel? Is that safe that you told her about your men?” 

Garrus sighed. This would be an easier conversation, at least. 

“I doubt it, but I have no intentions of returning, and besides, to her, I’m some guard named Caeus.”

“Caeus? You don’t look like a Caeus,” Shepard squinted her eyes as she looked at him. “Too formal.” 

Garrus laughed. “Well, you don’t look much like an Alison either. The Gunn part is easier to believe. 

“Thank Kasumi for that. But this Caeus, just some kind of guard?”

“I told her some crap about being a guard for Aria, doing a sting operation. People don’t tend to go poking around in Aria’s business.” 

“Number one rule of Omega,” Shepard said with a roll of her eyes. 

“And so this Alison is just some merc looking for guns to hire?”

Shepard shrugged. “I mean, it’s kind of true. I didn’t lie per se. You have this poor girl believing she has a crush on some guard.” 

“Well, you have a bartender thinking he’s about to get a date and —.” Shepard stiffened as if she was worried he’d bring up Morinth. Garrus stopped himself, trying to think his following words carefully. 

“Look, tonight could have gotten a lot smoother. I wasn’t thinking clearly, watching others hang off you, and being back on Omega. It clouded my judgment.” 

Shepard pressed her lips together before speaking, looking as she contemplated her words. 

“I know. I didn’t like seeing someone hang off you, either. I know I had to do things I’m not proud of.” She paused, now fidgeting in her seat, eyes cast down. “I guess I wasn’t expecting to see that happen to you, and it ate at me.” 

“I tried to push her off me multiple times.”

“It’s the scars. They make you irresistible,” Shepard teased. 

“And here I thought it would just be krogran women I had to fight off.” Garrus retorted back. 

“Krogran, asari, human.” Shepard corrected. Her hand trailed up to the scarred side of his face. A knowing smile crept up on her lips as she watched him. 

“Look Garrus, I care about you a lot, but I can’t just do this–” Garrus' heart sunk into his stomach at her pause. “just hooking up as friends thing.” 

She took his free hand, entangling themselves together. Three with five. 

“I don’t want anyone or anything in the way of us. You’re important to me.” Her chest and neck bloomed out in a red hue as she spoke. 

The visor readings of her heart rate rose, and her breath rate increased. She was as worried as he was for them. A calm washed over him as he leaned into her touch. 

“Shepard, you obviously are to me too. I would have much rather have met you at that bar.” The words left his mouth so easily. 

Shepard’s eyes lit up as he spoke. She almost bounced out of her seat at the answer.  “Oh, okay, how would you introduce yourself? I’m interested.” Her grin flashed out devilishly. 

“Shepard–” His dual tones came off as pleading, unsure if she picked that up. He didn’t know how to do this. The flirting, the banter, he was starting to lose steam. 

“Come on, have fun with me about this. I want to know.”  

“Well, first, I-um, I’d ask to buy you a drink.” Garrus’ mind raced as he panicked, trying to find something.

“Okay, and? I want to hear what you would actually say. Use that voice of yours,”  Shepard's same grin was plastered on her face. She was not going to let this go. 

“Well, for starters, you looked amazing in that dress.” Garrus’ hand wandered to her waist, her well-formed muscles shifting under her jacket. Shepard sucked in a long breath, her hooded eyes watching him keenly. 

“How so?” Her voice pitched high as she played along. 

“Showing off your figure, your—,” Garrus paused, unsure what was and wasn’t a compliment to humans. “Supportive waist–”

“Supportive waist?” Her hands shot up to her mouth to stifle a laugh. 

“Crap! Is that offensive in human cultures?”

“No, just an odd way of phrasing it.” She giggled. 

“Honestly, an odd way of saying it to turians too.”

“Then why say it!” Shepard’s held-back laugh turned into a snort. 

“Don't laugh! I’m panicking. Throw me a line here, Shepard!” 

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with Vlyrica,” she said with jest.  

“Well, I’m not interested in her. You make me nervous.” 

“Oh, tell me. How do I make you nervous?” Her voice drawled out. 

Without thought, Garrus trailed his hand up her leg to her thigh and squeezed. He leaned into her, almost pushing her into the couch. 

“You're smart, sexy, and a wicked shot. What isn’t there to be nervous about?” His voice mirrored hers. Drawled out with dual tones humming together–all signaling want. 

Her hands shot up to his carapace, pulling him into her. Shepard's lips pressed to his mouthplates hard. The taste of her wine slipped in with her tongue. Her fingers tightly holding on to him. Floral scents wrapped around him. He wanted to just stay in that moment. Just taking her in, as things were finally going just right. 

But she pulled him further into her on the couch, almost having him on top of her. Garrus fumbled a bit, unsure where to grab her, trying to fit themselves together. But soon, they found their rhythm. Her smile pressed into his. His three fingers intertwined into her five. 

Shepard pulled back first to catch air, her skin flushed. 

“Garrus, I want this. I want this with just you,” she said with a hushed voice. 

Her words sent his heart racing and his hands a slight tremble. But his mandible flared out into a wide grin. Garrus was exactly where he wanted to be. 

“I want that too.”  

He dipped his head back down to her, tracing his mouth plates from her lips to her jaw until he met her neck. He thanked himself for reading the erogenous zone packet as Shepard let out a small gasp. 

Her gasp turned to moan as his tongue trailed up her neck and gave a careful tug of her ear. A thrumming hum escaped from him as his hips sunk into hers. His groin plates parted, releasing and throbbing himself against her. The same devilish smile crept up on her face as she grinded against him, and her moans grew louder. 

“Shepard—” his voice low and rumbled, full of lust. “You know what you're doing to me.” 

Her legs hooked around his waist, pushing herself more into him. “Take me to bed then,” she pleaded.

Garrus hoisted her, palming her ass with a squeeze.  Her hands hooked around his neck for support. Within a moment, he had her pinned gently on the bed. His carapace slightly dug into her chest. Long dark strains of hair came loose from her bun, sprawling around her. 

He held her by the waist, slowly thrusting and teasing her. Her lips pressed back to him, and once again, he explored her, tasting her, drinking her in. She bucked her hips frantically into his. Her moans spilled into his mouth. Spirits did he feel drunk on her moans.

His claws ran through her hair as he pulled her face closer to him. The twist of strains felt odd as they curled around his hand. They snared in his claws as he tried to shake them loose. Her head jerked back slightly with an accidental tug. 

Her body tensed underneath his weight. Garrus swiftly got off her, tightly holding his mandibles to his jaw. Shepard’s eyes locked on the sky window, watching the passing stars. Lost to him again.

“Shepard—.” Garrus’ tone tinged with worry.  She snapped back to him. 

“I’m fine, please,” she pleaded, pulling him closer and trying to go for another kiss. He pressed his brow plate to her brow instead. 

“Shepard, we don’t have to do this now. It’s okay.”

“But I want to, with you,” she pleaded, pulling his carapace closer. “I just…”

“There will be other nights.” 

“Fuck! All I could do was look out her window. I was just stuck.” A sob erupted from her throat.  “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere. To hell and back, remember? I want to stay.”  He pulled her closer, her head dipping into his cowl. He massaged circles up and down her back. Waiting for her to be ready to talk. This was all still too fresh. 

For minutes, silence hung between them. Her arms slowly curled onto his neck, his mouthplates pressed into her head. 

“If you want, we can watch the elcor Hamlet production you’ve gone on and on about,” Garrus said softly. 

Shepard’s head lifted, her eyes pleading at him. “You’d suffer through that for me?” 

“For you? Anything.”

“If we can last the 14 hours, let’s see the krogran Macbeth production showing on Illium.”

Garrus sighed jokingly. “You’re pushing your luck.”

Shepard cuddled into his side, fluffing pillows around them for more comfort as he displayed his omni tool for the vid. 

An hour in, Shepard shooed away the vid screen out of boredom. “Why don’t we try for a date night instead? Illium has an aquarium and piano bar I’ve wanted to check out.”

“A date sounds nice. Really anything to get me out of sitting through a play.” 

Shepard rolled her eyes at him. “Listen, I appreciate the arts, but I’d like to see how the asari take on the piano. Get enough drinks in me, and I’ll probably start playing something myself.” 

“I didn’t know you could play.”

“Well, I am good with my hands,” Shepard’s eyebrows wiggled at him. “But yeah, I used to play as a way to distract myself when I was with the Reds. Like an escape.”

Garrus pulled her in closer, cherishing every moment of learning something new about her. She always found a way to surprise him. She was so much more than the legends people ascribed to her name.  

“You know, I’ve actually always wanted to learn how to paint when I was a kid,” Garrus said, trying to share something of himself with her too. 

“Why didn’t you?” Shepard looked surprised at that information. 

“I told my dad I wanted to take classes, and the next day he was teaching me how to shoot a gun.”

Shepard’s face soured as he spoke, but Garrus shrugged and continued, “It’s the turian way. I’m painting blood on walls now with my rifle.”

“Your rifle, your paintbrush, the battlefield, your canvas.” 

“To put it mildly.” 

“So can’t be a spectre or an artist according to your dad,” Shepard chipped in. 

“Not that he stopped me, but I saw his reason. C-Sec is something down the middle, something ‘safe’.”

“Safe? C-sec?”

“Financially speaking, look where that leads us.” 

“Well, I’m pretty happy to have you here with me.”

“The only good thing of my time with C-sec was it led me to you,” Garrus conversed nervously. Shepard smiled and brought a gentle kiss to him. The aquarium's blue lights reflected on her skin's pink hues. Bags grew under her eyes from exhaustion; her sharp orange scars glowed, but she was so beautiful to him. 

“What’s your favorite piece to play?” Garrus asked, trying to pull and learn more about her. 

White teeth flashed out in a grin as Shepard pulled out her omni-tool. A holo keyboard in neon orange appeared between them. She cracked her fingers, readying to take on the challenge. 

“Okay, it’s been a while, so give me some grace.”

The tune started simple with repeating notes but built into a soaring melody. Her fingers danced across the board as it became more complex.  His heart swelled watching her. But something about the tune became more and more familiar to him. Her eyes remained focused. Determination shone as she tried to get it just right. The last key hung in the air as she finished. 

“Amazing! But that sounded so familiar. Where is it from?

“Fleet and the Flotilla. I Was Lost Without You is a classic! I bet you can sing along, Vakarian.” Shepard nudged him with a wink. 

“You’re not getting that out of me.” 

“Oh, you’re no fun.”

“I try to be.” He leaned forward and kissed her at her temple and continued. “Why don’t we watch that instead.”

“You got yourself a deal.” 

They collapsed together in the comfort of her bed. Garrus pulled up the vid, while she nuzzled into his side. He was happy for things to go right, just this once. 

