#I always tell them I think it’s really cool and ask where they got em if I can

[tgmsunmontue]

Wild fields of forget-me-nots - 14/15 WIP

During the training for the mission Jake has an accident which results in him losing 10 years of memories.

A lot has happened in ten years. Bradley broke up with him. DADT was repealed. He got an air-to-air kill and a new callsign.

And he doesn't remember any of it.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

PART FOURTEEN

                Javy knocks at the door, wonders if it’ll get to the point where he’s comfortable just waltzing on in. Not that he ever did before, not with DADT and feeling like he had to be careful for Jake’s sake, protecting him and Bradshaw both. Actually, thinking about how Jake and Bradshaw might be with each other, waltzing in might never be the best move, even if they are expecting him; he’s already seen more of them than he needs to.

                Right now he’s been asked to give them both a ride somewhere, considering neither of them are cleared to drive yet. He’s read the letters, some more than once. He wonders if Phoenix has any idea of just how low and dark Bradshaw got. Probably. It’s been a couple of days, and he knows she’s done a grocery run for them and he wonders if his own friendship with her will maybe return to what it was.

                He can hope.

                “Hey Javy, thanks…” Jake says, and he’s grinning, opening the door, waving him in and he looks fine. Good. Happy even with the memories still missing and he guesses he’s lucky their friendship predates even Bradshaw. “Come on in. We’re just making a list of things we need to get while we’re out.”

                “There’s a list?” Javy asks.

                “Yeah, a couple of stops. You did say you had no plans today…”

                “No. Yeah. It’s all good. Where are we going?”

                “Storage King, then the hardware store and then the grocery store…”

                “Hey Bradshaw,” Javy greets, giving him a friendly jerk of the chin. The other man’s bruises have come out in rainbow colors, scratches scabbed over. He’s got dark circles under his eyes, but he’s looking fairly well rested and not like he’s going to pass out like a couple of days ago. “How’s it going?”

                “Hey Coyote. I’m… I’m good. Thanks for doing this. Nat’s going to meet us at the hardware store. She’s been bullying me to get the painting finished, said she’ll even help…”

                “Could get everyone here. Play the sympathy card while you’ve got it…”

                “You reckon?”

                “Yeah, make ‘em work for it, but promise beer and pizza and you could get the whole place finished in a couple of days.”

                “I would really like to have a sofa to sit on…” Jake muses and the look Bradshaw gives him can’t be described as anything other than loving. Maybe lovesick. He figures they’ve talked things out, can’t imagine Jake letting things settle down to anything given the content of the letters he read, which he needs to give back.

                “Well, I’m ready when you guys are.”

…            …            …

                He trails after Bradshaw and Jake, definitely feeling like a third wheel and wondering if he really needs to be here. Maybe could have stayed in his rental. That said, he wouldn’t put it past either of them to try and lift something heavy and either knock their heads or bust stitches in the case of Bradshaw. Then again, Jake’s flitting around with the concerned mother-henning he does which he can tell Bradshaw is basking in. It makes him relax a little more, wonders whether Jake will ever remember the missing years, and if he does what difference it might make.

                It’s cool and dark inside the storage locker, but it’s tidy and organized in the way Javy recognizes most of them would sort things. Chronological but also some boxes with Jake’s name on them. He settles back in the doorway, let’s them have as much privacy as he can. Wonders if he should offer to leave, but he’s curious, and they can always ask him to take a walk. Bradshaw is reaching for a box and pulling it down and Javy notes the wince of pain but doesn’t say anything, because Jake is already there, taking the box from him and telling him off.

                “Nat says my love for you is obsessive, says you’re like a noose around my neck. But I’m okay with that. I’ll wear that noose until my dying day.”

                Even from a few yards away he can hear the quiet words, and he grimaces, because yeah, Trace had said the same thing to him, but obviously Bradshaw’s already said something similar to Jake; because all he’s doing is cupping Bradshaw’s face in his hands and looking at him seriously.

                “Would rather you wore a wedding ring… give a different meaning to death do us part…”

                “Well, I will get onto planning an elaborate and memorable engagement as soon as we’re allowed to drive ourselves. Deal?”

                “Deal.”

                They stare at each other then, going in for a kiss and he looks away, studies his shoes and gives it a count of twenty before looking up. They’ve moved apart, but still touching, and Bradshaw is saying something too quiet for Javy to catch.

                “You’re an idiot.”

                “I love you,” Bradshaw says, and Jake simply grins at him and Javy’s glad they’ve sorted their shit out. Wishes it hadn’t taken an accident to literally knock sense into them, but he guesses he needs to be glad for small mercies.

                “Keeping all my things…”

                “Jake… they were the only way I could have you in my life.”

                “Well. I’m here now…”

                “Yeah. So I’ve got some things for you. Several things actually.”

                “Yeah? What is it this time?”

                “Fuck… please don’t judge me too badly, but everything in here is for you… it’s… I’ve just realized it’s maybe kind of a little creepy.”

                “What is everything?”

                “Just… I bought you presents for your birthday. And Christmas.”

                “Oh… oh my god. You actually bought me presents and… then kept them?”

                “Yeah…”

                “Gimme!”

                Javy snorts, because Jake is nothing if not predictable. Man loves presents. Bradshaw catches his eye and gives him a sheepish smile. He guesses he should stop being surprised at the things Bradshaw has done in the past, given the man rocked up with fucking wedding rings. He’s actually worth his best friend after all. He’ll do anything to make Jake happy.

…            …            …

                Of course, the smell of the paint makes Bradshaw and Jake both nauseated, which they should have maybe thought about before everyone turned up and started painting. But Maverick comes in clutch with a trailer, driving off with Bradshaw’s Bronco to tow it and parking it out the front. It’s a happy enough compromise and he can tell the older man is happy to have a point of action that helps. The rest of the Dagger Squadron are in a celebratory mood, leave plans now solidifying with plans to see their own families.

                He watches as Jake and Maverick sit and talk, overhears Maverick telling Jake he threw him out of the Hard Deck; Jake looks to him for confirmation and Javy nods, because yeah, he respects Jake’s healthy dose of skepticism about trusting whatever Maverick says. Then Trace is slapping a paintbrush into his hand and telling him to stop slacking and he finds himself grinning at her, glad that they’re getting back to a similar level of friendly banter they had years ago. If Jake and Bradshaw get their second chance maybe he can have his too.

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

—

“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

[yuukirita]

Sight part 3 (final)

A few hours into the night, BabyBee was given a space in the barn. He made the hay into a sort of berth like shape… sure he usually just slept on Optimus’s shoulder, but he could sleep anywhere if he tried. 

He was kind of glad he was left on his own for a bit. Especially when his Optimus Called again.

The portal wasn’t ready yet, Bee wasn’t just on another Cybertron this time, he was on a whole other planet, a bit harder to pin down. He was just checking up on him, making sure he was fine, again. They told each other good night. 

“Tell Elita-One good night for me… and that I miss her.” 

Bee could hear the smirk from Optimus “She heard you.”

BabyBee smiled as the call ended.

“em…” 

He jumped and turned around to see Megatron awkwardly standing there. BabyBee relaxed “You’re pretty sneaky for a plane, Megsy.” He talked like he was a friend. Because it felt good to call *a* Megatron friend.

“Yes, I have been told that one before. May I?” He gestured to BabyBee’s little corner. Bee nodded, allowing him to sit down with him in the cramped space. “How are you doing, young one?” 

