and your locks were perfection this day

Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.


I miss you.

You received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.

Well, not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.

You took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response for the text message.

A wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly, bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh indentions against your palm.

The moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of trying to forget all about him.


Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.

Reggie was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.

You and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.

He was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.

You never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.


“Are you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch table.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after your life post-Reggie Man—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation with Chuck Clayton.

You couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.


“I thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs, and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.

It was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.

“I couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.

“Watch it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”

“A young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”

“—yeah,” the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”

“If my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’ back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.

However, the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.

It was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.

“[y/n]?” Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”  

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible, though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.

The other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”

And it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.

Reggie showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.

“What the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything in horror.


“—fighting on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.

“This is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him to board—“

“It was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’ tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“

“No, I fought him, she had nothing to do with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his father—and you had realized that this could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you knew that it was your call to turn things around.

“No,” you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.

That led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s not here, of course.


“Sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion, as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person who’d heard of what happened.

The memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even be caring for anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say. The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“ The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget about you.”

His silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the boy you really, just really, really loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag, that serpent, just to forget about you. So, fuck you.”

The response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you from the start if it was going to lead this way.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! I’ve always been protecting you. I love you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“You stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”

Reggie stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”

You could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.


It was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.

He loved you more than he loved himself.


omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :) 

Rotten Judgement - part 5

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,941 

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Thank you all for your comments and replies, it made my week :) This is the beginning of the end, hope you’ll like it!

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

Sitting on the edge of the basin that surrounded the Bethesda fountain, you looked up at the statue and tilted your head to one side, analysing it. The winged angel carried lilies in one hand as she pointed in your direction.

You walked past it almost every day, but you never took the time to look at it. Now that you knew angels were real, you wondered she had ever existed. You stared at it, your eyes intense, feeling like the statue was taunting you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you told the statue, “not everyone can be an angel.”

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Arising Arousal

Just a lil Newt smut for you guys since you seem to love it ;)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT!

It’s hard to explain the kind of bliss you receive from being able to wake up next to the person you love. For Newt, it was as if every morning he was reborn, in love and in light, and any evil, any bad in the world, was incomprehensible. When it was just your sleeping face, resting with your mouth slightly agape and a soft snore escaping you, it was impossible to think that anything apart from utter peace existed. When he looked at you, he always became aware of his heartbeat. It no longer sped upon sight of you, but rather he realized it had relaxed, as if knowing that it didn’t have to squeeze in more beats, knowing it now belonged to you and didn’t have to try. And his cheeks no longer turned ruby red, instead settling for a healthy pink glow that ran along the tip of his nose as well.

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Marry Me || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by toughchim

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff


You could feel his leg shaking next to you and you couldn’t help it as your hand reached out and you gripped his thigh gently. His knee stopped bouncing immediately as he recognized your touch and he looked over to you. He must not have realized he was moving so much until you had stopped him.

The tension was thick in the vehicle and you knew he was nervous, but he was just going to have to get over it. He had promised you he would meet your parents and now here you were, dragging him into a country he knew nothing about so he could meet the two most important people in your life, besides him.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung apologized quietly. You knew he was apologizing for being so nervous but you just laughed. There was no reason for him to be sorry and the fact he was made you laugh. It meant a lot to him, and he had made it very clear on the days leading up to it.

He had constantly been asking you questions about how to say certain things in your language that way he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of them. They had been basic things, like how to say hello and nice to meet you. He had asked a couple of things that had confused you but you had brushed it off, ignoring it at the time.

“You don’t have to apologize Tae, there’s nothing to be sorry about. They’re going to love you.” You promised. Despite how nervous he was, your parents were going to love him. They had heard all about him from you and they had already told you about how much they wanted to meet him and tell him.

“I just don’t want to mess up.” He replied. He wasn’t looking at you anymore as the words left his mouth and you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench more. Of course it meant a lot to Taehyung, but you didn’t understand why he was so nervous, it wasn’t like him.

Normally Taehyung would be bouncing in excitement at the thought of meeting the two people who created someone as amazing as you. Seeing him like this was abnormal and it made you worry. You weren’t sure if he was feeling well, but you let the thought pass as you rested your head on his shoulder and leaned back against the seat in the taxi.

Taehyung leaned back with you so your head wouldn’t move, and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. The action made a smile come to your face and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have someone like him. He was everything you could have ever hoped for, and he was exactly what you had been looking for.

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anonymous asked:

How did Draco come out to his parents?

Mmm… I think it was after he accepted that what he feels for Harry isn’t just a teen crush but something much bigger.

The very moment Draco realised he has fallen in love with Harry more-lives-than-a-cat Potter (and after going through the expected panic this realization brought with it) he understood that he could only proceed throught two different ways.
One of those was the cowardly one, where he would pretend this “love” would desappear eventually if he never act through it.
The other option left was to be extremely brave for once in his life, and like a Gryffindor, jump to action and do something about it without concerning if the result of this would be good or a total disaster.

And Draco… He’s just so tired of everything! Because, let’s be honest here, life hasn’t been easy for him or his family since the war ended… so, he doesn’t care a thing if he tells Potter he loves him and everything goes to hell, because nothing could possibly be worst than already is, right? So he takes all this “Gryffindor bravery” that he never knew he had in him and asks Harry out. “Yes, in a date, Potter! No! Not just like friends but as a couple, you moron!” Because I’m %100 sure Harry wouldn’t understand Draco’s intentions at first so Draco would have to be VERY specific about it.

And one cold and rainy night of November Draco realise, while he sees Harry (yes, is Harry now) sleep over his chest (after he had made love to the Gryffindor until the only thing his boyfriend could screm was “more Draco”) that after almost a year of dating Harry…  he wants this moment to last forever. The Slytherin understands he wants to wake every day of his life like this, with Harry all cuddle up over his chest.

And that is the day when he takes a deep breath, while he caress Harry’s wild locks, that he promises to himself that tomorrow he’ll tell his parents he’s dating Harry Potter. After all, they will never forgive him if he doesn’t give them at least six months to find the perfect robes for their only son’s wedding… that is, of course, if Harry will allow him to put in his hand that ring he’s been hidden in his wardrobe for three days by now.


Hope this answered your question. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, Lucius and Narcissa reaction would be a total “Oh, really? Tell us something we haven’t known since you met that boy, son!”

“Dreams Become Reality”

Request: Heeeey 😁 Would you do an imagine where you’re Buckys girlfriend and one night you have a very sexual dream of him. What you don’t know, Bucky is awake and watches you moaning and squirming while you sleep. So he decides to kiss and caress you, till you wake up and make your dream come true with him? 😉 Both povs if you Like 😊

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure sin. Fluff

Word Count: 1341

A/N: thank you for the request! i hope i dont disappoint. this was so fun to write. please leave feedback and requests in my ask box! dont be afraid to ask questions! I will tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom!


Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You had been on back to back missions for the past two months, sleeping in your shared bed only twice with Bucky, your boyfriend. You had been too tired each time to do anything remotely sexual with the love of your life. You couldn’t even kiss him. The moment your y/h/c locks settled on the pillow you were out for good; not walking up until late the next day or if you were called out for a mission.