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I’ve had some curious people, so here’s the seed. (Warning that all 366 videos are in a list here, so it’s very long)

Cooking with Sex Toys

Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN

Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video

Mark and Ethan Attempt an Escape Room

Hunting HeeHoo

Pee Sauna

Goodbye.

Ethan Gives Mark a Viking Funeral

Playing Children’s Games in Total Darkness

Preserving Ourselves in Wax

DIY Geriatric Simulator

DIY Bungee Jump (please don't try this)

2 Truths and 1 Lie -- Waxing Edition

Mark Teaches Ethan to Read with Hooked on Phonics

Duct Tape Crucifixion (Amy, Please Don't Watch This Video)

Bear Trapping 101: An Elegant Knot For an Elegant Beast

The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover

Reacting to Your Hilarious Green Screen Memes

Creating Mark FISHbach

Goat Yoga

Chickens Teach Us About Life and Death

Unus Annus Try Pole Dancing

We Made Nude Paintings of Each Other

Being Brutally Honest with Each Other

2 Absolute Beginners Experience the Dancing Glory that is Salsa

The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest

Mark Turns Ethan into a Mummy to Prepare Him for the Great Beyond

Mark Conquers His Fear of Night Swimming

Pee Soda

We Got Pepper Sprayed

The Truth of Unus Annus

Mark Teaches Ethan How to Play the Trumpet

Hiding Our Sins from Amy's Holy Peepers

The Wubble

Mark Cooks Blindfolded While Ethan Guides Him Through FaceTime

W​​​​​e Had To Drink Each Other's Pee

We Accidentally Made an SCP While Amy Was Away

Santa's Mukbang (Drinking 1 Gallon of Eggnog)

Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna into a Portable Hell

Literally Eating Fire

All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened

Mark Reviews The Impossible Burger But There's a Looming Sense of Impending Doom

2 Grown Men Attempt the Presidential Fitness Test

Nutball: The Most Dangerous Game

The Unus Annus Last Supper

We Force Mark to Swim in the Ocean (HIS GREATEST FEAR)

Fixing Mark's Hole with Ramen but Every Time We Add Glue We Get 5% Closer to God

The Koala Challenge: TikTok’s Intimate Couple’s Trend

Pitching a Tent in the Woods But There's a Bear 15 Feet Away

We Tried a Labor Pain Simulator

We Will Churn Thy Butter

Mark Breaks His Nose On An Aerial Hoop

Beating Inanimate Objects to Death

Mark's Outdoor Escape Room

Donating Toys to Charity w/ JackSepticEye

Baby Hands Operation

What in the Hell is a Pink Trombone?

Mark Teaches Ethan How to March in a Marching Band

Drawing on Each Other's Backs in Total Darkness

Crushing Watermelons Betwixt Our Mighty Thighs

Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank

We Lubed Our Floor for a Sliding Competition

A Serious Conversation Under the Stars

Drawing Memes from Memory

1 Man 100 Accents

How to Start a Fire (except don't...)

DIY Chiropractor

Mark Needs To Rub Ethan and Only His Mom Can Help Him

We Pierced Each Other’s Ears

Mark and Ethan Go Casket Shopping

Unus Annus

Mark Punishes Ethan

We Force James Charles to Run a Military Obstacle Course

The Sensory Overload Tank

Mark and Ethan Are Now Fathers

We Made Every YouTuber Battle in the Hunger Games

We Bought Every Grinch Costume on Ebay

Turning Mark Into an E-Boy

Helium Therapy

Everything's Legal If You're Dead

How to Safely Bury Your Friend

Who’s Cutting Onions In Here???

Recreating the Miracle of Childbirth

We Play the Newlywed Game While Consuming That Which Will Kill the Other

The Beginning of The End

We Attempted to Create THICC Water

DIY Boob

2 Idiots Get Crushed by 18-Foot Giant Snakes

Mark and Ethan Get Into a Fight

The Painful World of Aerial Silks

You Blink You Lose

Ethan Will Be Kicked in the Balls

We Looked at Unus Annus Memes

Poopsie Sparkly Critters (a slime surprise...)

Unregulated Axe Throwing

10 Strange Amazon Products Ethan Bought Mark Because He Doesn't Know How to Spend Money Responsibly

The Secret Unus Annus No-Touchy-Touchy Hand Shake

Taped and Afraid

We Played Strip Poker

REAL Ghost Hunting at an Abandoned Zoo

This Video is Completely Unedited

Eating Only Onions for 24 Hours: How Many Onions Does it Take to Kill a Man?

Ethan Teaches Mark Gymnastics

Mark and Ethan Look at a Puppy for 10 Minutes

Pressure Washing Our Sins Away

The Ultimate Trolley Problem

Recreating Mark's Childhood

2 Men in a Trench Coat Teach You how to Save Moneyat the Movies

Mark Teaches Ethan to Wrestle

What Was the Most Painful Thing We've Ever Endured?

Drinking Real THICC Water... How Bad Does It Taste?

This is What Being Tased Feels Like

Only UNUS-es May Watch This Video

We Take a Lie Detector Test to Uncover our Darkest Sins

Transforming Mark into the 8th Wonder of the World

This Is The Most Dangerous Children's Toy Ever Made

Saying Goodbye to All Our Guests

Ethan Destroys Mark's Van with a Bat

BEYBLADE NUTBALL

We Turned our Bodies into Art

Drunk College Party Simulator

Doing Each Other's Makeup in the Dark

The Candy Bra Challenge

A Bear Attacked Us in the Middle of the Night

Too Many Pickles

Making an Indoor Tornado to Flex on Mother Nature

2 Adults Take a 4th Grade Math Test

We Took the Polar Plunge

Brick Soccer

Only ANNUS-es May Watch This Video

Blood Bath

Ethan Kidnapped Mark

How to Rescue a Cat from a Tree

Literally Finding a Needle in a Haystack

Only Watch from 2:15 to 6:11 --- DO NOT WATCH ANY OTHER PART OF THIS VIDEO

Team Building for 2: Trust Fall, Tug-of-War, and More!

Building IKEA's Hardest Piece of Furniture Without Instructions is Impossible

How Many Slaps Does It Take to Cook a Chicken?

Floating in a Real Sensory Deprivation Tank

Ethan Teaches Mark How to Swim

We Eat Bugs

Accepting the Truth

The Annual Unus Annus Dunk Contest

Grip Strength Test: Loser Becomes the Winner's Butler for a Day

7 Minutes in Heaven | 7 Minutes in Hell

Help Us Break a YouTube World Record

Becoming One with the Horse

Mark and Ethan Go on a "Drum Date"

Bobbing For Apples But the Water Keeps Getting Thiccer

Who Can Teach Their Dogs a Trick the Fastest?

Mark Knows What Ethan Did...

We Buy a Professional Hypnosis Video and React To It

Mark and Ethan Learn About the Human Body

Tearing a Phone Book in Half with Our Huge Manly Muscles

How to Escape from a Hostage Situation

Being Attacked by a Fully Trained Bodyguard Dog

Puberty Simulator

Breaking Glass With Our Screams

Dunking Oreos In Literally Anything But Milk

Hydro Dipping A Baby

Attempting to Build IKEA Furniture Without Instructions

Can You Bake a Cookie from Cookie Dough Ice Cream?

The Bad Kind of Cupping

Ethan Explores Mark's Haunted Basement

Would Chica Save Us From Drowning?

Was 2020 a Bad Year for Unus Annus?

Shooting Archery ON A HORSE

This is For FUN and NOT a Fetish

Mark Teaches Ethan Korean

Building the World's First IKEA Boat

Purging Our Sins with a Neti Pot

Discussing the Idea of Murdering Each Other but it's Just a Joke and Definitely Not Serious Haha

Momiplier Teaches Self-Defense

The 1st Annual Unus Annus Roast

Mark and Ethan Share a Drink

The Barrel - Official Music Video

Popping Popcorn with a High-Powered Laser

Is Mark a Masochist?

We Wrote a Hit Pop Song in 30 Minutes

We Attempt to Make UNHOLY Water

We Give Each Other Tattoos Blindfolded

The Ultimate Paper Airplane Showdown

Judging Your Terrible Unus Annus Ideas

Top 10 Worst Things Your Friend Could Possibly Spend Their Money On

3 Big Boys Attempt the King's Royal Fitness Test

Reddit 50/50: Two Player Edition

We Attempt Pottery Without Amy's Help

Mark and Ethan Build a Scarecrow

Learning the Ancient Art of Chinese Archery

Ultimate Horseshoes

This Video Went Completely Out of Control

Cryptid Olympics

Hot Dog'd to Death

Recharging Our Phones Using Only Brute Strength

Becoming a Master of Mime

Harnessing Our Dogs' Unlimited Energy

We Explore the Unus Annus Subreddit for Your Delicious Memes

Forcibly Turning Mark Into Santa Claus Against His Will

Literally Laying On Literal Broken Glass

The Good Kind of Cupping

Blowing Our Souls Into Some Hot Glass

Who Can Make Themselves Taller?

DIY Bed of Nails : OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T EVER TRY THIS

Mark and Ethan Summon a Ghost

The Great Meat Mistake

Recreating Ourselves as a Cursed Mannequin

DIY Wine

We Played Mad Libs and Ran It Through Google Translate

Bobbing For Literally Anything But Apples

Acupuncture Is NOT Painful

Mark Gives Ethan a HOT (stone) Massage

We Cryogenically Freeze Ourselves

Ultimate YouTuber Boxing Showdown

10 Miracle Products to Give YOU the Thiccest Jaw on Planet Earth

Dummy THICC for Dummies | A Tale of 2 Butts | Pushing Our Butts Even Further Beyond

We Attempt to Make Holy Water

Mark Steals Ethan’s Face

DIY Teeth

Our Perfect (and last) Valentine's Day

Mark Builds a Pillow Fort for the Very First Time

The Egg Smashing Game

Ethan Redefines Male Beauty

Learning to Breathe Underwater

The Great Ice Cream Cake Race

Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our Youtube Famous Dogs

We Finally Drank Our DIY Win

2 Dirty Boys Wash Their Filthy Mouths Out With Soap

Professional Fire Cupping (Going Even Further Beyond)

Morphing Our Bodies Into Superhero Poses

Bad Bad Beans

We Hired a Real Hypnotherapist to Analyze our Darkest Dreams

This is Goodbye

God's Fitness Test

Edible Slime was a Mistake.

DO NOT TRY THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES

You Breathe You Die

Long Hair, Do We Dare?