BabyBee casually started climbing Megsy, having seen his shoulder as free real estate. “I’m good. Everyone here is super nice! Fluffy-ears is very cute!” Megatron helps him hop up to his shoulder, BabyBee makes himself at home and just rolls up in the crook of his neck. “I just got a call from my Optimus, it’s going to take a little bit before I can leave.” 

“How long does it usually take?” Megs didn’t think it’d been that long since BabyBee arrived- but maybe that was because he wanted him to hang around for longer.

“Like… a few hours?” 

Oh that wasn’t long- wait. “And how many times have you… visited other realities, young one?” 

Bee counted on his fingers- it had been a few… but he didn’t keep count. He shrugged. 

Megsy apparently didn’t like that answer and frowned. Then he silently took something from his subspace and put it on Bee’s back. It felt cool in a good way, Bee felt himself relax. 

“What’s that?” 

“An energon patch… It’s just occurred to me that you might not have had time to recharge properly since your journey began.” He explained as he rubbed small gentle circles over the patch, giving BabyBee soothing rubs. 

“oooh…” He yawned. “Thanks. I always forget to do that…” he felt himself falling into stasis “Can you stay here?” He asked Megsy “I dun wanna be alone…” 

“Of course, young one. Rest well.” Megsy said with a smile. Feeling privileged to be able to be the sparklings resting space. Meaning that he felt safe with him enough to do so.

He took so many pictures- Dot’s phone blew up all night with messages of him freaking out about how cute and precious this sparkling was. Using enough emojis to put Optimus to shame. 

During the night- most of the Transformers had huddled up in the barn… totally not to just stare at the sparkling. 

Morning came and Mo opened the barn to get Twitch and Trash- seeing all the Transformers together “Did you guys have a slumber party without us??? Outrageous.” 

BabyBee was given another energon patch- He really needed it. They hung out a little bit more, the human kids giving BabyBee some stickers to put on himself. They played some more before the humans had to go to work or school- Leaving the Transformers to themselves. 

BabyBee received a call soon after, telling him a new portal was soon to appear. BabyBee said good bye to fluffy-ears and told everyone he hoped he’d see them again… maybe on purpose next time. Cuz these guys were really nice! And… And maybe he wanted to keep seeing a version of the world where Optimus and Megatron and Elita-One became friends again… to give hope that his own could do it as well. 

The portal appeared. Optimus wished him safe travels and a quick return home. Elita-One gave him a firm nod, he nodded back. He gave Megatron a hug and left with a smile on his face. 

Where will he land this time? 

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So... Multiverse adventures. Everyone enjoyed that? mhm? Just a tiny sweet fic to satiate y'all while I'm out of the country while I don't have access to the internet. Hope yall liked it. C:

[halfway-happyyy]

it's my bday soon so can i have some hcs about how frank would be spending his girl's bday? 😖

oooh, mine too! are we birthday buddies? mine's may 5th 🪇

- frank is not casual about your birthday at all.

- the man starts planning thinking about it about a week in advance. in the years that you guys had been together, he'd only managed to miss it once, and though you were absolutely fine - (the Nelson, Murdock, and Page trio had certainly seen to that) - he vowed to never let it happen again.

- sex. it's always incredible with frank, but birthday sex just hits different with him. his favourite part of the process is kissing you awake, and then settling between your legs, his hot, languid tongue lighting every nerve ending in your body ablaze. he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you before the golden sun's even risen for the day - "c'mon, sweetheart - I know you can give me one more. there we go, that's it." peppers ticklish kisses to your temple, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "plenty more where those came from, your birthdays' only just begun."

- gifts. the man's never been one for grand gestures, and you've never been one to want for them, so it all evens out. he pays close attention to you throughout the year; what interests you've harbored, which hobbies you've taken up. when he eventually gets around to asking you what you'd like, your answer is always the same - "you, frank. I just want you." you want him content - not even necessarily happy, because that's a complicated emotion for him - but healthy, and strong. "you've got me kid, for as long as you'll have me. now stop being so damn stubborn and tell me what you want."

- traditions. he's big on 'em, despite everything. they're a remnant of his past life, and something he really only feels comfortable exploring with you, but he looks forward to your birthday every year because of them.

one of his favourites? making you breakfast in bed. it's never anything fancy, but belgian waffles and an assortment of mixed fruits are usually his go-to. if you ever wanted to go out for dinner, he'd be more than happy to take you, but he knows how much you value his cooking, and home has never been so cozy as when its just the two of you.

another one of his favourite traditions is finding out what cake you're feeling that year and going all-out with it. black forest? no problem. victoria sponge? he's got no idea what the hell that is, but you're gettin' it. this year, when he finally finds out your wish is for a fresh tiramisu, sarah lieberman happily whips one up for you.

- you are his first introduction to taurus women. and like - he's been blessed to have had some pretty strong and amazing women in his life, but have any of them ever been as stubborn as you? have any of them ever driven him to the brink of insanity just to pull him back and make him sick with yearning all over again? the jury's still out on that one.

- your favourite part of the day is actually the evening. the only source of light in the room emanating from the candles that gutter in the cool evening breeze. you're nose-to-nose beneath the sheets, every beautiful fleck of gold in his eyes, suspended in a sea of burnt honey. "did ya have a good day, kid?" "the best day, frank." "did you make a wish at dinner?" "I did." he traces a tan, calloused fingertip down the side of your cheek, your lips, your neck."you should make another one now, just between us two." your eyelids are heavy with the weight of looming sleep, but you smile regardless. "okay, frank."

- he wants to make your birthday special not because he feels obligated to, but because he genuinely derives pleasure from treating you well. from seeing you happy. he works hard to make you feel loved each and every day throughout the year (some days are certainly better than others), but your birthday is an excuse to show you how much you mean to him, and he doesn't take it lightly in the slightest.

[jeansplaytoy]

jean x thick!reader headcannons

sexual themes, smut, comfort, fluff.

jean LOVESSS your thighs, hips, waist, stomach, everything. he’s just really that typa person.

and love is literally an understatement. he adores them, worships them, this man will get on his knees for you, just to grab them.

he hates it whenever you’re like “baby, you think they’re too thick? like be for real.” because he loves them so much.

“hell nah they not too thick.” he’d say before rubbing them. “look at em. like jello.”

everywhere you go, his hands would have to be on your thighs. in the car, chilling on the couch, eating, eating, at a party, or any fancy dinner where he has to chance to sit right beside you.

he can’t resist them, asking for pics of them every time he’s out with his group or just not around you.

he loved squeezing them, just to make you jump a little and get your reaction

kissing your lips, your right thigh, then your left thigh whenever he was about to leave the house for a couple hours or minutes.

and he loves your waist.

he loves the way his scratch marks are on there every week, or couple of days if he’s really feening for you. but when isn’t he?

and he loves rubbing your belly, if you’re cuddling or something, he’ll randomly put his hand there and just start rubbing and every time you tell him to stop he’ll refuse.

he loves laying on your thighs, stomach, everything. and as much as he thinks it annoys you sometimes, he can’t help himself.

and when you sit on his lap, he loses control, but always tries to keep his cool, especially in public.