No one could take your place during the missions. Each one being to gather intel. You were perfect for the job because you’re an inhuman. You have the power of invisibility. You were in and out of the bases in under an hour then shipped off to the next country. No communication was allowed. If there was, you would have already introduced Bucky to the art of sexting.

Today, you had gotten back from a mission in Siberia. You were to gather intel about what country leaders were working with Hydra. It was midnight by the time you dragged your cold tired body into the Avenger’s base in Upstate New York. Forgetting all food, you trudged up to your shared room and flopped on the bed, not caring if Bucky woke up. Of course, he flinched awake.

“Y/N, baby, I thought you weren’t supposed be back until tomorrow night.” he murmured.

You were already fast asleep. You didn’t even change out of your skin-tight suit. You just passed out. Forgoing all plans to woo your man that night.

Bucky leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before turning you over so he could be the big spoon. He wrapped his right arm around you and put his metal hand against your neck. He knew it cooled you down. You would need it if you were going to sleep in your suit.

“I love you baby. Sleep tight my love.” With those words, he closed his eyes drifting off into a dreamless slumber.


Bucky’s PoV

Something wasn’t right. Usually when Y/N/N comes back from a mission they sleep like the dead, but tonight she keeps moving. She is squirming and moaning. I don’t know what to do. Is she having a nightmare? Should I wake her?

“Mmmmm, Bucky! Right there, baby.”

I can feel my cock start to strain against the confines of my boxers. She’s having a sex dream about me. I can tell she’s close. Her skin is flushed that beautiful rose color and her moans are higher. The higher they become, the more beautiful they sound. She is the living version of Heaven.

I love watching her like this. She is the love of my life and I decide to help her out. I slowly undo the zipper of her cat suit. The cold metal leave goosebumps in their wake. I sneak my flesh hand up the valley of her breasts, if she were on her back I would have buried my face in between the full globes, but I need to keep her in a spooning position.

I pull my rock-hard cock out of my boxers. I rut into the crease of her ass. The cold leather feels good on my hot cock. I’m nipping and sucking at her ear as both of my hands now play with her hardened nipples. Suddenly she stiffens. She moans out low and beautiful. I know now she has finished in her dream, but I am far from done with her.


Reader`s PoV

This is the first orgasm I have had in months. It was strong and the only thing that would have made it better would be if Bucky was the one physically giving it to me, not my imagination. I am still half asleep and in a post-orgasm haze, but I’m lucid enough to feel a warmth directly on my swollen clit. I turn my head to the side; I notice Bucky is not next to me. He usually has his arms wrapped around me.

I feel a harsh tug at my clit. My eyes are wide open now. I lift the blanket up and I’m suddenly staring into Bucky`s gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He smirks at starts eating me like a starving man.

“BUCKY! Just like that! Ohmygod ohmygod!” I scream out probably waking the whole entire tower. I’m too drunk on my previous orgasm and the one Bucky is pulling from my overstimulated body.

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my walls start to pulse.

“I need your metal hand. Please baby please. I need to feel more of you. Make me cum! Yes! Just like that. I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

I feel his long slender fingers rub rapidly at my g-spot. My walls pulse even faster until they clamp shut hard trapping Bucky`s fingers inside me. He massages my g-spot to prolong my orgasm, but he removes his lips from my clit. He moves his mouth to my inner thighs, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. He had previously removed my catsuit. It was lying in a dirty pile on the floor with my sports bra and panties.

He slowly removes his fingers and kisses his way up my worn-out body.

“Welcome Home!” he giggles out like a school boy.

His cheeks are flushed and as I look down I can notice his very prominent cock. Its rock-hard and the tip is an angry red. He is dripping pre-cum. I push him onto the bed and kiss my way down his chest. I start sucking as I reach his happy trail. I move to lick and bite at his V line. His cock twitches once it feels my hot breath directly at the tip. I slowly give him small kitten licks. He hisses at the sudden heat and wetness of my tongue.

I take him into my mouth all the way. After all the blowjobs I’ve given him, I’ve become a master at deepthroating his huge cock. He moans high and loud.

“You’re so good to me baby. Taking all my cock like a good little girl. C’mon up. I want you to ride me. I wanna make you cum again.”

I slowly crawl seductively all the way up his body. My dripping, oversensitive core is positioned directly at his craving cock. I stare him in the eyes as I sink down on his full length. His mouth opens in a perfect “O” shape. I get up on my knees and bring myself all the way up, only leaving the tip in. I suddenly crash down onto his hips. He gasps and I can feel his cock twitch. I set a steady and hard pace. Neither of us are going to last long. We are so sensitive.

I feel myself starting to cum. My walls are clenching over his cock when he suddenly flips me over and starts pounding into me. He has me in a spread eagle. His cock reaching impossibly deep. I scream out as I cum for the third time that night. His hips start to stutter. His cock is throbbing fast. The prominent vein on the underside of his cock rubs my g-spot perfectly.

He growls out as he spills his thick, hot cum deep in my pussy. He falls forward, bracing himself on his muscled forearms. I can hear his labored breathing in my ear. We both start to giggle out. Both of ours bodies are flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He pulls out and rolls of me. I stare at his great ass as he walks into the bathroom. He brings out a washcloth to clean me up and himself.

He jumps back into bed and pulls me flush against his chest.

“I missed you, Baby. I’m glad you’re back. And I’m definitely happy that you’re havin’ sex dreams about me.”

All you could do is giggle and let out a small “I love you” as you dosed off with a dreamy smile on your face and Bucky caressing your back.

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Act Like You Love Me - Part Two

A/N: So here’s part two. I’d really love some feedback. 
Word count: 2,502
Part One

PART TWO

January 9 th, 2023

It was a rather chilly summer day in Pickering, when you made your way towards the house. You felt a lump in your throat, letting the sickness rush over you as you rang the doorbell.

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✨ H.A.T.E  ✨


Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 

“Fine.” 

Harry Styles - Servant In Your House Imagine


[I changed it a little - she’s not a princess but still considered royalty, if that’s okay. This is an interesting and quite different one. It’s long and probably my favorite thing I have EVER written. haha. I just wanted to keep writing and didn’t want it to end.. I hope that you enjoy!!]

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Instinct: Jungkook (M)

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: AU, Smut

Warnings: This contains graphic sexual interactions, read at your own discretion.


A/N: This is my first AU, and I’m not entirely happy with it, so please be nice!



You idly stroked the black, sleek fur of the large wolf that sat with its head on your lap. He let out a soft huff of air every once in awhile, signaling to you that he was asleep.

Another wolf rested by the warm fire, his soft auburn fur reflecting the light. His breathing was deep and slow, but his golden eyes rested on the two of you. After a moment, the wolf that was your brother Jimin, laid his head back down on his outstretched paws.

You sighed, turning your attention back to the wolf on your lap. He’d been in this form a lot recently. His wolf state was more comfortable as he quickly approached heat, the time of year when wolves reproduced. You, however, preferred to remain in human form, pushing the uncomfortable feeling to the back of your mind. Unlike many other wolves, you actually preferred to be in that state. Sure, the strength and agility that came with being a wolf was nice, but you longed to fit in with a group larger than the small one of your pack. Your hand continued to stroke the sleeping dog’s head.