Mark and Ethan Desperately Try and Name a Single State in the USA

The Most Dangerous Shave

Two Male Men Judge Female Women on Their Beauty

5 Products to Grow Your Patchy Beard

How to NOT be the Perfect Boyfriend

Learn to Jump Higher in 16 Minutes and 16 Seconds

Playing Cards: The World's Deadliest Weapon

DIY Cheese

We Found Websites That the World Forgot About

Play-Doh Thanksgiving

Ethan Watches as Mark Achieves the Impossible

2 Men 200 Accents

1 Gallon of Jello Nearly Broke Us

Desperately Trying Not To Touch Our Faces

Mark and Ethan Milk a Goat

Edward Pumpkin Hands

Nutball Extreme: Taser Edition

The Unus Annus Space Program

Having an Adventure In VR Chat Because We Can't Go Outside

Using Google Maps to Find the Lost City of Atlantis

Mark and Ethan Desperately Attempt to Feel Something

Ethan Turns Mark into a Werewolf

Looking at Long Lost Memes

The Human Mop

An Extremely Sour, Not-At-All Sour Meal

Going on an Internet Scavenger Hunt

Making Soda With Literally Anything But Soda

Mark and Ethan Become United States Citizens

Consuming the World's Hottest Chip

Learning How to Lockpick (FBI Please Don't Watch)

We Made Fanart for Each Other

There's Something Horribly Wrong with This Picture...

Strange (and legal) Things You Can Do With Your Body After Death

Professional Fetish Scientists Rank the Best/Worst Fetishes of 2020

Recreating Childhood Photos

Fighting Fish to the Death in the Deep Blue Sea

Wikifeet: A Tale of 2 Tootsies

We Google Each Other to Find Our Darkest Forgotten Sins

The Worst Kind of Cupping

The End of Unus Annus is Almost Here...

Middle School Science Experiment Teaches Us About Life and Death

Momiplier Tells Us True Scary Stories from Korea

Making Snow Cones With Literally Anything But Normal Flavors

We Have the Best Bellies on Youtube

We Ate Dog Treats So You Don't Have To

Becoming the World’s Greatest DJ's

Our Fans Try to Scare Us with Their Homemade Creepypasta

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2080

You Made Beautiful Music for The Barrel... But Only One Could Win

The Deep End of Omegle: Risky Boogaloo

The 1000 High Five Challenge

What is the Least Viewed Video on YouTube?

Mark and Ethan Find the Lost City of El Dorado

The Creepiest Videos on Youtube

DIY Minesweeper

This Is Hiding On Your Body RIGHT NOW.

Running Internet Drama through Google Translate

Will We Break the Boards... Or Will They Break Us?

Speed Reading 1000+ WPM to Gain a Complete Understanding of All Human Knowledge

This Video Will Never Make Sense

Unus Annus Carves the Roast Beast

Making Our Own Gravestones to Prepare For Our Inevitable Demise

Mark's 1 Weird Talent Leaves Ethan Absolutely Speechless

Mark and Ethan Get a Full Body Scan to See What Secrets Lay Hidden Within (and learn their body fat)

Learning to Use The Force

Making the Ultimate Unus Annus Burger

The Scariest True Stories on the Internet

Mark and Ethan Bet Everything on a Wikipedia Race

Giving Away Our 1,000,000 Subscriber Gold Play Button

Amazon Shopping for the Apocalypse

The Chubby Gummy Challenge

Unus Annus ASMR

Phasmophobia in Real Life

Mark and Ethan Shave Chica

Does This Magnet Skincare Routine Really Work?

Ethan Roasts Mark for 15 Minutes Straight

We Bought a Camera That Can Look Inside Us

Reading YOUR Scariest True Stories

How Much Caffeine Does It Take to Kill a Man?

An A.I. Predicts How We're Going to Die

Emotional Pain vs Physical Pain... Which is Worse?

We Smell Every Smell

Tasting Weird Food Combos : Pickles and Chocolate? Ice Cream and Soy Sauce?

Bleachus Annus

Can Sound Therapy Heal All Wounds?

Ethan's Relaxing and Totally Normal Nail Salon

Can Plants Feel Pain?

We Have The BEST Thumbnails on YouTube and No One Can Tell Us Otherwise

We Put an Apple Watch in a Rock Tumbler

Whom Would Eat Whomst First in a Zombie Apocalypse?

2 Complete Amateurs Enter a Body Building Competition

We Do It Better Than Icarus Ever Could

Mark and Ethan Take a Personality Test

Learning to Cry on Command to Increase Our YouTube Views

What Happens When a Youtube Channel Dies?

Don't Go in the Ocean... Ever.

Finding the Most Cursed Image on the Internet

Pumpkin Taste Tier List

The Unus Annus Confessional Booth

2 Boys 2 Poops

How Far Can We Chuck a 16lbs Rock?

We Took an IQ Test

We’re Better Than Dogs

Amy Sent Us a Mystery Box

How Big Can a Nuke Get?

There's Still Hope...

What Does Astrology Say About Our Friendship?

Where in the World is Unus Annus?

Mark is Guilty. Ethan has the Proof.

How Tall Can A Human Get?: An Impartial Review by 2 Average Height Men

Mark and Ethan Hunt The World's Most Wanted Criminals

Bored? Press This Button.

The Illuminati... Do They Really Exist?

Harnessing Our Yodeling Power to End The World As We Know It

Ethan Traps Mark's Soul in the Palm of his Hand

5 Weird Apps Predicted Our Death

Are Reptilian Humanoids Living Among us?

An A.I. Generates Our Worst Nightmare

Bigfoot is Real and It Ate My Friend

This is How We'll Die...

Like It or Not... This is What The New Human Looks Like

Pumpkin Spice “Challenge”

Discovering the Secret to Eternal Life

Will AI Soon Take Over Humanity as we Know It?

Hacking into the Very Fabric of the Universe

Reverse Engineering a Kite to Steal the Idea of Electricity From Benjamin Franklin

Granting Access into Heaven's Sweet Gates

We Explore the Most MYSTERIOUS Mysteries of our Wildy Mysterious Mystery Moon of Mysteries

Are We Already Dead?

[mschimdt]

unbelievable

recom!quaritch +recom!mansk x recom!reader

oneshot

very poorly written, dk how many words so bare w me

1579 words

you were at recom training with wuaritch and the others, you needed the training because your avatar bodies are still pretty weak and in need of excersise and muscle.

the training was around 3 hours long which meant theres about 40 minutes left you were all running around the court like maniacs, the last part of the training was basketball because its a really good sport for your physicall health

quaritch put us in 2 teams so we can play basketball against eachother, my team consisted of z dog, mansk, prager , and lyle and the other team had walker, lopez, ja, and quaritch, you were surprised to see that he joined on the game because he never usually participates when hes training you and the others, he usually trains himself at the gym

the game finished after you scraped your knee just 4 minutes into the match, no one complained because none of them wanted to play anyways, so they just left.

you started walking towards the medical clinic to clean the scrape because you cant risk an infection because this body costs 5 billion dollars

the human nurses run away terrified for some reason, you order one to come amd help and she does come but shes shaking, she stood there for a few minutes staring at the floor and shaking and you were getting pretty tired of this so you finally spoke up to the little human "can you clean this up?" you were met with silence until you heard her speak "y-yeah sorry i zoned o-out" she walks over to the shelves and grabs some iodine aswell as cotton pads and a big bandaid, she cleans your knee and wraps it with the bandaid "thanks" you say and she looks up and nods

you stand up and leave and head to the cafeteria because you needed to eat since you havent eaten for 4 hours and your naavi body isnt like your human one, you sit down on the recoms table, the only spot being between mansk and quaritch, so you had to take it

you brought your food and sat next to the big blue men,it was arpund 4 pm now and you wanted to finish your food to take a nap, you rarely get oppurtunities to take naps these days because of the missions you have

mansk finished his food, unintentionaly putting his hand on your thigh, he didnt notice his hand was on your thigh, or maybe he did?

he was talking to lyle while his hand was under the table rubbing your thigh, so he did notice, he did it on purpose

quaritch then saw what was happening under the table and he decided to put his hand on your other thighx it wasnt unusual that quaritch does these things but it was the first time mansk did something like this

i couldny help the heat between my legs, soon enough i could smell myself and im pretty sure the others smelt me too, it was embarassing being horny whike with your friend

you noticed their noses twitching which means they must have smelled you, you devided that it was enough and that you were going to leave before anything embarassing happened

youmoved your thighs from under their hands and turned your chwir around and stood up

you started walking away until you heard quaritch speak,"where ya goin'?" you let out a nervous chuckle "o-oh um i need to go do a few things" quaritch stood up " im coming with ya'" you were getting even more nervous when you were walking around bridgehead trying to find something to do because you didnt want to take quaritch to your room,

"you know i can smell you right?" quaritch spoke and laughed after, blush appearing on your face you let out a inaudible "oh" "if you want me to help you youve got to speak up sweetheart, just say you want me to help and ill help you" quaritvh said still following you around bridgehead, you started walking towards your room and as your hand hut the doorknob to open it you said " please help me " "sure thing sweetheart"

you locked the door, the moment it clicked you were lifted up and thrown onto your bed, quaritch hovered over you and kissed your cheek, but something had to ruin the moment

there was a knocking at the door, you got up and opened it while quaritch was laying on your bed, it was mansk "uhmm im looking for the colonel i saw him heading in here, lyle wants to speak to him" quaritch got off the bed and headed to the door "well it can wait, tell lyle to wait" "whyre you in y/ns room, anyway colonel" quaritch looked mad while he spoke to mansk "long story, its none of your buisness unless you want to join" wuaritch let a small smirk onto his face