‘damn.’ he’d think to himself sometimes, staring right at it.

normally, in the comfort of your own home, he’d just pull you back to where your back was against his chest with a blunt in his left hand, slipping his right hand under your shirt and into your bra.

but in public, it was a whole different thing. he tried his best not to get hard at the sensation of you sitting directly on his lap, not even on his thigh. and when you glanced back at him with that ‘innocent’ ass look on your face, he’d give you almost a death stare before a small smile would creep on his face.

or when you’d walk in front of him and your hips moved gracefully with every step you took.

he just couldn’t get enough the chubbiness of some parts of your body. your arms, thighs, ass, cheeks, waist, and even when he’d catch a glance of your hip dips.

it was like even when you weren’t teasing him, you were teasing him. wearing his boxers, or those lace panties which you’d eventually have to get a new pair of, around the house.

and when your spaghetti strap shirt hugged just perfectly, showing all your curves and special spots. he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

and what he liked best was when you tried to get all mad at him over anything he did, even if he knew he was the reason you got mad, promise he’d always handle that shit.

“ah..! fuckkk..!” your eyebrows furrowed as he rammed, just balls deep into you, as nothing but wet and rapid sounds of your skin clapping against his own filled both of your ears. he sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head. “nah, yo ass was getting all mad earlier, repeat what you was saying.” he mumbled, exhaling smoke from his nose while he stared down at the way your ass and thighs moved from the impact.

you drove him fucking crazy.

tears formed at the corners of your eyes, gripping the sheets, swearing you felt them tear from the force, or maybe that was you.

“baby… mhh.. i don’t think i can take it…” you whined and whimpered, trying to get him to at least slow down. you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your ass, making you jump and moan louder. “p..please..!” you bit your lip, as you felt him dig his nails into your hips, pulling you back with each thrust he pulled off. “you feel so good ma, damn.” he whispered, ignoring your cries and pleas.

besides, you knew what happened when you got an attitude with him.

and when you were both on cloud 10, higher than you’ve ever been, or that’s what you two always thought, he loved it.

laying his head in between your thighs while lightly pulling at the ankle bracelet you wore. his eyes fixed on the tv, watching whatever cartoon you always thought was funny as hell when you were stoned and done.

or when one of his hands rested underneath your thigh and your calf, raising your knee a little higher than the other one, which he just let you rest up by yourself, while he rubbed on it.

he kissed the inside of your thigh, giving you your daily/weekly hickeys before biting on some spots.

you rested yourself on your hands, wanting to have a better view of him as you panted a little, biting your lip and rolling your eyes to the back of your head as soon as he kissed your clit, licking and sucking while your juices filled his tongue, stringing when he pulled away a little before continuing his normal routine.

he treated your pussy like your lips, you knew that much. slipping his tongue inside and slowly moving it around before taking it out and kissing at it again.

“mm… faster.. please.” you mumbled softly while the wet sounds filled the room, like always. jean lazily looked up at you as you moved your hips softly against his mouth, sticking one of his fingers inside of you and curling it right before pulling, not all the way out, but just enough to make you twitch a little when he pushed it back in.

he continued to suck and lick, listening to the way your soft moans filled the room. you used one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to increase the pleasure. and each time, he’d let you.

removing his finger from your already swollen pussy, moving his arms underneath your thighs to massage your waist and hips while continuing to tongue fuck you.

and with his pink, sometimes red, low eyes, lashes looking prettier than usual, he loved the sight of you, whining to get through the pleasure.

“paint my face real pretty, mama.” he mumbled against you, as you pushed to do exactly what he said, nearly suffocating him as your thighs tightened around him.

he hummed a little, pulling your legs apart as you started to quiver and shake, the white, sticky substance all over his chin and mouth. and while he overstimulated you, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs up again.

but this time he let you.

he did love your thighs, after all.

[bruisedboys]

❛you got me flowers?❜ + ❛aw, did you miss me?❜ with tasm!peter maybe?

thank you for the request blair!!!!! xx

tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

Peter’s never really been very nimble. Even after becoming SpiderMan, he’s still a little bit of a clutz. He’s lanky and much taller than he thinks he is, so he’s always under-compensating for his size and walking into things.

He makes it through your bedroom window without incident, but then he trips over a book on the floor and can’t catch himself because his hands are full. He goes thudding into the carpet. There’s a pause, and then he hears the shower shut off.

“Hello?” Your voice echoes from the bathroom, much too frightened for Peter’s liking. Whoops.

“It’s me!” He calls out, scrambling to his feet and ditching his effort to surprise you. “It’s Peter, honey, I’m sorry.”

Another pause. Then, “Oh, okay. Just give me a minute!”

Peter’s happy to wait, though he’d go barging into the bathroom if it was up to him. He sits on the end of your bed and brings the bouquet of flowers he’s holding to his lap. It’s a little wilted from his fall, a few petals on the outermost layer crushed. He doesn’t have time to fix them before he hears the bathroom door open and your footsteps down the hall.

“Are you trying to rob me?” You’re saying, amusement clear in your soft voice. “You aren’t very stealthy, Peter.”

You appear in the doorway with a huge smile, a towel wrapped around your otherwise bare body and your skin all dewy and fresh. Peter feels instantly like you’ve put him under a spell.

“I wasn’t trying to rob you,” he argues. His head is swimming. Worse when you cross the room to stand in front of his knees with a sugar sweet smile. He looks up at you, starstruck. “I was trying to surprise you. There’s a difference.”

You raise your eyebrows. Peter’s eyes catch on your bare collarbones. They skip over the dip of your throat, your sternum, the sparkling diamonds of water that cling to your skin.

“Is there?” You ask, amused.

“Uh. Yeah,” Peter says dizzily. He’s completely forgotten what he was just talking about two seconds ago. You smell exquisite. Your skin is smooth and shiny with moisturiser. He might die and you’ll be the culprit. He blinks once, twice, thrice, but his head doesn’t show any signs of clearing.

You giggle at his inadequacy, a sweet, airy sound that has Peter’s heart doing somersaults.

“Aw, Pete,” you say, faking sympathy. You take his face in a soft hand, fingers pushing to the space beneath his ear. “Did you miss me?”

Peter blinks hard. Your fingers set his skin on fire. “What makes you think that?” He asks, aiming for accusatory but landing on clumsy and starstruck.

You burst into laughter. Peter knows very well that you’re laughing at him. He finds he doesn’t care, not when you lean over him and press a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re cute,” you tell him fondly.

Peter blushes all the way up to his ears. Thankfully, you’ve become distracted by the bouquet of flowers in his hands and you don’t notice his very intense blush. He wouldn’t mind if you did, actually. You might call him cute again.

“Oh!” You gasp softly, and lift your eyes to Peter’s. “You got me flowers?”

Peter nods. “Yeah,” he says. Finally, he’s managed to say something without embarrassing himself. “Do you like ‘em?”

You nod vehemently. “They’re lovely, Peter. Let me get dressed, okay? And then we can put them in some water together.”

You touch his cheek and then move away, leaving him in a dizzying cloud of sweetness. He can still smell your moisturiser, still feel the heat of your hand where you’d touched his face.

“Cool,” Peter says, his voice two notches too high. Not his smoothest moment.

[legendofmorons]

Yooooo happy 2 year anniversary!!! As for the fic bingo,

SOULMATE AU WITH LEGEND I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I'm so normal about him I promise

Thank you!!!

I'm al SO normal about Legend ;)

(Soul) Marked hearts

Pairing: Legend x reader

Rating: T

Summary: In a world where you have the most important thing your soulmate says to you, printed somewhere on your body... you realize the man you love (and have loved for years) is your soulmate.

Warnings: cursing

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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You sit by the fire, side by side with your long time friend Legend. Cool summer night breezes lazily pass by as the star shin above you.

The others sleep peacefully as your shift of watch drags on.