His name was Jungkook. And he was your mate. It was no news to anyone in the pack when you found out three months prior, but the realization had hit you like a bus. The moment you met your brother’s pack, the stars had aligned. Your eyes had locked with Jungkook’s, and your brother had to physically touch you to snap you out of the trance. At once, everyone had realized what had happened. Jimin had only sighed and pulled Jungkook aside to warn him. He made sure that Jungkook knew not to lay a hand on you. He made it very clear that you were first and foremost his baby sister, and Jungkook was to respect his beta.

The two of you had been inseparable ever since that day. It felt as though you had become whole. But not everything could always be so perfect.

As you sat in the cozy room, your brother laying by the fire, you felt upset. He had kept a strict eye on you since the moment that Jungkook had revealed that he would be going into heat. You may have been a wolf, and Jungkook may have been your mate, but Jimin would be damned if he let his baby sister get fucked by a young omega.


And even though he was sound asleep, you knew that the moment you made a move, his head would snap up to gaze at the two of your sharply.

Jimin was determined to get the both of you through this without any “mishaps.” The possibilities of you producing pups was much higher at this time of year, and you were afraid that if you allowed anything to happen that it wouldn’t stop until you’d both had your fill.

The worst part of it all was that you could feel the urges approaching as well. You fought to keep a normal appearance, but the wolf inside of you was slowing clawing its way out. Normally, Jungkook seemed like a sweet, innocent boy to you. But lately… well, your thoughts weren’t as innocent. Luckily, only the boys minds were linked, something that you were grateful for.

You were chastised by your mother and girlfriends. The unfortunate bonding of genders in the pack meant the boys couldn’t hear you, but the women could. You didn’t know how to keep them out, being a young wolf. Hell, you were still learning how to hunt. Everything was new, and your resistance was very little.

You sighed once more, twisting your fingers into the thick black fur. Jungkook only gave a small grunt, settling back into sleep.

One day when the whole pack stayed over, you excused yourself to go to grab something from your room. On your way back, you were suddenly confronted by Jungkook. The sudden meeting made you feel nervous as no one was around. His eyes were wild, and you gulped.

In an instant he was upon you, pressing your body against the wall. His heavy form was hot, and his breath fanned against your neck. You couldn’t help the sudden rush to your lower region, and you held back a whine.

“God, I could smell you from a mile away,” he sighed. He placed feather light kisses along your neck, careful not to mark you. He realized that any minute, one of the boys would realize what was going on, so he reveled in you for as long as he could.

“(Y/N)?”

The sudden call for you had Jungkook wrenching his body away from yours, and he calmly stalked back to the living room.

You took a moment to collect yourself and ran a hand through your hair. You questioned how you were going to make it through this alive.


The next incident happened during a movie night with Jungkook. The house arrest was still in tact as Namjoon sat warily in the love seat next to the couch. You knew he was trying his best to remain inconspicuous, but you saw his head turn every few minutes to carefully watch you and Jungkook. With less and less time until heat, it was rare to have only one member watching the two of you, but pack duties came before two young wolves, and all the other boys were busy.

After about an hour, Namjoon began to get fidgety. He could only ignore nature’s call for so long, and finally decided that you would be fine on your own for a minute or two.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute. You two better keep your hands to yourself,” he glared harshly at each of you.

The minute he was out of sight, Jungkook attacked. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you but you let out a gasp nonetheless. His hand came to cover your mouth as he began to nuzzle into your neck. He placed open mouth kisses along the soft skin, and slowly made his way up to the sweet spot under your ear. A muffled whimper escaped your covered mouth.

You were worked up far faster than normal, your body begging for Jungkook’s. As he worked his way on your neck, his free hand grabbed yours and trailed it down to his hips. Another strangled noise bubbled up in your throat as you felt how rock solid he was beneath your fingers.


“I want you so goddamn bad. I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like when this hits full force. I don’t think any of the boys will be able to hold me back,” he nipped at your earlobe to show you how serious his words were. As you were caught up in the moment, Jungkook must have heard Namjoon because he quickly pulled back, adjusting the blanket over the two of you to hide his erection. He smoothed his hand over your hair, an action that would have seemed loving to anyone who walked in, but he was only fixing your mussed hair. You were shocked at how easily he put on a disinterested look at the movie that played.

Luckily, Namjoon didn’t think twice about the affection from Jungkook. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as if deep in thought, but gave up a moment later and returned his gaze to the movie.


Jungkook made sure to keep his warm hand very high on your thigh for the remainder of your small date. The only thought that ran through your head for the rest of the agonizing hours was that Jungkook was due to go into heat in two days.


And so came the last day before heat. Jimin had made the executive decision that he would completely separate you and Jungkook. It was the only way in his mind that he would be able to stop any accidents from occurring.

Jungkook had become extremely clingy to you, much to your brother’s dismay. He followed you around and couldn’t help but keep his hands on you almost constantly. The boys had released an inch on the reign, knowing that you and Jungkook would be separated for some time. They allowed his small advances: the nipping at your neck, the lingering fingers on your waist, and even the heavier kisses.

After an agonizing day of last goodbyes, you stood in front of the door with Jungkook. The boys waited patiently as you said farewell to him.

“Jungkook-ah, it’s only a few days,” you giggled as he placed small nips on your earlobe.

“I know, but I’m going to miss you so bad,” he whimpered. He pulled your body flush against his to show you how much he really would miss you. Your cheeks flushed rose, taken back by his small display of exhibitionism. Apparently, he grew bolder as his body grew needier. The other boys standing with you grunted in clear embarrassment.

Jungkook didn’t seem to care as he moved his mouth from your neck to envelop your lips in a hot, messy kiss. You couldn’t help the small mewl that spilled from your lips.

Another grunt from your brother, and Jungkook got the hint. He regretfully pulled back and stared for a moment into your eyes.

“Love you,” he pecked your nose.

“Love you, see you soon,” and with that, Jungkook and the rest of his pack left you to your thoughts.

You sat in your bedroom for what seemed like days. Only a few hours had passed since Jungkook had last said goodbye, but your body was itchy with need. You needed Jungkook. Your instincts were overpowering most of the clear thoughts in your head.

After a few attempts at touching yourself to relieve that itch that boiled in your abdomen, you quickly gave up. Even though you were still a virgin, your body somehow knew you needed Jungkook. Sweat collected on your brow at all the things that Jungkook would do to you…. things you’d let him do to you.

Your body screamed to be taken. You wanted nothing more than to have Jungkook over you, pumping into your body, ruining you. You let out a needy whine and turned over in your bed. No one told you that you’d go through heat just as your mate did, and no one seemed to pay much mind. You were expected to buck up and act as though you weren’t effected, but being a new wolf meant that control wasn’t so easily found. Your swollen heat begged for any sort of relief that your mate could provide.

You were startled out of you heated thoughts by your phone ringing. It was Jimin.

“Jimin?” You asked, clearly confused. He seemed to be be out of breath on the other line.