"join what? oh i see" mansk walked inside with a devilish smirk slapped across his face, similar to quaritchs he walked inside quickly grabbing you and throwijg you onto your bed once again, quaritch walked over and started kissing your neck while mansk attached his lips to yours soon turning into a sloppy makeout session while quaritch was marking you all over, you felt a tug at your top, you pulled away from mansk and sat up to pull your top off your head, you werent wearing anything under lucky for them, mansk moved to your necj and started adding his own marks to your bruised neck

both the men quickly followed and took their tanktops off revealing their defined bodys, you would have never guessed these meb were in their 40s and 50s as humans if you were never told, they looked majestic and you couldnt deny it

mansk quickly took quaritch's place, running his hands all over you while having a heated makeout session, quaritch was busy unbuckling your belt, one he finally unbuckled it, he pulled your pants down, you were wearing a red pair of panties

quaritch kissed inbetween your legs while shuffling to get his own pants off, mansk pulled away and worked on getting your shirt over your head

finally your shirt was off, you wrrent wearing a bra so your tits were on full display, mansk took no time getting to work sucking and massaging your delicate nipples, quaritch on the other hand was spreading your legs open grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt

you finally had enough, you needed one of them inside you right now, you sat up slightly and pulled your red panties off, quaritch noticed your movements and pulled his boxers off, his hard on springing out of his pants

it was huge you didnt know if it would even fit, he was large even for a naavi man, mansk followed and noe you were all naked, mansk pulled away when he felt quaritch shuffling you onto your stomache pulling you into a doggy style position, mansk stood infront of you while wuaritch was behind you

mansk leaned down and kissed your lips "think you can take it?" he said in a worried tone, you nodded, quaritch was grinding his erection into your flaps, he finally held his cock inorder to position it with your tight cunt, he knew you could take it

mansk on the other hand had his tip on your lips, waiting patiently for you to take him, you opened your mouth and let mansk in, you slowly tried to take his entire cock, you ended up only being able to take half of it, he didnt mind

suddenly quaritch entered you, without a warning, once he was balls deep he stopped, mansk was fucking your face and quaritch was stroking your hair waiting for you to give him a sign that he could move

you pushed bacjk ahainst his dick and he took that as a sign to start moving, he started off slow, after a few seconds he couldnt take it anymore, he started fucking your throbbing stretched cunt has hard as he could

you were getting fucked from both sides and you wouldnt complain, you moaned against mansks dick, mansk let out whimpers while quaritch grunted

your legs were starting to shake and you were getting close, the other men clearly close to their orgasm too, their thrusts were getting sloppy and unirganised

"oh shit i-im gonna cum" quaritch said followed by a grunt, "m-me too" mansk said trying to not whimper as much because it wasnt very man like

you came first, you vame onto quaritchs cock, he was still going and it was over simulating you, quaritch finally came and manssk followed, you swallowed mansks cum, quaritch pulled out, a thin string of white liquud connecting his cock sith your hole

he saw his fluid dripping out of you and he stucj to fingers in your hole pushing the liquid back in

your hands gave away and you plotted onto the bed, quaritch layed to your right and mansk to your left, you could feel mansj looking for the blanket, once he finally found it he pulled it over the three of you kissing your forehead, quaritch did the same after him

you were sandwitchrd inbetween 2 huge blue men and you didnt mind, you quite liked it, you knew you were going to have a limp the next morning but you couldnt care less

[hxneyhxrts]

Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 6)

Part 5

note: sorry this is so late i’m in my morning sickness era lmao. thank you everyone for sticking with me and sorry this got a little horny

warning: brief mention of masturbation, explicit language, some less than innocent touching but not much of it

Sweater Weather

It was fucking hot. So much hotter than Gwyn ever remembered California being. No, this was the kind of heat to break a man, dismantle him from the inside out. This heat could kill her a thousand times over and continue to sting long after. The sun was a distant enemy so much worse than any she had seen or ever would see, she thought. Maybe it was the hours she had spent roasting in it, but Gwyn was nearing her breaking point.

Captain Jake Seresin in his infinite wisdom had ordered them outside for what he called “survival drills” where he was having them run through crash procedures. Knock on wood, he had said, but Gwyn remembered enough about their last mission to see the value in it, even if she felt like her skin was going to start peeling from her bones at any minute.

Reaching her breaking point, Gwyn tugged her shirt free from her waistband and yanked it over her head with a groan. It practically clung to her as the sweat soaked cotton stuck to her sticky skin. Her cargo pants and sports bra weren’t much of an upgrade, but at least she wasn’t soaking wet anymore.

The day was so scorching that Jake had ordered them all to bring sunscreen, meaning he knew just how excruciating the heat would be. Gwyn had already reapplied three or four times by now, but had quickly sweat through every new layer she rubbed on.

Alec had already shed his shirt, along with most of the others (including Jake she noted regretfully), and had been incredibly heavy on his SPF use. Much like a mother would, he had nagged her about applying more every time he noticed her cheeks flushing a bit more. And at the sight of her pulling off her shirt, he clicked his tongue and grabbed the sunscreen once more.

“Turn around,” he ordered quietly as Jake ran through the various ways to signal Search & Rescue. Gwyn would’ve snickered at his hovering if she didn’t already feel the bite of the sun at her shoulders.

Slumping her head forward and lifting her hair into a makeshift ponytail catastrophe, Gwyn allowed her friend to rub the now warm lotion into her skin. She sighed softly through her nose at the sensation, allowing her shoulders to relax ever so softly as Alec kneaded and massaged at her skin. His hands traveled down her spine with just enough pressure to make her want to moan. If his aviator gig ever failed, she supposed he could make a killing as a masseuse.

“Keep it in your pants,” he scoffed under his breath, earning him a soft jab to the ribs.

He finished with a pat to her hip, and Gwyn had started to turn her attention back to the blonde captain at the front of their group (a group she had dragged Alec to very back of, as far away from the other pilot as possible), when Alec uncapped the sunscreen again and dropped a dollop of it in her open palm. She shot him a curious look at which he scoffed.

“Do you not have skin on your front or something? Come here,” and then he was pulling her closer again by the arm and rubbing more SPF into the front of her shoulders. His hands drifted down her stomach and hips, but she stopped him with a swat to his hand when he began trailing his lotion covered fingers over her chest.

“I think I can take it from here,” she scoffed.

“You sure? Lots of ground to cover up here, maybe we should tag team it,” he quipped with a wink that she pretended to gag at.

She rolled her eyes but he clapped her on the cheek softly in a playful gesture as he ran some sunscreen over her face. Finishing it off with a soft tap to her nose, he gave her his cheekiest smile and turned back to the lesson at hand.

Gwyn followed his direction, only to find Jake’s eyes already on her, a small pinch in his brows.

“We’re going to work on ejections now. Go find your planes,” he ordered, still holding her gaze with unwavering hardness.

Alec’s hand slid around her elbow and pulled it until she was trailing behind him to the plane that they had effectively claimed as “theirs” in their weeks of training.

“Let’s pray you don’t get stuck this time.” He had said it as a joke, but Gwyn could still hear the note of uncertainty there. She slid her fingers around his and squeezed.

Arriving at their aircraft, Gwyn swept a hand out in a theatrical motion. “Ladies first.”

Alec bowed with a shit-eating grin, clambering on to the wing and pulling himself into the backseat with ease. Gwyn made to follow him, but stopped short when her sunscreen-slick hands slid across the metal of the wing. Again, she made to push her arms under her, but her hands found no traction and slipped from the surface before she could find her balance.

“Goddamit,” she muttered.

Alec was giggling from inside the plane, only stopping when she cast him a glare.

She gripped at the edge of the wing once again, attempting to pull herself up, but found herself slipping once she jumped. She would have probably fallen to, had hands not found her hips and guided her back and into a strong solid wall of muscled chest.

A familiar chest.

Her breath stilled in her lungs. Jake’s hands were clasped firm enough to almost hurt, a touch that she had become used to in their time together. The thought brought a shameful shade of crimson scattering across her already sun-flushed skin, and she was suddenly thankful to be nearly burning in the heat.

Her spine was completely flush against him, each vertebrae pushing against his bare skin. Many nights spent in this exact position flooded her brain, and Gwyn choked on her own sputtering breaths as they pushed out of her in tiny gasps.

She felt his digits flex gently into the bones at her hips, maybe out of habit, and she selfishly wanted to lean into the feeling. Gwyn could feel his breath panting at her the hollow of her ear and washing over the damp skin of her neck, caressing her intimately.

Maybe it was because it was Jake or maybe it was how badly she had missed the feeling, but she became alarmingly aware of how many professional boundaries they were toeing with.

Something seemed to shake Jake out of his trance, and he cleared his throat. “Need help?” he husked, a low growl lost in his voice somewhere. The same tone she had shamelessly thought about some nights when loneliness had been especially suffocating and the only relief she could find was her fingers dancing between her legs.

Words had left her, so she nodded instead. Jake’s hands held her tighter and then he was pushing her up by her hips until she could find some footing on the wing of her plane. She couldn’t even look at him as she threw a “thanks” over her shoulder.

Alec was still silently snickering when she buckled herself in.

—---------

Her almost something-more-than-a-casual-run-in with Jake had quickly been forgotten once training had picked back up. The temperature inside the cockpit was stifling enough that the air outside of it felt like welcomed relief. The higher ups were busting their asses, but Gwyn supposed it was better to be over-prepared than not at all.

Jake had wrapped up the rest of their instruction relatively quickly before dismissing everyone with a promise to meet up back in the hangar within the hour to discuss some mission specifics.

“Mission specifics” never meant anything good, so Gwyn took her time showering off the thin film of sweat and sunscreen and grime from her skin, scrubbing at herself until her flesh had turned a raw sort of pink. Her hair was still wet, curling around her ears wildly while she slipped into a shirt with the word “NAVY” stamped across the chest in massive letters. She had once stolen a shirt from Jake’s closet, identical to this one, loving the way it hung on her frame and how his eyes had always darkened when she wore it around his apartment. She had packed that shirt away in a box she had sent off to his address overseas once she received the text that ended her days in his clothes, and had secretly missed its warmth ever since. Now, she was stuck stealing clothes from Alec if she wanted even a crumb of that same comfort.

The older man in question was leaned against the wall opposite her locker room door when she pushed through the door after pulling on a pair of shorts. His hair was also damp, dripping a wet patch onto the shoulder of his shirt, and he offered her a weak smile once she planted herself directly in front of him. His hand reached up to tug at a small curl hanging over her forehead and dodging the angry swat she batted at him with.

“I’m fucking exhausted,” he breathed, closing his eyes against the hallway fluorescents. Gwyn studied the planes of his face and the way fatigue had tainted it before patting at his chest reassuringly.

“Days almost done. Let’s go.”

Alec allowed her to tug him by the hand back to the hangar where they found the rest of the group already gathered and waiting. Gwyn would’ve felt sheepish about being the last to arrive if it weren’t for the threat of collapsing pushing at her bones with every step she took.

She had just planted herself in a chair next to Alec when Jake began speaking.

“Alright. Let’s get to it then.” Admiral Holt was poised beside him, eyes firm and hard, but he said nothing and allowed the blonde captain to run the meeting. “We have decided on mission teams.”

Gwyn’s lungs squeezed in her chest. Alec laid a hand across the back of hers and dug his nails into crescent moons on her flesh. So this was it. Today was the day Jake would politely tell her she had done well, but they were going in a different direction and send her back home to the quiet life in California she was secretly coming to despise.

Because Holt would never put her in the air at this point. Not when he had already been so vocal in his doubts up to this point. No amount of dogfighting or ass kissing could change a fixed mind, and her fate was set in stone. No one to blame but herself, she supposed, but a bitter end to her work here.

Gwyn wondered if her disappointment had anything to do with the people she had missed so much and how disheartening it would be to leave them once again. She wouldn’t name who specifically, but her heart lurched in understanding.