"You didn't have to take watch with me." You say to him.

Legend shrugs half heartedly. "You get bored."

"I do." You smile.

He snorts, elbowing you gently.

You just roll tour eyes, leaning against him. It's one of the many privileges you are afforded as someone close to him.

Legend wraps one arm around you, staring out at the stars as everyone else sleeps. He rests his hand on your arm, the metal of his rings cooler than his flesh.

It's easy, being here with him. The way your mind wanders to what a life with him might entail is... nothing new.

You soak up the warmth and ease that radiates off him. This is something reserved for you.

Legend is a sweetheart. Under the jaded attitude, he's still kind. He's earned the right to be jaded. But here? When it's just the two of you?

He is always more open with you like this. He's comfortable enough with you to be softer. Comfort enough to be affectionate.

"Did you ever find your soulmate?" He asks you. "I know you wanted to."

You laugh. "Not yet. I... don't know that I care, either. You know?"

"I do."

"Oh?" You prompt, "Is there someone you want to pursue, bunny boy?"

"That's not my name." Legend huffs. He gives you a playful glare, too.

You smile. "Answer the question."

"Maybe. It's... not important. I don't think I have a chance." Legend pulls you closer.

You lean with it, humming. "Why not?"

"I doubt I'm their soulmate. You know the world we live in." He gives a half shrug.

His tone is bitter, and he sounds genuinely resigned to a fate without whoever it is he is talking about.

You fall silent, searching the fire for answers as if it can reassure you. What are you supposed to say?

You can't let yourself hope he's talking about you.

The urge to reassure him is stringer than any jealousy you have over a man that isn't yours. You love him, you don't want him upset.

"Well... Fuck em." You offer and smile at him, "If they don't feel the same their a total fool."

"Really? That's all you got?" He huffs, raising one brow.

"Yep." You say, poping the 'p'.

Legend stares at you with unreadable eyes. He looks at you, searching for something but you can't say what.

He looks back to the stars.

You settle back down against him.

Legend rubs your arm with his hand where it rests, arm still around you like a promise.

You don't know what it's a promise of, just that it is.

Minutes pass, silent companionship a steady beat in your heart.

Legend finally asks, "If... I tell you something, you can't laugh at me. Okay?"

"I make no promises." You say immediately. "When people say that they tell me things that make me laugh."

"It's not a joke." Legend says.

His voice is firm, but his frame shakes slightly against you.

You frown, pulling out of his hold and sitting up on your own. You watch his face for any hint of what he wants to say.

"I'm listening." You tell him. "I won't laugh."

"Did you mean what you said, that I should tell them?" Legend asks, voice quiet and shaking.

You offer a nod.

He looks at you with a vulnerability you rarely see on him. He looks sea sick.

"Okay." He says, letting out a breath.

"Take your time." You soothe. "It's okay."

Legend nods weakly. He is looking directly into your eyes.

He takes a deep breath, setting his shoulders before he speaks.

"I don't care if you're my soulmate, I chose you. You're who I want at my side, as my partner, as my spouse if you want to get married." He says, voice firm even as he looks ready to run.

You let out a gasp.

He watches you, hands shaking as he fists them in his lap.

You know those words.

Those are the words that's are printed on one of your shoulder blades.

Legend said-

Oh.

"Fuck, man." You breathe out.

You want to laugh a little. You don't, but the surprise is there.

Legend flinches.

"It's really you, Link." You say in awe, "You're the one."

He blinks, confusion flitting across his face. "What?"

"It's your words on me. It's you!" You smile.

His breath catches. He knows those words. Those are the words printed on his sternum.

You're hugging him quickly, heart beating too fast as you knock your knee against his in the movement.

Legend hugs you back on reflex, sucking in a breath. "We're so stupid."

You laugh softly, setting your forehead on his shoulder. "We're soulmates."

"I'm glad it's you." Legend decides.

You grin, pulling away to look at him again. "How long can we go before the others realize we're together?"

"We're together now?" Legend asks with a smirk.

"Yes." You say, taking his hand in your own. "You're mine forever, bunny boy."

"Only if you're mine too."

"Good." You say, pulling his hand to up and pressing a kiss to it.

"Sap." He acusses. Then he gives you a smirk. "We could probably go for a week or two before they put it together."

You laugh, "Yeah?"

"Absolutely."

You lean against him again, setting your joined hands on your thigh. "This is nice."

He hums, "It is."

"For what it's worth... I chose you too, Link."

He smiles, face red. "Yeah?"

"Forever."

Legend hums once. "Forever sounds... great."

You smile up at him.

He means it, too. He knows he's prickly and he has bad days, but if you'll have him he'll stay with you. Forever.

[iadoreneteyam]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a miles 42 x reader where’s she has really bad eyesight and she misplaced her glasses after staying over at his place so she bumps absolutely every surface in the house so he’s just dying laughing and then helps her up and hands her the glasses, which were always in his possession.

Muy agradecida y gracias 💝

title: so not cool dude

character: earth 42 miles morales

type: pure fluff

request or not: request

status: unedited

a/n: I really hope you don’t mind that these aren’t in my usual writing form. If you do let me know so I can condense it down to that. Hope you enjoy!

“Wake up, mami” Miles kissed your cheek as you were released from your slumber. You smiled at him and he grabbed your face to guide you to his lips before you reach over him to the bed side table. Your smiled dropped as you felt around the general vicinity of where your glasses were meant to be. They were gone.

“Miles, I lost my glasses.” You told your boyfriend and looked at him seriously. Miles knew about your eyesight, of course he did he’s your boyfriend, but he didn’t always take it as serious as you did. “We’ll find ‘em in the minute, ight mami” Miles brushed off your concern and continued to attack your neck with kisses.

“This is serious. I legit can’t see without them.” You explained to Miles before pinching his sides with your nails to get him off of you. Miles sucked in his breath quickly and grabbed your hand. “Ow! Didn’t think you were into all that, mami, but I’m into whatever.” Miles stuck your hand in his mouth and bit your finger.

“Shut the fuck up and find my glasses!” You pushed Miles out of the bed and then shooed him off as a sign to hurry. “Uh-uh, mami. You want me to find your glasses alone?” Miles gave you a questioning look before getting down on his knees to search under the bed.

“Well, that’s not gonna cut it!” What you could make out of Miles grin is contagious but your smile quickly dropped when you felt Miles pull you out of the bed. “How am I gonna find my glasses and I can’t see? Please, baby just find them for me.” You were glad Miles started it off and held your hand so you could run your hands up his arm to eventually grab his face and place a kiss of his lips.

Once the kiss was done Miles pressed his forehead against yours and whispered to you “how ‘bout you help your sweet, caring and handsome boyfriend and stop being so dramatic.” Miles laugh boomed as you pushed him away and told him “I fucking hate you!”

Miles put his hand over his heart a pouted. “You wound me, hot stuff.” Miles abruptly sat on the floor which pulled you down with him. “Help me look under the bed, mami.” Miles’s entire body was practically under the bed, and to be honest, it was a funny sight from what you could make out of your blurred vision.

Your poorly stifled laughs is what caused him to pull his body out and ask “You laughing at me?” Miles narrowed his eyes at you but you could tell his tone was playful. A full smile broke out on your face before Miles stood up and looked down at you while you were still on the ground.

“I guess you can see pretty well then, huh?” Miles dramatically stomped over you and left the room. You tried your best to follow him out but the door frame got in your way. The minute Miles heard your head hit the wall he was back on the ground with you, not because he was trying to help you back up but because he was laughing at you.