“Um, yea. Hi. Hey, you haven’t seen Jungkook by any chance have you?”
He asked. The worry in his voice was evident. You felt a rock sink to the pit in your stomach.

“No, why?” You had a sneaking suspicion of what had happened.

“Well, he…. sort of escaped? We can’t find him anywhere, and he’s doing a pretty bang up job of hiding his thoughts.”

A knock sounded at your front door. Your entire body froze, and you almost dropped the phone. You had a pretty good idea of who was behind that door.

“Oh, really?” You gulped. “I haven’t even heard from him. Maybe he just wanted to get out into the woods?” You offered. You were desperately trying to appease because you didn’t know how long Jungkook would be patient.

“Maybe you’re right…. Just don’t let him in if he happens to come over, okay? I’m just looking out for you.”

“Of course!” You nearly yelped as the knock grew louder.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Um… yes! Just this whole… heat thing. It’s kind of difficult,” you told him. Your eyes continually flicked back to the door.

“Okay, ew. I didn’t need to know that. Stay safe. Love you. Bye!”

Just as the phone call was ended, the knocking on the door turned to loud banging. For a split second, you felt terrified. If you opened that door, it would all be over. However, something told you that the door wouldn’t hold long anyway.

“(Y/N)-ah,” you heard a raspy cry from the other side of the wood.

“Shit,” you squeaked. Your feet approached the door at minimal increments. Your whole body trembled with the mixture of fear and lust.

All too soon, you stood in front of the door, and with a trembling hand, you turned the knob.

Jungkook stood there with his eyes wide. He looked completely feral and you shuddered at the golden glint in his eyes. His jaw was locked, and a thin glint of sweat covered his honey skin. You couldn’t help the rush of wetness down to your heat.

With a lick of his lips, and a heavy whine that leaked from his throat, Jungkook pushed the both of you in to your apartment.

“I told you they wouldn’t keep me back,” he growled into your neck. He opening licked the heated skin of your neck, letting out a stuttered moan.

“We can’t do this; he’ll know,” you breathed out. While your body responded eagerly to his, your hands only weakly attempted to push him away.

“So we won’t tell him,” he nuzzled behind your ear, placing wet kisses on the soft skin.

“Your minds are linked. He’ll find out one way or another,” each new refutation seemed hollow to your own ears. You realized that this night wouldn’t end in innocence. You were desperately trying to hold down the moans that threatened to escape your throat, but your desire ran almost as deep as his.

“What if I told you that I frankly don’t give a fuck?” He growled. Even being the lowest on the totem pole in the pack, he still had reign over you.

And with that simple statement, you melted into him.

“Oh god, everything is amplified ten fold. I never knew you could smell so good,” his hands trailed down to your butt, giving it a firm squeeze. You gasped, and he took your surprise to his advantage, pulling you against him and suctioning his mouth to yours.

You let go of all your inhibitions and responded with as much vigor as you could manage. This was no human boy, but the thought of him breaking you was fleeting. You were only filled with the desire to finally be connected to him.

His tongue pushed its way into your mouth. You let him take control of the pace and reveled in the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours.

“I smell you here,” he whispered tapping your temples. He took the top of his fingers and licked the small beads of sweat away.

“I smell you here,” his hands ghosted near your armpits, but you only felt embarrassed for a moment. You realized how strong the pheromones would be to a wolf, especially your mate.

“And I smell you here,” his fingers became a bit more bold as they cupped your heat. The small touch made you keen into him, and you felt lucky that he had one strong arm around your waist.

He took your weight into his strong arms as if you weighed as light as a feather. He held you close to his warm body and he pressed kisses all over your heated skin.

“I feel like I’ve waited a millennia for for this. And now you’ll finally be mine,” he bit harshly on your thin skin, then laved his tongue over the small wound. The smolder was singing your fingertips, and all you wanted was to tear off all his clothes.

“Too much,” you begged, pulling at the thin material of his shirt. He pulled back to yank the material over his head. He took a moment to swipe his eyes over your body before attacking once more.

He nearly ripped your shirt off of your body he was so needy. His hands, although shaky, gripped firmly at the button on your jeans. You let him undress you until you stood before him in only your underwear. He noted that the two of you hadn’t even moved from the doorway and dragged you to the couch. It was the closest thing that was comfortable. He didn’t think he’d make it to the bedroom.

You let him take control completely as he bent you over the back of the couch. His body was too busy screaming for him to tease you too much. His hands smoothed down your back, and then he knelt down in front of your exposed backside. With a rough nudge, Jungkook shoved your legs open to display yourself to him. At once, he buried his nose into your clothed heat.

You let out a yelp as he did so; your body was so riled up that any touch shot spike of pleasure through your abdomen.

He didn’t move for a minute, too entranced in the different chemicals your body was producing.

“Jungkook,” you whined, rutting your hips backwards into him. The hands that had been soothingly rubbing small circles into your thighs quickly turned to iron as they held you in place. When he was satisfied that you wouldn’t move, he let go to pull down your now soaked panties.

The cold air hit your swollen heat and you let out a cry, falling forward farther onto the couch. Jungkook took a moment to appreciate how slick and ready for him you were. He had spent the last week in agony. The change of your hormones was obvious to his senses, and he constantly fought against his erections. Your body was begging to be taken, mated, breeded. Maybe you hadn’t payed much attention to the urges, but to Jungkook, your body’s needs were clear as crystal.

After deciding he’d had enough of just looking, Jungkook dove into your wet folds. He couldn’t get enough of your taste. The moment your arousal hit his tongue, he let out a high pitched whine between licks.

“Jungkook! Oh fuck,” you nearly shouted. Your hands covered your face as you could do nothing to stop the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He didn’t waste time with small licks. Instead he completely devoured you, and you wondered if he’d ever be able to halt his actions if no one stopped him.

He felt as if he could sit in your glory for days, but his body urged him to move on. The solid erection in his pants was begging for attention, so much so that he was in physical pain. His lips easily found your clit, and gave a solid suckle before he completely removed himself from you. The sudden rush of pleasure followed by nothing had you crying out into the air. Your hips bucked backward for any stimulation, only catching the tip of his nose as he pulled back.

Jungkook almost tripped fumbling to remove himself quickly from his pants. You managed to turn your head around to gaze at the heavy, red length that sat against his thigh. Your mouth watered at the sight, and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of him filling you.

“Jungkook, wait. A condom,” your voice cracked. In all honesty, you didn’t actually care. In fact, your instincts screamed the opposite. Your womb was begging to be filled with his seed, ready to produce pups for the spring time.

“No,” he affirmed. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right.” Apparently, Jungkook’s body was saying the same thing as yours. In an instant he was back on you, his lips attaching to your neck. His sharp canines ran over the delicate skin, every so often breaking the thin layer and then lapping the spilled blood.

His length sat on your inner thigh, and you whined once more in an effort to get him to understand.

“You want me inside you?” He asked. You couldn’t believe he had this much self control. You wondered how his instincts hadn’t completely taken over.

“Yes,” you mewled. He growled, biting down harder on your neck.

“Say it,” he commanded. This was not your normally shy Jungkook. This was a strong wolf in complete control over you.