“We’ve decided on two teams, comprised of two planes, and one alternate for each team. The first team will be Rooster and Vegas on his wing. I’ll be heading up the other team and acting as squadron leader for this hop.”

Of course he was. Gwyn hadn’t considered any other possibility in which Jake Seresin relinquished control to anyone else outside of his immediate influence.

She had just started to slump in her chair and run over her mental packing list when he continued.

“Cheek will be my wingman.”

White noise rushed her brain, static filling her ears and drowning her while her spine went ramrod straight. She registered Alec’s hand squeezing hers again, but it felt far away, like the touch wasn’t really hers to feel.

She was his wingman.

He had chosen her.

Jake ran through the rest of the details, covering the list of alternates and their oles, but she had completely tuned him out.

After several minutes of disgruntled comments from the remaining aviators and exasperated discussions about the finality of these decisions, the group was dismissed. Gwyn stayed rooted in her spot, firmly in her chair even as Alec poked at her gently.

“I’ll catch up with you,” she breathed, eyes focusing in on Jake across the room as his head bent towards Holt in what looked like a heated discussion.

Once the room had mostly cleared out save for some lingering pilots and techs from other divisions who gave them a wide berth, Gwyn wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs and approached the green-eyed menace.

Jake was waiting for her, an expectant look on his face as she stalked towards him. His eyes burned at the space above her breasts, as if he could see the bare skin beneath her shirt, and a valley formed in her brows before he was looking back up at her.

She didn’t even know what to say. Was there anything she could say to really express how she felt?

“Thank you,” she whispered, but it still felt insignificant on her tongue. She didn’t know what strings Jake had pulled to keep her on, or if it really had just come down to her flying (she doubted it), but she was grateful. Grateful for him.

A strange sensation after all this time.

Jake nodded, mouth pressed into a firm line and eyes once again studying her chest. She wanted to say more, be vulnerable enough to let him see her heart without worrying he’d dig too far and find the rest of it. He was someone she now had to keep at an arm’s length, whether it be for how insufferable he was or how he could flatten her with just a grin.

Gwyn needed to walk away now, while she still could. She dipped her chin in goodbye and spun on her heel, but Jake’s low whisper broke her stride.

“You’re not wearing your necklace.”

Fingers subconsciously raised to stroke against the empty space between her collar bones, and suddenly Gwyn felt almost guilty. Like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar or cheating on a test.

She swallowed. “I lost it.”

Because lying to him felt like a mercy compared to telling him it had sat in her jewelry box ever since that text had lit up her phone scream, calling at her like a siren song when she spent too long thinking about him. To preserve herself, she would lie to him.

Shallow breaths echoed behind her. She steeled herself for whatever Jake might say next, simultaneously dreading it and gnawing her lip in anticipation.

Finally, Jake sighed. “Gwyn, I-”

“Gwyn!”

She spun around to find Jake casting a look over his shoulder as James approached the two of them, blissfully unaware of the painful tension hanging between them.

She didn’t want to see him. Not now. Not today.

Instead, she smiled brightly and tried to sound cheery as she said, “James! Hey!”

Jake’s green eyes filled with what she recognized at annoyance, probably due to the interruption, but he stayed silent as the other pilot jogged over.

James was in uniform, much more formal than her borderline pajamas, and she suddenly felt very small in his presence. Weird, considering Jake was still in his digs as well, but James’ appearance made her shrink into herself as he neared.

“Hard to track you down these days,” he joked once he had slowed to a stop only a few feet away from her, firmly planted between her and the blonde captain staring daggers into the back of his head.

“Oh, yeah. I guess,” she shrugged non-committedly. “Busy doing pilot shit and all that.”

It sounded stupid even in her own ears, but James was laughing and she tried to relax at the sound of it.

“Well,” he started once his chuckles had subsided, “when you aren’t busy, I wanted to know if we could go grab a drink. Maybe tonight?”

Gwyn paused.

A date.

He was asking her on a date.

In front of Jake, whose eyes had narrowed as his glance slid between the two of them quickly.

And maybe it was because Jake was listening and she needed to prove a point that she wasn’t the groveling ex-girlfriend and that she really could be just his coworker. Or maybe it was because Jake wasn’t terrible even if he wasn’t Hangman.

But she said yes.

Jake’s face had gone stony at her acceptance, but she pointedly kept her eyes on James’ face as he lit up and proceeded to name the time and place for them to meet.

It was a date, then.

—----------

“Where is it?” Gwyn groaned as she tossed what felt like the thousandth article of clothing over her shoulder. She had spent the better half of an hour looking for some ridiculously frilly sundress that Alec called her “date dress”, but had come up short even as she ransacked her closet.

“Maybe you didn’t pack it when you shipped out here,” Alec drawled from his place on her (their) bed. He had been lounging in amusement while he watched her rifle helplessly through mounds of clothing. “Why don’t you just wear the black one?”

Gwyn puffed a sigh through her nose. “Black is too gloomy. It doesn’t really say ‘I’m glad to be on this date’, now does it?”

A cackle sounded behind her and she wanted to smack the sound right out of him. “G, it’s not that big of a deal. I didn’t think you even wanted a date with this guy.”

Tension seized at her posture, stiffening her joints and even the very marrow in her bones. It was the very thought she had been trying to avoid.

Did she want to go out tonight? Did she want to go out with James at all? He wasn’t unattractive by any means, but he wasn’t-

Gwyn swallowed. “It’s only fair that I give it a shot. An honest one.”

A scoff rang out through the still air hanging in her tiny bedroom. “Fair to who?” Alec pressed, almost sounding annoyed at her.

She was too drained to have this conversation. Between training all day in the sun and the mental gymnastics she was pushing herself through, she wanted nothing more than to curl in right next to Alec and sleep the weekend away.

But getting over Jake and committing herself as his strictly professional wingman meant giving the dating scene the ol’ college try, and trying meant actually dressing up. So she’d bust out the date dress, smile when he told jokes, thank him for dinner at the end of the night, and text him about how much fun she had in the morning. And if a second date rose from that, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

If she ever found this fucking dress.

“For Christ’s sake, just pick the fucking black one.”

She was going to snap if Alec opened his mouth one more time, so she snatched the crumpled pile of onyx fabric and yanked it over her barely brushed hair with a huff. She searched around until she found the only pair of sandals she owned that she hadn’t worn a hole into yet, and figured they were classy enough for a date she maybe didn’t want to go on.

She yanked the top to her jewelry box open in irritation, stopping short at the small gold chain and plane pendant sitting on top of her earring stash.

As if she wasn’t already thinking of Jake too much.

It would be stupid to wear a gift from her ex-boyfriend on a date with a new man. Downright foolish and weird, even. But her fingers itched to grab the small necklace.

She reasoned it would make up for her little white lie concerning the jewelry earlier in the day, her way of righting her own wrong in some weird poetic way. The logic couldn’t stand on its own if it had crutches, but she snatched up the necklace and clasped the chain around her throat.

If she was going to spend this whole night pushing herself out of her very inviting comfort zone, she could afford one little shortcoming.

—----------

The date was disastrous.

Not that James wasn’t the perfect picture of chivalrous, but Gwyn physically could not stop herself from comparing everything about him to her charming green-eyed former lover.

It started with the location. The same naval bar they had first run into each other (a detail she had forgotten considering most of that night was spent in Alec’s embrace) for dinner and drinks. That had set off her runaway train of traitorous thoughts.

Because Jake would never take her to a dive bar for one of their dates. “We go there all the time with friends, I’m not spending one of our nights there,” he would say. He also would know how much she hated bar food.

But it was okay, because this wasn’t Jake.

Then, it came time to order food. Gwyn had spent several minutes rehearsing in her head how she’d insist on just having fries or something simple that wouldn’t totally ruin her appetite, but when one of the waitresses swung by to grab their order, James had cut her off before she could speak. He had ordered them both an order of wings and onion rings, and Gwyn’s stomach had curled. After an entire day sweating her ass off in the baking sun, hot wings were not exactly what she would consider appetizing at the moment.

Because Jake would never order for her, always insisting he thought she was too smart to ever dare speak for her, instead choosing to smile along whenever she voiced her own opinions or ideas.

But it was okay, because this wasn’t Jake.

The final straw had come when he had smirked at the waitress as she dropped off their grease trap entrees, and even going as far as to wink as he thanked her. She wasn’t jealous, no not by a long shot. She’d have to care to be jealous, but it was the fact that he was so brazen about it when they were quite literally on a date. A date he had asked her on, and that she had agreed to despite her better judgment, and now he was sleazing over another woman right in front of her.

Because Jake would never even consider looking at another woman while she was around, always flat out ignoring anyone who hit on him in favor of her. “They don’t even begin to compare,” he would say, a line that always made her stomach flutter no matter how she rolled her eyes at him.

But it was okay, because GOD, this wasn’t Jake.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” she muttered, not even caring that she had interrupted some fantastic story he was in the middle of telling, and ignoring the nagging voice in her head that insisted ‘Jake would never let you grab your own drinks’.

The bar was almost completely surrounded all around its circumference, and Gwyn barely squeezed in to a space close enough to flag down a bartender.

“I don’t care what it is, just make it strong please,” she muttered over the bar chatter and despising the pity in the other woman’s eyes.

She didn’t need pity. She needed a drink.

“Put it on my tab.”

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

She could recognize that voice through layers of bar noise and then some, Recognize the woodsy scent mixed with sea salt and brass.

She didn’t want to look at him. Not here, knowing where she was and what she was in the middle of doing.

The bartender stalked off with a smile to make her drink, leaving her utterly alone with Jake Seresin as he towered behind her, an overwhelming presence without even looking at him.

Gwyn couldn’t even bring herself to say thank you, instead chewing on her lips anxiously and hoping her drink would slide across the counter soon.

“Not really your scene, Cheek,” Jake declared arrogantly, a smirk so wide she could feel it boring into the back of her skull.

Gritting her teeth, Gwyn bit out, “How would you know?”

She meant it to hurt him, maybe bruise his ego enough to force him to retreat. But Jake was laughing, a full and booming sound that rang through her ears even over the crowd.

“Because,” and then arms were caging her against the bar, strong columns of muscle trapping her between them as his hands planted themselves against the bar top. “I know you, baby.”

His breath was fanning across the back of her neck now, and she could feel the top of his chest pressing into her as he leaned forward. The nickname lit a fire low in her belly, and she chalked it up to the two drinks she had already downed in her misery.

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, wincing at how weak it sounded.

Jake was leaning down further now, head directly next to hers and peering down at her. “Why? Why are you so against me-”

His sentence stopped abruptly, and she peered up at him to find his eyes locked on her throat.

And on the small pendant laying against the hollow of her breasts.

His eyes darkened, a storm gathering in his gaze that seared against the column of her neck. “You lied.”