Miles had his right arm holding his stomach and his left arm trying it’s best to make it’s way to your shoulder. Everything happened so fast Miles was absolutely wheezing claiming that he “gots to see you do that dumb shit again”

Miles quickly ran out the room into the living area with you trying your best to follow after him where it was evident that his mom made breakfast for you both before she left for work by the smell. Miles made his way to the kitchen where he jumped over some water his mother must have unknowingly wasted. He had seen the water but you hadn’t. As expected you were swiftly taken to ground by the water and Miles watched you go down.

“You okay, mami?” Miles tone was clearly genuine but his laughter made you second guess. You missed his hand when he reached it out to you which made him laugh more. “Shut up.” Miles quickly shut up and helped you off the floor. “Yes, ma’am” You decided to hold on to Miles extra tight so he couldn’t run away again. (which he wasn’t exactly complaining about)

Your faces were close and your tone was soft “Can you help me find my glasses, Miles? pretty please.” Miles placed a kiss on your lips once you finished. “Yeah” You were so focused on his eyes that you failed to notice him reaching in the back pocket of his shorts and pulling out your glasses. You let out a soft gasp when he waved them in front of your face.

Miles put them on for you and leaned in for another kiss. “No. You don’t deserve it.” You pushed Miles off of you before running back to his room and closing the door behind you. Miles rattled his door handle and spoke “C’mon you gotta admit it was funny.”

“These are way to expensive for you to be playing around like that.” Though he couldn’t see you he could practically feel you rolling your eyes at him. “I didn’t realize I was dating Velma, okay.” You heard Miles laugh from before the door.

“You are so not helping your case!”

[qwanderer]

closet argument from The Case of the Very Long Stairway as a gift for @shaylogic for the dgd anniversary exchange!

I wrote a little dialog-only ficlet to go with it, which you can read under the cut!

"Fuck, I can't get this door open. Charles. Do you wanna, you know, do the ghost thing and then let me out?"

"Right. Bad news."

"Oh my God, we're stuck? Is that what you're telling me? Are we stuck in this stupid little closet in the Cat King's tacky little boudoir?"

"Might be."

"Ugh, I can't believe you got us both stuck in here."

"Oi, you weren't much help, Crystal!"

"Well you said you had a plan and then didn't tell me about it! How was I supposed to know how to help you make it work?"

"I didn't know we could get trapped like this!"

"How are we even trapped? I mean I get it, I'm a regular person, I can't walk through walls, but you're a ghost. …It's not iron, is it?"

"Nah, it doesn't burn, it's just… I can't seem to do the whole ghost thing right now."

"What does that even mean? You are a ghost."

"I guess ghosts are solid here?"

"Yeah, real helpful arcane knowledge."

"Dunno what to tell you, it's the best I've got!"

"God, is arguing in closets gonna be, like, a whole thing with us?"

"I hope not."

"How long do you think it's gonna be?"

"If it's longer than a couple of hours, Edwin will find us."

"I dunno, he seemed pretty far down the research hole when we left. Not sure he even knows we're gone."

"I'm pretty sure Edwin will find us. Eventually."

"Right. So, tell me about this plan you had."

"It's stupid."

"I think we can all agree on that at this point."

"I wanna make, like, a present for Edwin, and I want it to be a surprise, so I can't ask him for help making it, can I?"

"Okay, but why the Cat King? And why the catnip? And why am I here?"

"Well, if I go off somewhere with you, Edwin's not gonna think it's weird, will he?"

"Which is great, by the way, if we're relying on him to rescue us and meanwhile he doesn't wanna interrupt our date."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't think it through. Thought the Cat King was a friendly now, or at least close enough. And he got annoyed at us in the first place 'cause Edwin was mean to his cats, so I thought, well, I'll do something nice for 'em instead, won't I?"

"I mean, they did seem to be enjoying it, I'll give you that."

"I hoped it would maybe distract his cats a little, stop 'em from listening in, but I had no idea it would distract him!"

"Yeah, he is fully baked right now."

"Definitely not the plan."

"Where did you even get potted catnip?"

"Grew it."

"You grew that?"

"Yeah, we have kind of a little garden up on the roof of the Agency. Herbs for spells and stuff. Some things we use enough that it's easier to grow our own than trade for it."

"That's really cool, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I always kill plants. Anyone who can keep them alive is pretty impressive to me."

"So, uh…"

"What. What is that look."

"Have you ever played seven minutes in heaven?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Oh, is it a favorite pastime?"

"I wouldn't say that. I regret most of what I've done while playing that game."

"Tell me."

"You didn't bring it up because you wanted to hear about shitty things that happened to me before."

"Maybe not, but if you wanna talk about it…"

"All you really need to know is despite everything that kinda sucks about tonight, I'm enjoying it a lot more than any of those nights."

"Yeah?"

"And despite everything you did to help get us into this mess, I still like you a hell of a lot better than anyone I shared a closet with back then."

"That so?"

"Sweetie. Stop fishing for compliments and kiss me."

[estxkios]

hii !! 😊😊

i js wanted to say rlly quick that i love you and your writings oh em gee. keep up the good work you're doing amazing !!

i've been too scared to ask idk why i got so shy for weeks but for the request, i was wondering if you could do bill ( or tom ) w fem reader w poliosis? and if you do bill, could it maybe include like how he reacted at first or what he first thought when he saw readers hair? maybe he didn't know it was natural or something im not sure, its rlly up to you of course 😭 it can be headcanons or rlly anything, but still, thank you so much !! i hope you have a super good day mwuah 🎀🎀

DYED ੈ✩‧₊˚

2008 bill kaulitz x fem!reder

summary: headcannons about reader with poliosis

warnings: none, just fluff!

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(first of all, for people who dont know, poliosis is a condition where there is a lack of melanin in head hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, or any other hirsute area.)

when you and bill first met he had no clue that your beautiful white and black hair was a condition

he thought it was some extremely goodhairdye considering how pigmented the white sections in your hair were.

and as we all know bill likes to have white streaks in his hair so he asked you one random day while you were in a hotel room together,

"what dye do you use on your hair?"

you kinda just deadpanned at first.😭

"what?" he would say

"bill, this isnt hair dye."

now he was the one deadpanning at you.

"i have poliosis." you would say gently

"polio- what." he thought you were joking "is that like a special hair dye brand?"

you obviously bursted out laughing at this and then explained to him what it really was

honestly, he would think its so cool that you could acheive the hair that he wanted without even doing anything.

he would say things like:

"so its not dyed, right?"

"das ist so geil." (that is so cool)

in the morning when you and the band had breakfast together he would tell everyone.

he would say to their staff, "did you know she doesn't use hair dye?!"

and when he told the band they were like. "oh, wow. thats cool." and carry on with their lives.

but bill on the other hand thought it was amazing😭.

when he would dye pieces of his hair blonde he would always say things to you like:

"honestly, its not fair that i have to do this and you don't."

and when the 2000's white and black hair trend died down, people would start to ask you about your hair.

you would usually explain your condition to them calmly and move on.

but bill would answer for you, hyping it up and talking about how cool it is while explaining it.

and if you met new people bill would immediately be like "did you know her hair isnt died?" "her hair is so pretty, right?" "did you know this is her natural hair?"

but honestly, after he knew you, and about your condition for a while he would eventually calm down about it, once in a while telling you how beautiful natural your hair is, and how jealous he is of it. 😭

long story short, he would love it!!