“I want you inside of me,” you cried out. “I want you stuffed inside of me right now. Oh God, Jungkook please-”

Your cry was cut off when he finally sank into you. He was big, and your body was still new. You let out a strangled cry as he hit deep inside of you. The strange feeling took a moment to get used to, and even he seemed to know it.

He stayed there buried to the hilt, but it didn’t stop him from slowly rutting his hips deep into your heat. The jerks were small, and that kind of thrust allowed to hit the deepest parts of you. He didn’t pull out for a few minutes, instead choosing to linger in your tight warmth while giving short jerks.

He laid his head on your shoulder blade, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He let out little pants as he moved his hips. He couldn’t get close enough to you, and you felt the same. Your body begged for more, more, more.

“Jungkook. Move,” you urged him. That’s all it took for the coil in his body to snap. Your signal suddenly brought him back to life and you swore your skin caught on fire.

With the first smack of his hips on the cushion of your butt, you knew there would be bruises to come later. If it hadn’t been for his grip of your waist, you were sure that your body would have flown over the couch.

“Oh, shit,” he breathed heavily as he found his rhythm. The only sound coming from you were short, high pitched moans. You never knew your body could feel this good, and you knew it was because he was your mate. It felt as if your souls were melding, and you weren’t quite sure where you ended and he began.

“Right there!” You shouted as he brushed a particular spot inside you. The stars burst behind your eyes as he angled his hips to repeatedly ram into the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your walls pulsed around his thickness, and an intense light was building in your abdomen.

“You’re so tight,” he hissed though his teeth with every thrust. He had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as you took him in each time. He had never felt something so tantalizing, and he never wanted to leave the velvety walls of your hot pussy.

“Come on, Jungkook,” you encouraged him. With every harsh thrust, you felt the edges of your sanity blur. It wouldn’t be much longer until you were gone.

“I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to take advantage of every second of this, and make sure to fill my duty,” he snarled. You didn’t need affirmation to know what he meant. Jungkook’s one and only priority in this time was to breed. Only a second of your thoughts was dedicated to wondering how you’d make it through these few days alive.

“God, yes!” You howled. The sound echoed off the walls, but you didn’t care if anyone heard. Let them know. Let them know who owned you. Finally, the scorching heat within you burst into a million shards. You never thought you’d be a screamer, but the sound that ripped from your throat promised a sore voice.

Jungkook’s hips stuttered when you lost control and started to rapidly clench around him. He couldn’t hold on anymore. He didn’t want to. With a grunt, he shoved himself in you once more and released his heated seed within you.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, making sure every last drop of his cum was deposited deep into you. It was then that he began softening, and he let out a sigh. He pulled out of you, and a rush of liquid seeped down your thighs. Your body hung limply over the cushions; your bones felt too jelly like to move. With the last bit of strength, he was able to haul the both of you to lay together on the couch. The sticky sweat caused your bodies to suction together but you didn’t mind.

“Do you really mean it? What you said?” You said after awhile of quiet breathing.

“About fulfilling my duty? I don’t know… I was so desperate, I’m not sure exactly what I was saying. I mean, I’d love to have kids with you, but we’re a bit young. I’m sorry if that happens again,” he murmured into your hair. You took a moment to contemplate his words, and decided that they didn’t bother you.

“It’s okay,” you affirmed. “Just next time, I’d really appreciate it if you’d get out of your own head and use a condom,” you finished. That time he winced.

“Yea, sorry about that,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snuggled into the crook of his neck. He let out a satisfied hum at the heat your naked bodies created.


“What will we do about Jimin?” A new strike of fear bolted through you.

“Well, he’s probably going to kill me,” Jungkook chuckled. “I won’t be able to hide that little excursion for long. And you better believe I’m not done with you yet,” he punctuated his words with a small pinch to your butt which made you jump against him. The small ounce of friction caused him to let out a low groan.

“Control yourself for a few minutes, dog. I need a little while to recover,” you teased him. Whatever snarky reply he had on his tongue was swiftly ended when a loud banging took place on the door.

“Jungkook!” A voice shrieked. “I’m going to fucking murder you!” It seemed that Jimin had learned of your escapades.

“Shit.”

Girl Next Door

requested : @thejulietfarciertlove

Pairing : Lip x Reader

A/N : Sorry it is kind of crappy, feel free to give me feedback or any request ;)

Originally posted by marauderss-mwpp

You knew the Gallaghers for what seems like forever. You moved when you where 13 years old in the house accross the street. You became friend with Ian pretty fast, spending a lot of time in treir crappy old house. But you like it better than yours, which was almost dead while Ian’s was always in movement. You liked almost every member of his family. Fiona who nearly adopted you, the cute little Liam, Carl and his big plans… And there was Lip. You’re relationship with the blond guy never was easy, that is the least we can say. It has always been intense. For the first year, every time you saw each other, it was like you had to fight. It all change when Ian, sick of you yelling at one another, locked you in the same room. You stayed two hours like that. Two hours during which you finally really talked, sharing things, learning the other. Soon enough you and Lip became friends, then best friends, even confident. Saying that your relationship was perfect will still be a lie tho. In fact, you two stubborn characters almost killed your friendship more than once, but you two were addicted to the other and you never were apart for long. That’s how one day it all change. You actually could not remember from where it starts but there you are, in front of their house, Lip yelling at you. You tried to stay calm but eventually he broke your patience. You were standing really close to him when you sax, in an instant, the look he had in the eye change. From mad it became hot and you both felt the tension in the air changing. You stopped and look at the other for maybe an hour, even if it was probably more seconds before one of you moved a muscle. Then it all went pretty fast. In an nanosecond Lip was kissing you, his hands around your face and your arms around his neck. As you kissed him back you realize how much of an evidence it felt. You stayed like that for a long moment before you heard Debby.

- Can you please do that elsewhere ? You two are blocking the pass and I’d liked to come home.

You rolled your eyes, smiling and enter the Gallaghers house

___

- Ly

Not the One

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Not the One

Prompt: It was hella long and hella good and basically, it’s a soulmate AU with a twist and aaaaaaaaaah I’m in love with this idea.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAH I’M DYINGGGGG I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSS. Edit: this took so much longer than intended, but it came out a lot longer than I intended too, so…

@wumperin @brayden1616

“Yer kidding. A week. We have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”

“Possibly longer.” Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.

“So…” Leo tried to come up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.

“We’ve gotta seize the opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take advantage of it.”

“And?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“We’re gonna go to school.”

***

“So these are your…” The counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing in a line behind them.

“These are my nephews.” April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the rest of New York City.”

“Sounds doable. Do you have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their other school for the information?”

“It should all be here, but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had thrown together that morning.

“Great. Thank you so much.”

Raph glanced down at his timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start, and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

April and Casey said goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next, they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for anyway?

He grabbed his math book and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.

So off they headed to Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps, goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.

“Transfer students, huh? There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are huge art geeks.” He offered.

“I can tell. Well, Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), raise your hand please.”

You didn’t lower the book from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.

He walked over and took the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.

His green eyes widened as he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.

You still had ten days left.

He looked around to see if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.