Guilt and heat licked at her in equal measures, her skin feeling so much warmer and tighter against her bones now that he had effectively trapped her against the bar.

The airplane charm was burning hot against her chest, heated further by the intensity of his gaze. Gwyn wanted to look away from the firm set of his jaw and the sternness in his eyes, but she couldn’t.

“So? What does it matter?”

Jake’s hands creeped closer to hers until he had laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands against the bar under his. Her stomach flipped, acutely aware of the brush of his hips against her backside and how it sent her mind reeling.

What was happening?

“Since when do you lie to me?” he breathed against the hollow of her ear, voice fanning over her flesh and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Gwyn stuttered. “Since when do you pin me against bars when I’m on a date with someone else?”

Jake’s hands flexed, squeezing her fingers in a vice grip that had her toes curling in her sandals. “You call this a date?”

She wanted to smack him. “Is this just a jealous show out of your macho-ness then? You don’t get enough attention at work, captain?”

The full length of his body pressed flush against hers, belt digging into the swell of her ass as he hissed in her ear. “Stop calling me that if you aren’t going to back it up, baby.”

“Stop calling me that when we aren’t together, Seresin,” she bit back with as much malice as she could muster. “What are you even doing here, anyway?”

It’s the question she should have led with, but had completely forgotten in her stupor.

Jake leaned further into her, pressing unbelievably close as if they didn’t have an audience. “Looking out for you. Just…” he trailed off, brow furrowing. “Just making sure you’re okay.”

“Well I’m fine,” Gwyn bit viciously. “So you can stop touching me like that and leave.”

“You don’t want me to stop,” Jake breathed.

Gwyn’s teeth grit. He saw right through her, despite the time, despite the distance.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” she asked, obviously avoiding the question, but hoping her defensiveness wasn’t tangible.

Jake didn’t answer for several moments, and she would’ve thought he had left if not for the firm grip wrapped around her hands.

Where the fuck was her drink?

“Just want to be close. You barely acknowledge me at work.”

She scoffed. “Again, are you that attention starved? Do you really not get enough praise from everyone around you?”

“Not the people that matter.”

Damn him. Damn him and his smooth tongue that always drew her in.

“I just,” he began again, sighing heavily and painfully. “I just want you to not hate me anymore. And maybe this is coming on a little strong, but-” he stopped. Gwyn found herself wanting to beg him to continue. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

She had opened her mouth to respond, maybe tell him off or kiss him, but the bartender slid her drink to her, a bright and colorful thing that smelled like pure liquor. Jake’s hands untangled from hers so that she could wrap her fingers around the glass, and when she had turned around to face him, he was already backing away.

“I’ll be around if you need a ride,” and with that, he dismissed himself back into the crowd.

Gwyn would be lying if she said she didn’t spend the rest of the evening searching for him from her table.

Part 7- Final

tags: @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @unknown1010000202 @alanadetigy @barbiewritesstuff @dempy @maggieromanov @jake-h-ngm-n-seresin @fangirlingoverfangirls @mavswife @the-winter-marvel33 @fuzzy-panda @fangirlofallthings22 @wildxwidow @winesex @blue-aconite @supernaturaldawning @turningtoclown @kkrenae

[sushi-rollss]

triple hall trouble

shinonome akito - project sekai

crack, fluff

desc; reader + rui + tsukasa causes hell to break loose in kamiyama, an in panic mode, a cringe capture scene + flustered akito :>

“Hey! Get out of the way!!” Shrill voice echoing as you sped through the busy students crowding the school halls.

“W-Woah! Watch where you’re going!”

You barely dodged the poor dude as the remote controlled cart you rode was able to react in time before an accident could happen. You curse the person behind the controls, should have foreseen this coming from miles away when the three of you collectively let Tsukasa handle the wheel.

“Dumbass Tsukasa! Don’t just ram straight into people! Learn to steer the wheel properly!”

“I’m trying, okay?!”

You shouted to your blonde friend who was fairly struggling to keep up with you, whilst managing the cart at the same time. Rui was running beside him, amused by how well his new creation is working. Of course, only the three of you would be smart enough to test this high speed cart of his in a cramped up school hall, instead of an empty field.

“Fufu, the engines are working splendidly, Tsukasa-kun. I think it’s time to amp up the boosters, don’tcha think?”

“W-W-What?! You want us to go faster?!”

“Rui! I don’t think my eyelashes can keep up with any more speed, they’re gonna fly off!”

That was certainly a concern, but that’s nothing compared to the speedy hall monitor rushing to catch up to the three of you. You peeked back to see a pissed off An, complete with a dark aura surrounding her, running your way.

“GUYS! CODE RED! AN’S HERE!”

“Abort missio—!”

You desperately warned but to no avail, she caught up to the boys before you knew it. Wait a second, since when was An this fast? Did she recently join the track team or something?!

“You three again! Couldn’t you have chosen a better time and place to commit your heinous activities?!”

“Ouch, that stings-!”

“Ah! Ah! Please spare us!”

You watched in horror as An smacked the two boys in the head. She was beyond stressed, you can almost see the wrinkles forming on her pretty face. It’s kinda funny to finally see them getting a piece of their own medicine but then you remembered you weren’t exactly innocent either. Now’s not the time to be watching them, you should find a way to escape too———wait, if Tsukasa is out of it, then why is the cart still speeding?

You whipped your head to the front in panic. Two oblivious students leaving their classes were directly in your field of movement; unbeknownst to them, a clash is bound to happen.

“Augh, can’t believe we still have three hours of lessons after recess.”

“You speak as if you’re new to school, Akito.”

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s still tiring, Toya.”

‘Oh heavenly sakes, why of all times!’ You grumbled mentally at how they failed to notice the loud screeching of the cart tires heading their way.

“Hey! Move away!!” Shouting as loud as you can to grab their attention, the colours drained from their faces when they realised the current situation. Alas, it was too late, you could barely catch a glimpse at their faces before you were almost at eye-to-eye distance of impact. It happened so fast, fear finally creeping up to you in the final moments.

‘Is it finally my time to leave for heaven? God, please forgive my sins for all the times I skipped my classes and homeworks,’ Inwardly praying and closing your eyes, you accepted your fate.

You felt a firm hit to the side of your cart and your body was forcefully lifted by strong arms grabbing you by your underarms, saving you from tumbling along with the cart that was kicked away. Realising you felt no pain, you opened your eyes, only to meet a pair of golden irises staring—no, glaring into your soul.

“Eh?” You squeaked, though he shut you up with a snarl.

“You only have 5 minutes to explain yourself.” He growled, eyebrows furrowed in anger. It was a big contradiction to how gently he was holding you, a hand under your arm stretching to hold you firmly by your backside and another in the curve of your waist, balancing you on your feet.

“U-Uh I actually-” Trying to think of any excuse, you looked past him to his dual-haired friend for any sort of help or bail.

“Um, Akito, maybe let her calm down first?”

“Like hell I’m letting her calm down when she almost wrecked into us!”

Well, that backfired, he seems even more furious now. Just when you were about to make up a reasonable excuse, you heard An screaming to Akito from across the halls. Bad luck at it’s finest, why must she arrive now?!

“Akito, hold onto her for me, don’t let her escape!

He immediately took action and squeezed his hand on your waist tighter, keeping you from slipping away. Your frightened face was met with an evil glare and a sneer, he knew exactly where this was going. You’re not going anywhere as a punishment for your crime.

Overwhelmed by panic, your brain almost short-circuited yet you did the only thing you could think of to catch him off guard. Besides, he had a cute face anyway, that’s killing two birds with one stone! Swiftly, you shut your eyes and pecked him on the lips, long enough to stun him and loosen his grip on you.

“M-Mmh?!” His muffled voice was in obvious shock, his eyes almost jumping out of their sockets.

Just as you expected, both of his hands fell to his sides in disbelief. Taking the chance, you zipped past him and ran as fast as you can. In those exact moments, you still managed to slip a flirty line from afar though,

“Next time, I’ll make you reciprocate the kiss!”

He was visibly flushed, a hand covering his lips where it happened as he stared at you, just in time to see you winking back at him before leaving him in the dust with Toya.

In the distance, An was hot on your trail while Akito still stood in utter silence from shock. Toya looked at him in concern, it’s not everyday you see the ginger get flustered to the point where he’s too stunned to speak.

“Akito, you okay there?”

“…” He was bright red to the tip of his ears, painting his pale skin in a burst of colour.

“Akito?” Toya placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder to snap him out of it.

“S-Shut up, I’m fine. Let’s go.” He grumbled, back to his strong guy act despite his demeanour giving it away. Plus, he almost tripped on his own feet on the way to the cafeteria.

That was definitely not how he expected his first kiss to be.

[leocancertaurus]

Welcome Home

wc: ~1.6k

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

a/n: love this family and all their drama tbh so i just wanted to revisit them w this side-shot. here’s natasha making everything better...

cw: a lil fluff, a lil angst, screaming children

Natasha had been away on a mission for the past month. The toll that that was taking on your daughters became more evident with each passing day. Kali started co-sleeping with you again. She had been uncharacteristically clingy as of late, occasionally finding comfort in being near and even that didn’t last too long. Zara was misdirecting her emotions into misbehaving and her temper had been nonexistent. You’ve been trying your best to avoid her wrath, to say the very least. A gremlin in a small child’s body was one thing you didn’t have in you to overcome at the moment. You were all very near your breaking points.

You couldn’t remember when the last time was that you got a full nights sleep or even eaten a substantial meal. Your top priority was soothing your girls. But, nothing was working and so you find yourself at a stand still.

It’s about midday. Kali had been crying for the last half hour and Zara was becoming more irritable by the minute at the sounds of her screams. You’d been rocking Kali in your arms in hopes of calming her down but, she just wouldn’t stop.  

“Kali, shut up!” Zara groans.

“Z…” You firmly speak with a warning glare.

“I mean, be quiet!” she corrects.

“Be nice to your sister.”

“But she’s yelling so loud Mommy!” your 5 year old whines.

“I know baby but she’s upset and this is the only way she knows how to express it right now. Okay? We just need to be patient with her.”

Zara groans and dramatically slides her body down the front of the couch. Dear God.

“I want Mama!” Zara huffs from the floor. 

“I think we all want your Mama, love,” you mumble as you take a seat on the couch near where Zara lies hoping to offer her some comfort as well.

“Is she ever coming back?” she groans even more dramatically before. Maybe we should put her in acting classes, you think.

“She always comes back. She always will. Again, patience.” Kali’s wails have finally subsided but, she’s still blubbering and trying to get catch her breath while having her face buried in your neck and a fistful of your shirt in her hand.