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tysm for the request i hope i did it justice 🤍

[butterscotchpiesandguys]

Dealing

(Short story for @swappingbryn, check them out they're p cool!)

I was never really one for police, always thinking they're some abusive force. Really just never liked them. But one of my old friends got arrested last night and wanted me to talk to him. Or at least try... I wasn't too keen on that either but he said he would pay me back. So you know what? I did.

I went to the station and saw him, he looked... different from when I saw him last. Buffer, had a beard going for him, short hair... really seemed tougher. And so I asked him the question that got on my mind "And... what did you get put in jail for?" It was a simple question.

"Do I really have to say?" He grumbled.

"Kinser, just tell me already."

He sighed and started to recollect. "Okay but first? I need you to take one of these." He smiled as he pushed a pill through the small slot in the booth. It was labeled KR-0034.

I looked at him nervously before sighing and putting it in my mouth... god... tasted like ass... like sweat or something. I felt somewhat sick and looked at him, he was happy. "Okay, dude. Good. You're gonna be a big help out there."

"What do you -Urgh!" I felt my chest tingle before feeling like I got shot... my muscles were tightening, expanding, growing! My arms went from scrawny to giant! Just like... his? My face... my jaw started to get sore, some drool going down before my stubble grew as my chin grew some definition.

My hair shrunk to a buzz kind of style. I was a giant... but in the reflection of the glass I saw Kinser's face. "What did you..."

"Aight, so I'm gonna need to tell you this quick so the guards don't hear." He snapped drawing my attention. "Yeah I just gave you a cloner tablet. Made with my spit. You now look just like me. You know that job I got? The construction yard? Well I got promoted. I was given enhancements by my boss. That's how I'm as perfect as ya see me." What the fuck was he talking about? "And now... I'm recruitin you for the time being. You are gonna deal in my place until I get out."

Deal? As in... "Like what I was sellin. I snuck my phone in here... so I'll text the boss that you'll be comin later... Kaleb. We're gonna be cool about this right?" He waited. "Right, Kaleb?" I nodded... I felt a buzz... it was a location. "Blue maple is where they're meetin tonight. Don't be late for your first day."

4 MONTHS LATER

By now I was intertwined with the gang that I was forced into joining. They know me as Kaleb Pennimen. Another dumb dealer for them. The bosses like me, and Kinser? Well he's still in jail but we talk more than I ever had before. He's acting dumb now too... says it's part of the pill or whatever. I used to try and understand these things but now? I just sell em. Way easier that way. Thinkin isn't really for us now... So what are ya gonna do? You buyin or what? I don't have all night.

[demigod-shenanigans]

Have not posted about mine and @queenjunothegreat’s next gen kids in way too long so: Pipeyna kiddie

-Her name is Emilia McLean. Her go-to nickname is Em. When she’s in trouble, Piper calls her Lea. Yes, she‘s named after Leo. He would not stop wailing when he was told about this.

-Em is Sofía’s best friend. She’s three years older than Sofía and they grow up considering each other sisters. (Good luck trying to tell Sofía they’re not sisters because they’re not related, she’s not related to her dads either and they’re still her dads, so checkmate)

-When they were small, Sofía followed Em around like a little duckling, insisting to play whatever Em was playing and do whatever Em was doing. There’s nothing these two wouldn’t do for each other. (Also yes I gave them matching earrings in different colors because they’re dorks and they would.)

-Em loves skirts and dresses and putting her hair up in fancy braids. Reyna’s got the braiding covered due to her time on Circe’s island, but when Em asked her moms to show her how to do her makeup, they were both sweating profusely because Piper hasn’t let anyone put makeup on her since she was twelve and Reyna’s just never really bothered with it? They spent like an hour trying to watch a makeup tutorial before giving up and admitting they need help. Hylla never lets Reyna live it down, but Emilia is thrilled because “the queen of the Amazons taught me how to do my makeup” is a pretty cool thing to brag about. (There was a discussion on whether or not to call Drew instead but in the end they settled on Hylla because they knew Hylla would be annoying but not as overly smug about it.)

-Drew absolutely takes Em clothes shopping sometimes because she’s decided Reyna and Piper are both useless. Piper lets it happen because it makes Em happy but is also fuming about it. Reyna is honestly just grateful to be getting out of clothes shopping lmao her closet is almost entirely made up of work outfits.

-Piper and Reyna have a rescue dog named Kitty (Em named her when she was three, in honor of that the name is spelled in all caps in all official documents) and Em loves that dog so much. It’s entirely mutual. Kitty is wildly protective of Em and will bite people if they so much as look at her weird.

-Leo is Em’s chaotic fun uncle and they get into so many shenanigans together. Jason is a significantly less chaotic uncle than his husband but somehow always ends up caught in the crossfire of their uncle-niece shenanigans.

-Leo being the chaotic fun uncle inevitably comes back to bite him when Em takes a page out of his book and starts getting into shenanigans with Sofía. Piper is absolutely cackling in the background.

Some more lore stuff under the cut since this is getting kind of long

-Em is actually the only next gen child named specifically after another demigod. This is both because Leo is close friends with her moms and because in a universe where names have power, choosing the name of the guy who beat the odds and quite literally rewrote fate—who defied death not once but twice so he could have his happy ending—is the greatest blessing Piper can think to give her daughter.

-Leo has thought of himself as a curse for a large chunk of his life. The concept of having his name used as a blessing is something he never fully recovers from.

-Speaking of names: Reyna’s bloodline and family legacy was meant to be intricately tied to New Rome’s survival. It ruined her life and took away almost her entire childhood. She happily laid her family name to rest and took Piper’s when they married. They mostly live in the mortal world and her ties with New Rome aren’t nearly as strong as they used to be when she was growing up, but there’s a part of her is terrified that this will come back to haunt her daughter one day. She never tells her daughter about Bellona’s prophecy. She won’t allow for her to grow up with the future of New Rome on her shoulders.

-Emilia is a natural leader. Aside from her general proficiency with various weapons, her main power is a sort of motivational charmspeak—not quite Piper’s ability to control others, and not quite Reyna’s ability to project her own emotions outward, but a milder combination of both that allows her to demand the attention of other demigods, instill confidence in those listening to her and rally her troops. Everyone knows she’d be a praetor at Camp Jupiter in no time, and it terrifies Reyna.

-But Em is a legacy of Aphrodite and Bellona both. She has a place at Camp Half-Blood as well as Camp Jupiter. And when the time comes for her to choose, she chooses Camp Half-Blood and goes back to live with her moms once the summer is over. Reyna nearly cries with relief.

-Maybe Leo’s name worked. Maybe the prophecy won’t be of any relevance until they’ve all long passed, many generations down the line. But Em strays from the path that seemed so set for her. She’s free, in a way Reyna never was.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

hi! can i request a beth harmon x fem reader please? just this sort of sweet moment between them where all the stress from the tournaments and everything that’s been happening melts away and everything is okay because they’re together.

i can never find any good fics of her and i love all the stuff you’ve written so i got really excited when i saw her on your list!

thank you so much!! ❤️

Thank you for requesting beth ❤🥺

My girl

Beth Harmon x fem!reader, reader is an author

Set before Russia, just a slice of life type fic

Warnings: some swearing

You drop your keys on the counter, taking your time to slowly toe your shoes off, watching Beth walk into the living room and settle in an armchair.

She'd been a little... distant at dinner, not fully tuned in, in a way you know she'd never be on purpose. The tournament stress is clearly sinking into her.