“You’re the new kids?” You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be with you.

“Y-yeah.” Raph replied. “I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes wandered to the book on your desk.

“What’cha reading?”

Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just- ugh it’s so good.”

“Hmm.” He flipped through the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime. Never seen it.”

“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little interaction.

“Might just have to take ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.

Mrs. Russo started the lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you seemed to get it.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can you uh, I don’t get it.”

“Sure!” you nodded. “What do you need help with?”

“How are ya supposed to use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”

“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And so you just add the squares of the other sides to-”

“This is a triangle, what do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.

“You’ve never taken Geometry before, have you?”

“How’d ya guess?” he offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”

“Well, tell you what, I don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”

“Sounds great.” He felt his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you. You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.

***

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.

“Grew up with four boys, there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”

“Well, I guess that’s what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.

“Guess so. That and math assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her true love was still running.

As the movie started, Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.

***

After morning classes the next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than never know you for who you really were before it was too late.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey (Y/N),” Raph grinned.

“So, I figured, if this is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you have plans?”

“No.” Leo answered. “No plans.”

“Good. I have a car. Meet me by my locker after school.”

“All right, angelcakes.” Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”

***

Here they were. The mall. It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels, nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.

“You guys act like you’ve never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They offered apologetic shrugs.

“Would it be bad if we told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?! This trip has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a mission.”

“What are we gonna do?” Leo asked.

Everything.”

You had promised everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check. The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like this.

But when there was a huge jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A slow smile crept across his lips.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.

“No harm done. If ya need someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”

“Oh hush, you.” You giggled as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his brothers had never seen before.

But it faded just as fast as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his soulmate just as fast as he had found her.

***

The week passed in a breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.

April had helped him pack a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the train to Central Park.

He had told you that the rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.

You sat down on the red and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought up the topic of goodbye.

“So uh, we’re goin’ back to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not like we can’t still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled sadly. “Can’t we?”

“I don’t know. I just…I’m not what you think I am…I’m not who you think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”

“How did you know about that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too close.

“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.

“Your timer…” Your face scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”

“That’s a…complicated question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.

“No.” your voice was quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.

“I know. It’s impossible. But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”

“But-”

“It’s all right.” Raph read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”

Raph pulled out a little velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”

“I love it.” You told him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into his arms and held you as though you would disappear.

“It matters more that ya could ever know. I love you too.”

***

Raph woke up the next morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.

He rolled onto his shell and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had received.

He should have just left you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.

When Leo announced a patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.

And so out they went, out of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except, the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you. Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja. The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature that had beat up their friends.

You took a few shaky steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.

“Hello?”

“I ain’t who ya think, (Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.

“Raphael?” Your broken voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds d-different.”

“Ya don’t gotta be afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face reddened and you didn’t know why you were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”

Tick…tick…tick…

“Raph, let me see you.”

“I uh…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” You whispered. You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”

“I want ya tah remember me that way. Not like…this.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant.

“Please, just go home, (Y/N)! Forget about me!”

“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere, but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully, slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.

He pressed his hand against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed his huge green hand, keeping him there.

“I’m sorry. About all of this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was. Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry yer stuck with-”

“Shhhhh…” You shushed him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him. Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.

“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could manage to put together.

“You’re not a freak.” You pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”

Sharing a Bed

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader 
Warnings: light swearing
Word count: 1212
Summary: The motel room only has two beds and no couches, so the Reader and Sam have to share. 
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Gabe with an S/O that has really sensitive neck and ears? Gender neutral if you can

((A/N - I ‘suffer’ from this lmao so good but too good))

This was the definition of perfect.

Heavy droplets of rain pattered against the windows, a dark grey sky enchancing the warm glow from the telenovela that Gabe was half watching. He was curled up on one end of the sofa with a mug of steaming coffee in one hand. Your head was resting on his toned thighs, his other hand gently combing fingers through your hair. Your face was illuminated by your phone screen, flicking through the news, your arm becoming tingly and slightly numb from being tucked in under your body.

It was rare that you both had a day off from the the manic shenanigans of Overwatch. When you did, you chose to relax in your safe confines of your shared apartment that you called home.

His fingers drifted down, dancing behind your ear and travelling down your neck. You shuddered violently at the touch, phone slipping from your grasp to fall onto the carpet below.

“What was that?”

His voice was huskier than normal with sleep from not finishing his coffee yet.

“Sensitive.” You mumbled, cheeks dusted with pink at your involuntary action.

A chuckle reverberated through his chest.

“Like.. this?”

He used his fingernail to gently scratch a single line from your earlobe to your collar bone. Your torso shivered at the feeling. It was over-pleasurable, if that was a thing. He repeated the action with several fingers, a moan accidentally escaping your throat.

“Gabe-”
“What?”
Please, stop.”
“Do you not like it, cariño?”

You shifted your body so you were looking directly up at him. He had to move his hand away from you to make room for you fidgeting.

“I do, but it’s just sensitive..”

A small smirk graced his plump lips. He placed his now-empty mug on the side table next to him. With that hand, he brushed all the way through your locks making your eyes flutter closed.

“Sorry, hun. I can’t resist making you tremble beneath me.”

Your eyes snapped open to meet a wolfish grin. You playfully slapped his chest, a cheeky grin blooming on your face.

You loved your days off with Gabe. They were always perfect.

Poly Relationship w Reiner and Bertholdt headcanons. 🍓

Originally posted by sukerokus

A/N: This gif makes me WET. I’m such TRASH for these two and I have no shame. :))))

+ It started off with just constant flirting between the three
until one day Reiner noticed how Bertholdt was looking at you. His eyes dilated and filled with admiration and maybe even love.
+ It had been a late night and Reiner couldn’t sleep.
+ “Hey, Bertle? You awake?”
+ “Yeah, what’s going on?”
+ “You have feelings for (Name), don’t you?”
+ Silence.
+ “I know you like them too.”
+ “What about the mission?”
+ Ever since that night they agreed to let you choose between who you wanted to be with.
+ You on the other hand had feelings for the both of them and you just couldn’t choose.
+ As your feelings for them grew stronger you felt yourself pushing them away more and more everyday. It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the two.
+ They figured that you found out about their feelings for you and you got scared away. But they just couldn’t let you go without hearing it from your mouth.
+ Reiner and Bertholdt talked to you late one night.
+ “Why are you pushing us away?”
+ Silence.
+ “(Name), please…”
+ “Because I love you both…and I can’t bear to choose.”
+ That night was the pivotal moment that started the relationship.
+ Not many people knew about it but they had suspected that either you and Bertholdt were dating or you and Reiner were dating but never a love triangle.
+ Its actually really funny because someone would catch you locking lips with Bertholdt then go tell Reiner about it like you were cheating on him. Vice versa.
+ “My boys.”
+ Being all pouty because you feel like don’t get enough attention from them on certain days. They say you’re spoiled, which you really are.
+ They protect you with their lives.
+ Bertholdt is the gentle one. Obviously.
+ Reiner is the rougher one. Obviously.
+ Sex is mind blowing.
+ Reiner is thicker but Bertholdt is longer. The perfect combination.
+ Favorite position is on top of Bertholdt while Reiner is taking your from behind.
+ Reiner gets all sulky when he doesn’t see you for a few hours and Bertholdt is like ‘reiner pls stop’
+ When you three sleep together Bertholdt ends up on the floor because of his awkward sleeping positions.
+ People asking questions 24/7
+ “What’s your relationship with Reiner?”
+ “Are you dating Bertholdt?”
+ “Are Reiner and Bertholdt, you know?”