“I want her to hurry up. I don’t want you anymore!” She crosses her arms. She’d never said anything like this to you before. Naturally, you’re stunned. You stared back at her thinking of a response, failing to notice the click at the front door. You open your mouth to speak but, Zara wasn’t finished with you just yet, “You’re the worst! I hate you!”

“Zara Yelena Romanoff!” You hear your wife’s  voice cut through the chaos for the first time in weeks. Under any other circumstances, her voice would bring you indescribable comfort but, right now you just felt like crying. Kali turns her head to look at your wife but maintains her death grip on you. Zara gasps at being caught and sits up from her position on the floor. “Is that how we talk to Mommy?” Zara gazes down and shakes her had from side to side. “I want you to go to your room until you’ve calmed down and thought about what you’ve done. Do you understand?” Zara responds with a nod. 

“I need you to use your words.”

“Yes mama.” 

“Go.” Natasha stands firm as she watches Zara cross the living room to make her way up the stairs. Only when she’s out of sight does Natasha close the front door and turn her attention back to you and Kali. She approaches and kneels in front of you.

Natasha knew you like the back of her hand. It was almost instinctual for her to know what you needed. You couldn’t quite make eye contact with her yet, as you processed everything that just happened. She still assessed the bags under your eyes and the tears forming within them. She notices your tear soaked t-shirt and the toddler holding onto it for dear life. She couldn’t miss the fact that you were bouncing your leg trying to self-soothe. It was abundantly clear that she needed to intervene.

She places a gentle hand on Kali’s back, “Hey Bubs. What’s the matter?” She speaks in the cutest voice reserved just for the toddler. She gives the child a sympathetic pout as she puts her hands out allowing Kali to practically leap into her arms. “Oh my poor baby,” she stands up to wipe the tears from Kali’s cheeks with her hands and places a number of kisses on them, immediately calming the child down. How she did in minutes what you couldn’t manage to do in weeks, you’ll never understand. 

She then looks down at you. Your head drooped as you anxiously played with your fingers.

Of course, having your child say that they hated you would be hurtful to anyone but, Natasha saw how far past above and beyond you went for your children. You were patient, you were gentle, you did all of the little things to give them a childhood that she could only ever dream of. She knew that what Zara said hurt you to your core. She needed to fix it.

Natasha gently grasps your chin, lifting your head up in order to meet her gaze. She caresses your chin with her thumb. As she scans your face she realizes just how hard you’re trying to hold it together.

 “What did I just walk into?” She nearly whispers. You let out a wet, laugh at the question.

“Its been a very long month.” 

She sits next you on the couch, getting Kali comfortable and then pulling you into her side. She places a number of firm kisses to your crown. “I’m terrified to see what she’s like as a teenager.”

“Tell me about it”, you chuckle wiping your tears. The three of you rest in silence for a short while. Finally, you’re able to feel the tension begin to roll off of your body in waves. Natasha’s mere presence brought a level of comfort that you’d never find anywhere else. “But really, she’s just been having a hard time. She really missed you. We all did.” 

“I understand but, that’s not an excuse for her to speak to you that way.”

“No it’s not but-” You search for the words.

“But what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she has a point. I must be doing something wrong for her to feel that way. I couldn’t make any of this better when it’s my job to.” Tears spring into your eyes again as you play with Kali’s curls, observing her drift off to sleep, mellowed by the rise and fall of Natasha’s chest. 

“Y/n, no. Absolutely not.”

“What?” you ask unsure of where the sudden frustration is coming from. 

“You are the best mother. I refuse to listen to you doubt how good you are at this. I know for a fact that you did everything you know how, and flawlessly. She’s not always going to be happy with you, for one. For two, this is clearly on me and you shouldn’t be getting the backlash from my not being around.” 

“Can you take some time off please? I don’t think we can handle you leaving again any time soon?”

Natasha sighs. You know exactly what’s coming, “Y/n, I-”

You hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you heart breaks seeing the tears in Zara’s eyes. She approaches you all on the couch. 

“Mommy?” She speaks in the tiniest voice causing you to melt. 

“Yes baby?”

“I’m sorry I told you I hated you. And told Kali to shut up. And for pouring my milk on the floor,” she rushes out just wanting to make it all better. 

“She what?” Natasha breathed, only loud enough for you to hear making you gently swat her leg. 

You gesture for Zara to come join the rest of you on the couch. She wiggles in between you and Natasha. 

“Thank you for apologizing baby. But we need to remember what we talked about when you’re having big feeling, right?,” the child nods.

“And what’s that,” you encourage. 

“To take a deep breath first when I’m frustrated and tell you what I feel,” she gives you the biggest, brownest puppy dog eyes and wraps her arms around you to squeeze you tight. “I don’t hate you Mommy. I love you. You’re the best mommy ever.”

“Aw thank you. You’re the best baby ever.”

“I’m not a baby Mommy!

“But, you’re my baby!” She giggles as you pinch her cheeks and kiss her nose. She then looks up at Natasha with the same look. The exact look that could get her to do absolutely anything. 

“Hi.” Natasha smirks at the child.

“Are you mad at me?”

She shakes her head no. “I’m not but, I’m very disappointed. Because you know better than that right?” She quirks a brow and Zara responds with a nod. Natasha feigns an angry face but it slightly smiling when she says, “Don’t let it happen again. Or Mommy and I are gonna be very very sad.” 

“I don’t want you to be sad!”

“Then you’ll behave?”

“Yes Mama! I have to apologize to my sister too. I was mean to her and that’s not fair.”

“I’m proud of you for realizing what you could’ve done differently, Z.” You try to ease her anxiety a bit.

You and Natasha share a small smile at finally having some sense of normalcy again.

“Welcome home, my love.”

“Thanks for the warm welcome,” she chuckles pulling all of you just a little closer. “I missed you all so much.” Finally, some peace and quiet. 

[reginaaxxwrites]

You Annoy Me (Tom Marvolo Riddle)

So, in this one-shot, McGonagall went with Tom Riddle to Hogwarts but she's a year younger than him. But in canon, I searched and saw that Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts five years after McGonagall went to school. But since this is a fanfiction that means, in this one-shot, you are a year younger than him. I'm saying this because Minnie is your best friend in this one-shot.

You are in the fifth year while Tom is in the sixth year.

*****

Tom Marvolo Riddle x Fem!Reader

*****

I am not scared if I fail my exams. I don't plan to be an Auror or to be a Professor who teaches kids. Because I hate kids. They are cute, indeed. Until they start to throw tantrums. Merlin knows how I hate it.

I wanted to be a Professional Quidditch Player after I graduate. Join my favorite team--the Holyhead Harpies.

"Honestly, you need at least to pass your exams, Y/N!" Minerva scold me for dozing off again.

"Oh, please. These exams won't help me become a successful Quidditch player." I rolled my eyes and started to doodle around my parchment paper. Minerva snatched it away.

"Minnie!"

"Maybe it will not. But at least get an A grade in your Potions then I'll stop annoying you." She strictly said and placed the Potions book in front of me.

Acceptable? I could hardly get a P! I looked at my friend, who was being serious. I groaned and started to open the book. I stared at the same page for 5 minutes and still didn't get anything.

"Merlin, Y/N." Minerva sighed in frustration. She decided to tutor me for the rest of the remaining hours at the Great Hall.

After a couple of hours, we finally decided to get back to our Common Room. Being as clumsy as I am, I accidentally bumped into someone. Scattering all of my books and parchment papers.

"My apologies!" I quickly apologized. Without looking who it was, I started to pick up my things.

"Watch where you're going." There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. He started to walk away but I stood up and looked at his back.

"I did say sorry didn't I?" I argued. Minerva tried to stop me. The boy stopped walking and looked back at me. That's when I realized that I'm about to get myself into trouble.

"Y/N, let's go. Now." Minerva kept tugging me but I just stood there waiting for him to do something.

I honestly do not know why a lot of girls in every year fancy him. This guy is dull. Sure, he has a pretty face that I want to smack with my fist right now. His personality is horrible! He's a fraud! I always knew that. Because this guy, Tom Riddle, is my enemy.

"I believe you earned yourself a detention and... five points from Gryffindor."

"What for?!"

"In case, you don't know, L/N. I'm a prefect and a year older than you. Learn how to respect people who have more authority than you." He raised his eyebrow at me.

"First of all, you are only a year older than me. Only a year." I emphasized. I could feel Minerva groaning beside me. "Second, isn't it a little too dramatic to say that you have more authority than I do? This is a free country, Riddle." I glared daggers at him.

"You don't know when to stop, do you?" He took a step closer in my direction. I didn't even flinch at him. Who is he to intimidate me?

Before I could say another word, Minerva took a step between us.

"Please stop. I apologize for my friend's behavior, Riddle. I'll make sure she will get into detention." After apologizing to him on my behalf, she dragged me all the way to our Common Room.

"What in the name of Merlin, Minnie?!"

"You can't get into any trouble with Riddle. You know that." She rolled her eyes and turned her back on me. "And you will get into detention just like he said."

I groaned at her words and slack off at the chair close to the fireplace. I could've beaten him in this argument if she hadn't stopped me.

*****

A few days passed, and we just finished our class in Potions. And to my surprise, I got an A in my essay. Thanks to Minnie's assistance. But I knew it wasn't enough because there is an upcoming test where we need to brew Draught of Peace without looking into the instructions.

And since I am a slacker even Minnie can't bear to teach me as I dozed off in every word she says. She gave up on assisting me but gave me a couple of notes for me to study. Enough to understand the lesson, at least.

"I have accepted my fate to fail my O.W.Ls, Minnie. I'm hopeless." I closed my book. She gave me a look but was still determined to get me into studying.

"Well... It's either you get to study our lessons or get into detention." She tried to scare me off. I did try to talk to her to get me off detention yesterday since she was also a Prefect.

And as her best friend, she agreed.

"You can't get me into detention! I didn't do anything. You're becoming more alike with that stupid, arrogant Riddle." I complained. I continued to speak ill of the famous, foul Tom Riddle they loved so much.

Minerva didn't say a word but tried to make me stop talking. When I didn't, she grabbed a piece of treacle tart in front of her and shoved it into my mouth.

"Plooty hell, Mwinnie!"

"I see... Detention for you, L/N. Again." I turned around to see Riddle. His face was so close to me. My eyes widened because of it so I pulled away. I felt my cheeks flush. Not in embarrassment, but in hatred.

I swallowed the treacle tart and was ready to argue with him, once more.

"I won't go to detention!"

"You will and I will force you if you don't." He smirked at me, leaving me before I could say another word.

I looked at me, Minerva, who was giving me a look.

"Are you sure you're not speaking ill of Riddle on purpose?" She asked. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"What do you mean? Of course, I'm speaking ill of him. He's vicious, sneaky prat."