You turn on the Christmas lights you'd kept up, for months after the holiday season, opting to turn off the ceiling lights and let the fairy light glow filter through the room.

"Beth?"

She turns her head to you as you bend down beside the couch, perching your chin on the sofa arm to look up at her.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly.

Beth lets out a breath, shifting and stretching her legs out behind her. "Paris, Borgov, ...losing, and losing like that." She plays idly with your hands as she speaks. "Jolene's money, your money. Benny hating me."

She shakes her head. "I should've just said yes to those Christian funders."

You squeeze her hands. "Beth, it's okay. First of all, Jolene gave you that money out of her own free will. She wants you to go to Russia. And me? I just sold two stories to that publishing agency, remember? The money will come back. And... true friends always come back. So Benny'll be back, just give him time to cool off."

You move up to the armchair, Beth's soft giggle ringing as you huff and squish yourself into the clearly-meant-for-one-person armchair beside her.

"We're going to Russia," you tell her. "And," you drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're gonna rip the board right out from under Borgov's sad little king."

Beth laughs, shaking her head. "I've gotta get through all the other Russians first."

"Fuck 'em. You're gonna take home the whole damn tournament."

She cups your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up to press a kiss to your lips. "Yeah, fuck 'em."

You slide out of her arms, grinning at the pout she gives as you stand up from the armchair. It's your favourite thing, being able to see all the cute little expressions and actions she doesn't show outside.

"I'm coming back," you promise. "I'm making tea."

"You're amazing," she says, smiling at you over the top of the chair.

You smirk. "I know. Music?" The radio crackles to life as you turn it on, recognising an song you know Beth loves, and you grin to yourself as she slowly rises from the armchair.

You sway slightly along with the song beat as you fill the kettle and search for your teabags, watching Beth dance her way towards you, holding up her closed fist as a microphone.

"What- can- make- me- feel this way," she punctuates each word with a dramatic movement.

You grin, knowing what's next.

"My girl..." Beth points her arm straight out at you, singing each harmony. She makes her way into the kitchen, looping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Talkin' 'bout my girl."

"Oh my god, this is boiling water, Beth."

"My girl!"

You shake your head, grinning. She's undeterred. You pour milk in with the tea, and toss in a little spoon of sugar.

Beth reaches out as you pass the cup to her. "Thank you," she says softly, smile crinkling her eyes.

You take a sip from your cup. "Anything for my girl."

You move back into the living room, Beth disappearing off somewhere.

"Y/n!"

You turn and see her holding up your book, which you'd just gotten properly printed.

"Can you read it to me?"

You take the book from her. "Haven't you already read most of it?"

Every chapter you'd write, she'd read. Beth was the first person to see the plot unfolding in your head, storylines stretching out and forming together. You'd sit there, clicking sounds ringing as you typed, and Beth would play chess games against herself as she waited for you to finish the next page.

You pull the paper out of the typewriter, the fresh ink allowed to rest on the table for just a second, before it's snatched up by Beth, eager to read after a new revelation on the previous page.

"Holy shit, Y/n."

"What?"

"That's genius."

You smile. "You think?"

"Yeah..." she trails off, eyes flicking across and down the page as she reads.

"Wait... fuck." She blinks up at you, evidently having finished the page. "What happens after?"

"You know it's gonna take like at least an hour for the next page right?"

Beth huffs. "Can't you just tell me? I know you already planned it out."

"Nope," you say, snorting as she groans into the couch.

Beth flops into the sofa beside you. "I mean, I know the story but I haven't read it all together and finished. Please, Y/n?"

She turns her sweetest expression on you, and you fold immediately.

"Fine, fine, sure," you say, setting down your tea. You settle into the couch, pulling your legs up beside you, then you open the book.

Beth nudges your foot, and you look up. "Thank you," she says. "I love you."

You smile. "Love you too."

I'm writing the requests a little out of order just getting any of the older ones out first. Short fic today but loved writing the fluff :))))

[stoic--rose]

final fantasy 1 progress update #4

finished the game this morning, as promised! im glad i finally played this game. i was totally expecting it to be the rpg equivalent of doing my taxes, but in the end i actually had a ton of fun with it! it's so cool seeing the origin of all of these classic rpg tropes, and the game itself was actually pretty fun! (at least, the psp version was...)

i stated in my first progress update all my thoughts on the party members and their use cases, and as i played i realized that those definitely morph and change over the course of the game. some party members become better, some get worse, etc etc.

if you're confused, here's a GRAPH i made because im the world's biggest fuckin nerd. Raz was useful the whole time, her big damage is always really good. i did find it kind of weird how you can teach the warrior certain spells once you upgrade to the knight, and even though i gave raz all the spells i could, i pretty much never used em until the final boss, where i used nullshock and nullblaze. Lars, as previously stated, absolutely wrecked house in the second half, but he REALLY sucked at first. i didn't get that his gimmick is that you dont give him armor, and he just felt like a worse warrior. however, at some point during the game, he just started dishing out insane amounts of damage, and combining that with both Haste and Temper made him even better. Mia served her role as healer pretty well, though starting out her healing spells were kind of whatever. they got better over time, but by the time she got her better healing spells i was already rolling in an insane amount of gil, and just bought items instead. Protecta and Invis were still really useful for bosses though! i think Jojo was the weirdest of the four in terms of growth, they start out kind of whatever, just casting the basic elemental spells, but once you get those multi target spells, they were my main damage dealer in the midgame. Raz and Lars definitely overtook them in damage at a point though, and while Jojo was still useful for crowd control, i didnt find myself using them for focus fire as much. Temper is always good, at least!

OK so now that i'm done talking about that, let's talk final boss. spoilers ahead in case you ever plan to play ff1, but if you ask me, the story in this game is suuuper light, and doesn't really matter that much. basically, once you reach the final floor of the temple of chaos, you find Garland, the guy you fought at the very beginning of the game. he tells you about a time loop he's been stuck in... i think. i didn't really understand this part, but i did really like that the first guy you fight ends up becoming the final boss, that being Chaos. i think Chaos was the only fight to give me any sort of REAL trouble in the whole game, aside from Warmech, which i didn't even beat. this fight made me realize a couple things, one, reviving party members doesn't even really feel like an option. any revival options (phoenix downs and Mia's Life spell) always revive someone with just one hp, so you have to hope that the enemy doesnt kill them again before you can heal them up. you might think, why not have one party member revive them, then have another heal them in the same turn? i thought of that too, but im pretty sure turn order in this game is randomized. which is. stupid. second realization, the Haste spell is TOTALLY busted. i didn't put it on Mia since i thought it was just a speed boost, but in reality it makes whoever it's cast upon hit more times per attack. this essentially makes it an attack buff, which i didn't realize. i was struggling with the Chaos fight, and on a whim i tried to use the Hermes Boots item on someone, which casts Haste. (yeah, certain equipment when used as an item in battle cast free spells.... this game's weird) moments later, Raz and Lars are dealing thousands of damage, and Chaos goes down in seconds.

one final thing i wanna touch on before wrapping this up: the music! i was not expecting it to be this good!!!! i know im listening to the psp soundtrack, but even then, i love a lot of these songs! the airship theme is pretty bangin, the Sunken Shrine music is super cool, and MAN, the Flying Fortress music struck such a chord with me. that's a keeper for sure.

oh, one more thing i forgot to mention in the last update... im kinda miffed that, in the psp version, they changed the flying fortress from a sort of techno, metallic space station to more of a basic fantasy castle lookin thing. man, the nes look just feels so much more mysterious and adds so much intrigue! like, why is this futuristic space station thing in this old timey fantasy land? who built it, and what happened to them? it also makes warmech feel more inline with the area, and i like warmech a lot!