// Feels ahead. Read at your own risk. //

+ They told you personally what their secret was.
+ At first you thought it was a joke so you laughed but you soon realized they were being dead serious.
+ A sudden wave of betrayal, anger and sadness came over you.
+ All you could do was sob.
+ “Why? What were you two thinking?!?”
+ Bertholdt looking down at his feel unable to make eye contact while Reiner stares at you in horror.
+ “Was this whole thing just a fucking joke? I gave you two every piece of me! I let you both in and-and-”
+ “Babe-”
+ “Don’t fucking call me that!”
+ You just remember telling them to never speak to you again.
+ You didn’t tell their secret but it ate you alive knowing that huge piece of information without telling anyone.
+ But you still loved them and you hated yourself for it.

Russian Roulette

Words: 2.4k 
Genre: Angst, Mafia!Au
Summary: Blanks and a bullet - it will only take one to die and one chance to live.

Cr.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

A sterling table rusted and tarnished to onyx, concrete walls and floor without a trace of light. The flickering bulb swings above you, moving your shadow despite not breathing and creaking slowly like a metronome; a lullaby to your absolute demise. There is only one set of steel doors, far out of reach and even a scream at the top of your lungs would be heard by empty ears. All barring one.

A man you’ve known your entire life, dark hair and stone, cold eyes; more of a foe than ever a friend.

A suitcase sits on the table between the both of you and you’re too disgusted to even touch it, fully aware of it being brimmed with dirty, green bills. It sound be enough to satisfy him.

It takes all your efforts to muster a smile but even then, it’s a smirk of contempt. You don’t know what it’s like for your lips to upturn in joy. You’ve never felt happiness before. “I think it’s safe to say that the both of us can’t leave here.”

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Impenetrable- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 7 of Alone Together)

A/N: I’m just terrible. This is up so late, and I have no excuse. I just hated the way I wrote it and couldn’t seem to get it right. Sorry, but I hope you enjoy. We are coming to the end of this series!! Oh boy….

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) - Walls Built. (part 6)

Originally posted by tallkfandomtome

The walls you had put up around Sirius were only built higher the night after you hallucinated him. You started sleeping with your curtains open now, and your light on. You needed to ensure that you weren’t going crazy, even though as each night went by you knew you were slipping further from what you once were.

Meanwhile, Sirius had tried to have things go back to what they were. You were sure of this. He had stopped avoiding you, started showing up to all meals with the marauders, and it seemed like everybody was settling back into their usual habits.

All except you.

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Not In That Way | Part 4

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Your big sister was certainly cheating on her boyfriend, but there were two things that didn’t make this indifferent to you. One, he didn’t know. Two, you were in love with him.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, nothing really harsh in this part.

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Catch Up Here!!

A/N: Thanks to @sleepywinchester for betaing and to you guys for reading! This part is way too fluffy for me but it reminds me that I love this series, and get ready because next part is where things get a bit tense ;)

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

Originally posted by yaelstiel

As you made a new cup of hot chocolate, you could feel his stare on your back. Every move you made was like if it was memorized and examined within seconds by the guy sitting on your couch.

But it wasn’t just a guy.

It felt so weird to have him there, it was like if your two worlds were collapsing just meters from you.  

Going back to where Sam was sitting, you handed him the mug full of hot beverage as he thanked you, sipping it before you sat in front of him, imitating his move with your own drink. You could cut the tension and awkwardness with a knife.

A few seconds passed before you decided to talk first.

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Masquerade 2.1: The Birth of Red Mask

Nothing changes people more than other people. 

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly. 

Park Jimin ft. other characters

High school au

Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst

A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^

Originally posted by 9taefox

            I wasn’t always Red Mask.

           Contrary to what I made everyone believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy, incredibly skilled –

           “PARK JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”

           You get the gist.

           I wasn’t always the person that you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible. Unconfident and timid.

           Back in my younger days, I didn’t think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.

           Love to me back then was probably what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds. And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for each other.

           Love to me seemed so simple.

           Once two people liked each other, that was that. Happily ever after!

           So I fell in “love” constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was perfect.

           I had many, many crushes. And while I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned out that way.

           I was just average in all fields. I didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.

           They didn’t even consider me an option.

           I was always, always friend-zoned.

           But I didn’t give up. No, I just stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing– and I tried to use that to my advantage.

           You could say Red Mask was born from the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years. Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an “Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you” or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.

           I became frustrated. What was I lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??

           But then in high school, someone finally did.


           Let’s call her Temptress.

           Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls befriended her out of envy.

           She was the alpha female of my class.

           And like most of the guys in the school, I immediately fell for her.

           I gave her homework when and if she forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.

           Eventually, I confessed that I liked her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings in anymore.


           "I like you!“ I yelled as I handed her a bouquet of roses.

           She smiled sweetly and took the flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.

           "Jimin.” she called as she cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.

           I gulped. “Yes?”

           "Have you ever been with a girl?“

           I, of course, being the honest, innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”

           "So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“

           She traced my lips with her delicate fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were laughing at something funny.

           "N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.

           "Aww…“ she pouted. "Poor Jiminnie.”

           She leaned closer to my face, and I can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared. Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.

           I panicked as ten thousand plans and questions ran through my mind.

           Should I stick my lips out? Did she want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there? (Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic purposes.)

           Oh my goodness, did I brush my teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow? Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait, I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.

           So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed my lips out.

           And she chuckled.

           I felt my cheeks warm up immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in this situation. Did I screw up already?

           "You’re so cute, Park Jimin.“

           The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally soaring, having an out of body experience.

           "Relax and follow me.” she whispered.

           Surprisingly, she didn’t back away. She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.

           "I told you to follow me.“ she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”

           My heart was beating rapidly. The most popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in the full feeling of her lips.

           It was steady at first. Like what little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was on fire.

           The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into my chest.

           I was a hormonal teenager (but I guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.

           Every time I made a mistake, I would apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.

           OH. That’s what it did.

           "Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was overwhelming.

           Here was a beautiful girl kissing me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the hottest girl I had ever seen.

           Talk about saving my luck.

           "Breathe Jimin. You did good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more things from me?”

           My eyes widened. Was that her way of saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?

           "Yes, please.“ I squeaked out breathlessly.

           "Perfect.” She kissed me deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same time, tomorrow?”


           Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed up an hour early.

           But anyway, for an entire two weeks, we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.

           Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for what she had in mind.

           Shakily, I rang her doorbell, holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.

           "Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.

           Temptress chuckled and pried my hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering how soft women actually felt.

           I shook my head and turned around, embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.

           "You’re so cute Jimin.” she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”

           I stepped inside backwards, still not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something she didn’t like.