"That's not what I meant." She deeply sighed before she started to talk again. "I mean, he's handsome, Y/N. Surely, you're not doing this just to make him notice you, don't you?"

"Merlin knows how much I hated that guy. And why would I want him to notice me?" I'm starting to get annoyed.

"Because... I don't know. Maybe, you fancy him???" I choked at my pumpkin juice. Minerva panicked and helped me to calm myself.

"Are you mad?! I just told you that I hated him!"

She just shrugged her shoulders and reminded me that she won't be able to get me out of detention this time.

Getting up, I decided to go into the dungeons, as I know that I'll be cleaning Professor Slughorn's classroom as my punishment. Like I always do.

"Why would I want him to notice me?"

"Because... I don't know. Maybe, you fancy him???"

My conversation with Minerva repeated inside my head. Me? Fancy him? I must be mental if I ever fancy that guy.

Sure, the fact is given that he is handsome, intelligent, and special. The whole school knows how much the teachers favor him so much.

I went inside the class, leaving my things behind on a table close to me. I called Professor Slughorn.

"Professor, I'm here to serve detention...again," I said. I stopped in my tracks when I realized who it was.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing in here?" I raised my voice at him.

"You seem surprised as I was the one who put you in detention, Ms. L/N."

I rolled my eyes at him. I could argue with him but I felt it was pointless. He might give me another detention if I argued back. I still have Quidditch practice tomorrow and I can't afford to miss it or else Wood is going to kill me.

"Just... Just let me finish my detention, Riddle."

He was surprised to see me not starting an argument for the first time. But I know that look on his face. He was ready to annoy me. To find a way to argue with him. Our resentment has been going around since my third year whilst he's in his fourth year.

We would bicker around when we pass each other in the hallways. Minerva always being in between to stop us from hexing each other.

A lot of girls always glared daggers at me for always getting Riddle's attention. But it wasn't my purpose. He just makes my blood boil. And he always fancies annoying the bloody hell out of me.

Minerva would always say that he hasn't noticed other girls other than me. But I'm sure he just likes to annoy me because he was bored.

"What? You, now, have a chance to speak ill me in private. And I do like to hear it now." He grinned at me but ignored it. He was testing my patience.

"What's the point of hearing it now when you already heard it earlier? Wasn't that the reason why I'm here? It's because you gave me detention for speaking ill of you? Those were the truth anyways." I glared at him. But his face became unreadable.

I don't get him. One moment, he will piss the hell out of you. Then suddenly his face would change as if you don't know him at all.

I couldn't see any mischief in his eyes. It was expressionless. Just like before. I knew I have crossed the line so I didn't say anything. We stood there, staring intently at each other. Merlin knows how I pray that Professor Slughorn would enter the door behind us.

But he didn't.

Before our resentment started, during my first year. I barely notice him. And when I do, he would always prefer being alone. His nose is always stuck in a book. Going around asking teachers and anything else with his own business.

He was lonely. But he didn't mind it. It continued like that until I accidentally bumped into him at the Great Hall, spilling my pumpkin juice on his school robes.

"You filthy mudblood!" He shouted at me. I could hear the crowd gasping at his words at me.

"I said I was sorry!" I shouted back at him.

"Your sorry is meaningless to me! Look what you have done with my robes!" He took off his robes, handing them to me. I stared at him. It was my first time seeing him having emotions. So I was quite amused. Since he always looked so emotionless.

"Well? Do something!" He was really annoyed. He was a year above me. I'm sure he knows how to dry them.

"What? Can't you do it? And didn't you know a spell for it?" I argued. But of course, there was no surprise that he was vicious. After all, he's in Slytherin. And I have had heard rumors that he despises people.

I heard that some students were trying to stop their laughter and some couldn't believe that I am talking back to one of the students that intimidate them.

But he doesn't scare me. Calling me mudblood doesn't even affect me. His words aren't hurtful to me as most of the Slytherins always use that word to offend someone.

He glared at me so hard that he did cast a spell to dry his clothes to prove that he did know a spell.

"Let's hope that we will not cross paths again, L/N." He glared at me one last time before leaving at the Great Hall.

But of course, studying at the same school, we did cross paths again.

"You're driving me mad, L/N." His face was still the same. He didn't show any emotion. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not.

"Don't you have patrols today? Go. I'll just wait for Professor Slughorn." I changed the subject. But he didn't seem to listen to me.

"Do not order me around."

"I am not ordering you around. You have a duty you must attend to. Unless you'd rather get yourself in detention too?"

Shit. I told myself to not start an argument earlier. I should've kept my mouth close.

"Your mouth seems to never get tired of talking. You're full of words, L/N. It annoys me. You annoy me." He was slowly taking a step closer to me. I knew I wasn't myself when I started to take steps back.

"Why would I want him to notice me?"

"Because... I don't know. Maybe, you fancy him???"

Now, why would I think of that?!

I scold myself, mentally.

When I felt my back pressed on a cold stoned wall, I looked at him directly in his eyes. His left hand pressed on the wall beside my head.

"Don't worry, Riddle. The feeling is mutual. I bloody hate you and you annoy me in every way." I still tried to put on a brave face. But, I could feel my breathing was getting faster. My heart was rising.

I could see his eyes looking back and forth at my lips and eyes. And I hate to admit that I was also doing the same thing.

What is happening? We could be hexing each other right now? Walls, glasses, chairs, and tables would be broken right now. The room could've been a mess right now.

And yet... Here we are. Our faces are closed to each other. Him, pinning me to the wall. I could smell his breath. It smelt minty.

We were so close to each other. What is this tension?

"Say one more word and I'll make you shut up." He threatened. Looking into his eyes once more, there I saw him like he was waiting for me to say something.

"Try me." After saying those words, I felt his lips pressed against mine. He wasn't aggressive. He just pressed his soft lips into mine. He moved his lips, slowly.

I was surprised, but even more when I kissed back.

We were supposed to hate each other. We resent each other. So what are we doing? Why are we kissing as nothing happened to us for the last 3 years?

After a couple of minutes, he stopped kissing me and continued to look me in the eye. My hands gripping his robes on his chest whilst his hands held my waist tightly as we were both panting.

We were both surprised by our actions. He didn't say a thing nor did I. But looking at him, his face tells me that he wasn't sorry for kissing me.

But I asked myself... Do I regret kissing him back?

"You still annoy me, Y/N." I widened my eyes when he called me by my first name. I saw his lips curve into a grin.

"I'm glad we're feeling the same thing, Tom." And then I returned the grin he gave me.

*****

I just want to make it clear that I do not resent Slytherins as I am a proud Slytherin. So, please don't hate me. To be honest, I was having a hard time writing this one-shot. It took me days to finish it. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.

Also, I am not fluent in English so... Forgive me if there are errors.

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

Reference: https://youtube.com/shorts/YmOatKYVPvs?si=Id6m6gWpXB9wGjvI

Ship: Longan Dragon Cookie x Apple Cherry Cookie

Inside the dark thick forest of The Gleaming Peninsula there was a dragon who was being dragged by a very Enthusiastic Cookie pulling and pushing the Dragon to go where they need to go as if they we're in a hurry

Which they actually are

But the Dragon did not care

Apple Cherry Cookie: C'mon Longan! Your so slow!

She exclaimed pushing Longan from behind with all there strength and power which unfortunately failed because she barely even moved him

Longan Dragon Cookie: Why do we have to rush this when it's just a simple flower?

Apple Cherry Cookie: But this isn't just a simple flower!

It's a beautiful Sugar Crystal Flower!

And they only bloom once every 30 years and they'll close after 24 hours and I just want you to see it okay?

Longan sighed before answering...

Longan Dragon Cookie: Fine.

He then took her into his arms and carried her in a bridal style which caught Apple Cherry Cookie off guard and blushes at the sudden act

Which he thought was an adorable sight to see

Apple Cherry Cookie snapped out of her flustered faze and guided him to the cave

After 5 minutes they arrived and Longan put Apple Cherry Cookie down to the floor and ignore the warm sensation he is feeling within his cheeks

Soon enough the 2 Cookies went into the dark cave which Longan used one of his 4 orbs of eyes to light there way like a car's headlights

They then arrived at the place but the flowers we're closed

Apple Cherry Cookie: W-Wait what? N-no...we're late?

Oh Cookie crumbs...

She said devastated as she looked at her phone seeing it was 12:03am

Longan Dragon Cookie won't admit it but he felt a bit guilty for not listening to Apple Cherry Cookie when she said to "Hurry Up"

Apple Cherry Cookie: You would've loved it Longan...

The flowers are so beautiful...

Is she literally just making him feel even more horrible now for not hurrying up?

Apple Cherry Cookie: Well...there's no use being here..

Let's go back to the Palace...

She sighed and turned her back from the cave with the closed Sugar Crystal Flowers spread around it

Longan was about to to follow until he saw a glimpse of something glowing from the corner of his right eye...

A flower was glowing and slowly was blooming and glittering like a light going through a colorful glass pane...

Apple Cherry Cookie: Longan-?

She stopped at her tracks as she looked back at her companion and the sudden glow and bloom of a flower which then started to affect the other flowers to bloom also making the small waterfall in the cave glow also from the light the flowers gave out...

Apple Cherry Cookie: Wait but how-

She then pulled her phone out and checked the date

Apple Cherry Cookie: Oh my gosh Longan look!

We we're actually earlier than I thought!

She showed him her calendar from her phone

Apple Cherry Cookie: The flowers only bloom at the 5th of July not the 4th

Oh my gosh I'm so happy!

I've never seen them bloom before

Look at that one!

She then went over towards the Sugar Crystal Flowers that was blooming inside the cracks of the cave's wall with the other more Sugar Crystal Flowers with different sizes beside it which Longan followed her to see

She put her right hand on the flower's petal ever so gently and softly smiled as her eyes sparkle from the sight of the flower, Her gaze was soft making the Dragon beside her left side have a small hue of red blush spread across his cheek...

Longan Dragon Cookie: You look Pretty...

Apple Cherry Cookie: What did you say?

She asked caught off guard making her retract her hand away from the flower

Longan Dragon Cookie: I said you look shitty now c'mon are we done here?

He said denying what he just said out loud

Apple Cherry Cookie: Can we stay here just a bit more please?

Or atleast let me take some bit of pictures around the cave?

She asked pretending as if she didn't heard what he just said

Longan Dragon Cookie: Just...make it quick understand?

Apple Cherry Cookie: Thanks!

She said happily and hugged him which caught him off guard before she pulled back and got her camera from her bag and immediately started to take pictures around the place

Longan Dragon Cookie can't help but form a soft smile at the sight of her smile as she takes a lot of pictures of the cave, the flowers and the small waterfall