OK NOW I PLAY FF2 THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLINGS

[silly-minnow]

The Potters House (ch2) (3976 words) by silliest_minnow

JAMES POV

It was becoming late. Sirius and I sat on the floor next to the couch, watching Regulus, waiting for something to happen. We stared at his body moving up and down with each breath. His eyelids rested softly. Although I had seen him sleeping a few times before when we hung out, but it was always impressive how much calmer he looked while sleeping.

As if reading my mind, Sirius spoke. "He looks so calm." I nodded. "I wish he looked like this more, or at least less upset."

"That might be nice," I said. I didn't mean it, though. Even when he was mean he was pretty.

We sat in silence a bit longer. It wasn't really awkward, just quiet. It was quiet enough to hear Moms soft steps coming up to us. I turned my head around.

"You boys should go to bed," Mom said. "I don't think he'll be waking up for a few hours. The sleeping spell is meant to last a little while, and he needs rest, just like you two."

"But what if he wakes up soon?" Sirius asked.

"Then he'll probably go looking around for an explanation of where he is. Either he'll figure it out on his own or he'll find someone to explain it. Don't worry."

Sirius and I looked at each other. "Okay, we'll sleep," I said.

"Great!" Mom said. She gave us each a pat on the head before leaving.

Sirius glared daggers at me. "Why'd you volunteer us to sleep? At least I have to look out for Reggie!"

"And if you fall asleep here, then what?" I retorted.

"Well I won't fall asleep."

"How do you expect to avoid sleeping if all you'll do is just sit there and stare?"

"I won't let myself fall asleep!"

"And if he wakes up in the morning? By then surely you'll need to sleep. We don't know when he's waking up, so you should just rest for a bit. If he wakes up, you'll know. In fact, you'd be, like, the first person anyone would tell."

"Fine."

"Here," I said, helping Sirius up.

We walked up the stairs, the silence starting to feel like a weight to be carried. We seperated into our own rooms, and I shut the door behind me.

I didn't really know why, but my room felt so empty. There was no talking or music or movements. I knew I could change that, though. Once nice thing about being back home was that I could use all sorts of cool inventions. My favourite was the radio. I flicked it on and was greeted by my favorite band.

You're a teaser you turn them on, the radio sung.

Leave 'em burning and then you're gone.

I started to grab clothes to change into.

Looking out for another,

Anyone will do.

I started changing.

You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get that chance…

"Doo-doo, doo-doo," I sung.

You are the dancing queen,

young and sweet, only seventeen.

At the end of the song, I flicked off the radio and lights. I went up to my bed, took off my glasses, and tried to sleep.

★ ★ ★

1:32 AM, the clock read. I had wanted to fall asleep by now, I really did, but I just couldn't. Earlier, I had spent a while trying to sleep. Then, I couldn't. To not be bored, I had turned on the radio real low and started setting my desk straight. When I started getting tired, I came back to bed. It didn't matter much though because I still was awake thirty minutes later.

I was getting hungry and thirsty. The idea of having something sounded desirable. It was that feeling which pulled me out of my bed, through the door, down the stairs, and eventually into the kitchen.

I opened the glassware cabinet and took down a glass. I turned to the fridge and got ice for my water before going to the sink.

I flipped the sink onto its coldest setting and listened to the steady noise of water. The noise it made was kind of nice. It sounded like a miniature waterfall.

Once the water was full enough, I switched off the sink and began walking back to my room. However, as my foot lay on the first step, I had realized I didn't know how Reg was doing right now.

I hastily lifted my foot and turned back to where Regulus was. I made my way to the couch he had been on, and there he was.

I looked at him. I stared, willing his body to come alive. I was desperate for a fairy tale story where his eyes would shoot open. He was asleep. I knew he would be asleep for a couple hours more. I knew he needed that rest. I still hated it, though. I must have stood there like an idiot for minutes before I downed my water, placed it in the sink, and went to my room.

I shut my door behind me and made my way to bed. I fell asleep quickly.

★ ★ ★

Someone shook me awake. I tried opening my eyes but it was too bright. I rolled over and faced my wall.

"Prongs! Wake up mate!"

I groaned, trying to reopen my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Morning."

"But the time?"

"Something-o-clock."

"Why are you waking me up at something-o-clock? A bit early, isn't it?"

"Well Effie made breakfast, so…" Sirius trailed off.

"You could've led with that!" I said. I drew my covers off and placed my glasses on my nose.

Sirius and I went down the stairs and greeted my family. Mom had made pancakes (I think it was to lift the mood.) We took a seat at the table and began eating.

Mom came over and sat down next to us. "Sirius, I just checked on Regulus for you. He's still alseep you can guess, but I'm sure he'll wake up soon."

Sirius was silent for a second. "Do you think it's bad that he's not awake yet?"

I took a sip of my water as I watched Mom put a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I don't think so. His body is probably used to being awake at night so even if he were meant to wake up, he probably just slept through the nights."

That's a bit of an odd reason, I thought, it being night doesn't change much. I mean, we can all wake up at night.

Still, I knew anything that had even a shred of reason was good enough for Sirius right now.

"Okay," Sirius said. "What will we do when he does wake up though?"

"Well, I suppose we'd need to get him settled and his arrangements in order," Mom said.

"Like what?" I joined in.

"He'd need items such as clothes that are his. He can borrow stuff from you two, but I'm sure he'd feel more comfortable in his own clothing. We also would need to get him a place to sleep. I had been thinking we could use the guest room after a few days."

"'After a few days'? Why would we wait a couple days?" Sirius inquired.

"Okay, well I wasn't too sure about this as I think his opinion might be good, but I figured since he's injured, not used to being here, a bit shocked, and the guest room probably wouldn't be decorated to his liking, it might be best if he stayed in a room with one of you two. If you're okay with that, of course."

"Oh, I remember you mentioning that yesterday," I said.

"You spoke to him about sharing a room?" Sirius said. I guess Mom hadn't asked him.

"Had I forgotten to ask you that?" Mom asked, faking surprise. I knew her well enough. And she had said why she hadn't asked Sirius to me yesterday. "I meant to ask you, but I guess it slipped my mind. I also wasn't quite sure how Regulus would feel about that, given your… relationship."

"Okay."

We sat in silence for a bit and ate our food.

Once Mom had stood up to go do something, me and Sirius began conversation. We talked about school and summer. Things we looked forward to, things we remembered from last year, and also plans we could do this summer.

Eventually, I thought I heard someone coming down. "Hey Dad," I said, turning my head. But when I looked in the direction of the stairs, I didn't see him.

"Your dads not there, Prongs. You hallucinating?"

"No, I just thought I heard someone and I thought it might've been him, but I guess not…"

I looked behind my again only to see the same picture.

But then, I heard a grunt.

I whipped my head around. Still the same. "You heard that, right?" I asked Sirius.

"The noise? Yeah."

I stood up and beckoned him to follow. in a second, we reached the intersection between the kitchen/dining area and the family area and the stairs.

No one was on the stairs, but then I saw a head raise.

Then I saw him.

Regulus had woken up.

[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🩵🩵🩵

~

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 from 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 you 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, your 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 felt 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 footsteps 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, he thought.

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 head 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.