           "I-I thought we were just going to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.  

           "No Jimin.” she chuckled as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want to have sex with you.”

           "S-S-SEX?“

           "Yes. Please tell me you’ve at least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.

           "Of course I have…I just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before thinking about that.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she shook her head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

           I felt my cock twitch as my eyes were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real, live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.

           "Can I?“ I reached my hand out towards her breasts curiously.

           "Please.” She took my hands and put both of them on each boob.

           "Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”

           "Massage them Jimin.“

           "Um…okay…” I moved my hands in small circles.

           "Jimin, they’re not going to break, massage hard.“ she guided my hands. "Make me feel good.”

           "O-o-okay…“

           I was sure my entire face and neck was red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.

           "Come here, Jimin.” she whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.

           I moaned as her lips traveled down to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage, I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding into me, her voice breathy and needy.

           "Come with me.“ she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”

           I nodded meekly. I was unprepared, but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me. She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.

           I lay on the bed and watched her shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.

           "Would you like to taste?“ she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving child.

           All I could do was nod and she climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front of my face. What was I supposed to do?

           "Have a taste.” she urged.

           "Um…“ I looked around nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”

           She threw her head back and laughed. I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.

           "No, Jimin.“ she looked down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”

           "Um so…like…“ I nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.

           Her body reacted almost instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered so I did the same thing.

           "Suck on it, please.” she pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other hand, play with my other one.”

           I followed her instructions obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?

           "I’m so wet for you Jimin.“ she hummed.

           I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad thing.

           As if seeing my confusion, she chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.

           "I’m wet for you down there.” she explained.

           Oh.

           I gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.

           "Would you like to feel?“

           I nodded, my words still failing me.

           "Give me your hand.” I did so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?

           "That’s how good you made me feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and beg for more.”

           I blinked. Those words flustered me, but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.

           She still held my hand, guiding my thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her, but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as she writhed under my touch.

           "Put a finger inside me.“ she instructed.

           I furrowed my brows. "Where…uh… ”

           She smiled and grabbed my index finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.

           But she shoved my finger inside and cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the thought.

           "Push in and out.“ She panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”

           "But–“ I protested. There was no way another finger would fit.

           "Do it…please.” she begged.

           Did she like pain? I pushed both my index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.

           "Oh my god, Jimin.“

           I decided that I very much loved hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing in and out of her with my finger.

           "Jimin…” she heaved. “Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”

           I nodded as I concentrated on my fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.

           "I need your tongue there.“

           I looked at her in disbelief. She wanted my tongue…where?

           "My tongue?”

           "Yes, taste me. Please.“

           My ears warmed at her request, but I couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.

           "Mmm…” I hummed. She didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.

           "Oh my gosh. Yes. Like that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.

           "Wh-wha–” I was flustered and climbed off the bed nervously.

           "I need to return the favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers and all, in one motion.

           I covered my cock timidly. I felt so exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.

           "Hands off.” she swatted them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.

           Was that a good or bad thing?

           Then she opened her mouth and dipped her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just coursed through my body.

           "Oh…oh my…“ I moaned as she bobbed her head back and forth.

           I looked down and felt like I was about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was doing.

           "I’m so sor–”

           "Do it again.“ she looked up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”

           She covered my length again and I bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated something that had me leaking shamefully.

           "I need you inside me.“

           When I agreed with her using a subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”

           I nodded understandably and fumbled to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing anxious by the second.

           "Relax.“ she guided my hands and I was able to roll it down easily.

           I took a deep breath. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.

           "Since it’s your first time, how about I top for now?”

           "Top what?“ I tilted my head inquisitively.

           She looked at me amused. "Lay on the bed, Jimin.”

           I got back into the sea of blankets, my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.

           But I was wrong.

           When she started riding me, first slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.

           "It happens during your first time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely. "We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”

           She whispered into my ear as I was lulled into sleep.


           And she was true to her word. Every time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin, was dating the Temptress.

           But I soon found that I had been deluding myself all along.

           I decided to search for her during lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.

           Nervously, I journeyed there and found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?

           They both finished and only then did she notice me.

           "Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”

           I stared at her, nearing tears.

           "Why…what’re you…“ I couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.

           "Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?” she chuckled as she walked over to me.

           "But you kissed me and we had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo word at the time). ”…sex.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she looked at me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to everything and I wanted to help you out.”

           "What? But the sex…you said I was amazing. It felt amazing!“

           "Oh sweetie.” She giggled as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind. “Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time, people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who you had your first time with?”

           She cupped my face gently, and I was torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown interest in me would disappear.

           "You have a lot of potential, Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, okay?“

           I hung my head down, mind blown. In those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was that she didn’t love me at all.

           But I refused to believe that she didn’t like me.


           I remained naive and foolish, and I continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me, by being the best of her pupils.  

           But one day, my plans were foiled.

           "Jimin. We have to stop this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found someone that I want to keep forever.”

           "What?“ I felt the wind get knocked out of me.

           "I have a boyfriend now, and you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”

           In anger, I slapped her hand away and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of the hallway.

           In my rage and pain, only one thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.

           "Do you want to have sex with me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.

           Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.

           "Wow…that was great…” the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.

           "Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.

           "What?”

           "Thanks for that.“ I smiled at her.

           "Wait…you didn’t have feelings for me?”

           "Oh…no. I’m not even sure who you are.“ I blinked.

           In the next second, I felt a sting on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just gotten slapped.

           "We’ve been in the same class for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.

           It was her fault for making assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress. 

          So with renewed vigor, I pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school, after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could think of to have her look my way.

           But she soon had enough.


           "I need you to stop this, Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“ Temptress crossed her arms angrily.

           "You’re the only girl I ever wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed desperately.

           "Jimin, whatever you think we were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every single time we had sex.“ she admitted.

           I gawked at her, not believing what I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.

           "Jimin. You’re forcing your ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”

           "But you have a boyfriend?“

           She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott, fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long as I can though.”

           I collapsed on my knees, overwhelmed.

           "Goodbye Jimin.“

           As she walked away, I felt my world crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?

           I was filled with doubts and trust issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten rejected.

           To make matters worse, the girl that had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get close enough to use them for their body. 

           I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed. 

           And finally, one day, as I stared at myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.

           "Fine. If it’s a playboy they see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”

           I accepted my fate, and became the bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along, but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted. Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.

           No longer was I friend zoned. No longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.

           Until of course, I fell in love with someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life ever!

           Yet, when I received an ominous letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.

2.2: THE REUNION (COMING TOMORROW)

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You

Summary: Not requested, but based on the Arctic Monkeys song with the same name. Josh wants to stop the drudgery of everyday life whilst off tour in favor of a life with you. 1000 Follower special.

Warnings: Rough, unprotected sex. Drinking, Dirty talk,

Rating: Mature

A/N: This is one of my first mature fics and for the 1000 follower special. How  is so special? Well it’s my first ever smut so get ready for 1900 words of sin. (It’s pretty crap btw)

Tag List:  @marrsox  @littlemrsbeliever  @b0rky


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