can you feel my frustrations yet or

You don’t know passive aggression until you’ve been in Jack’s car when she’s pissed off with Geoff. Jolts and jerks and sudden brakes, hairpin turns and sickening spins, her face utterly blank as she tunes out their screaming. And there is always screaming, hardened criminals or not there is no fear like rocketing through incoming traffic at top-speed while the driver fumes in silence, no equivalent feeling to the alarm when she takes a sudden unplanned detour off road, bouncing overs hills and into ditches with reckless abandon, always right on the edge of losing control.

It’s a rare occurrence, thank the gods, Jack’s temper is usually loud and fleeting when it’s aimed at a crew-mate, but on the occasions when they really butt heads Geoff has always had a special ability to wind her up. Always had trouble admitting when he was in the wrong, refusing to just apologise, mocking any argument she comes up with rather than talking it out like an adult. So eventually Jack stops talking and Geoff, like a fool, always thinks it’s a victory.

Which eventually leads them here, crammed on top of each other and held captive by child locks and the inability to survive leaping from the speeding car, clutching at handles and handguns, at any part of each other they can reach, caught between fearing the end and praying for a speedy death. Because of course Geoff can’t help himself, has to press on open wounds even when the fight is over, has to poke the bear even when the bear is driving. Even when the bear has proven time and time again that at this point she’s prepared to drive them all straight into a grave rather than back down.

There is no pleading with Jack when she gets like that, not for the rest of the crew anyway, so when they’re caught in the crossfire it is always Geoff who catches their ire. As though sitting next to Jack in an arctic fury, being rattled around inside a little tin on wheels isn’t bad enough, Geoff inevitably finds himself dealing with a mutiny from the back seats. They make up for Jack’s silence tenfold, nauseous and unsettled their ultimatums are always particularly vicious, demanding his apology under threat of the unimaginable. Michael and Jeremy swear all kinds of bodily harm, Ryan has gotten halfway through upholding his promise to push Geoff out the window of the moving car, and once Gavin leaned forward and actually threw up on him.

When he does eventually give up, thoroughly disgruntled, legitimately worried for his life and snarling about the lack of respect in his shitty excuse for a crew, Geoff’s apology doesn’t lack sincerity. Jack, having not said a word throughout this whole exchange, lets him stew for a minute, speech rambling along with a distinct note of panic before she gives in, slows down, and laughs.  

EXO Reaction when they are  your guardian angel and fall in love with you

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*He’d appear in your dreams. They would be so confusing and leave a strange feeling but slowly you’ll start to look forward to them* “Do you know… they aren’t dreams but us meeting in another dimension… do you know… how much I love you?”


*He would be in pain, because no matter how much he wants, you can’t see him. So he would be waiting for a miracle, not to save you but to save himself* “Why… why can you see me? You are not supposed to see your guardian angel… why… why are you smiling at me? Aren’t you… scared?”


*He’d take a human world and watch over you like that. He knows he risks a lot, you’d probably think he’s stalking you but for him… knowing you are aware of his existence is enough* “I wonder… is she going to sit with me today? She’s walking this way… why am I feeling like this… why does she make me wish I could held her close”


*He’d slowly approach you. He’d never hide who he is but he wouldn’t say how he feels. He’d want you to fall for him on your own and not get mixed feelings by knowing he had fallen in love with you* “I can come back to visit you tomorrow if you want… like this I mean… in a human form… I would love to come”


*You’d probably catch him watching you in your sleep. Sitting next to you as he sings you a lullaby. You wouldn’t feel afraid though, because you had heard that song since you were a kid. You had always known someone out there loved you, even if you couldn’t see him*


*He’d always crave for your touch, for one glance coming from you. But he knows he can’t, he’s afraid he’d me assigned to someone else because of his feelings. So he would carry his love in silent, until one day he decides to break rules and fight for you* “I love you… I don’t care if I lose my wings.. I love you. You are everything to me”


*Though, being your guardian angel is kinda his job, he would never feel burdened by it. He loves doing it, he smiles while being with you, he does everything he can so you notice he’s there. But he doesn’t know why, he doesn’t know that his light comes from you and you’d probably realize it sooner than him. Because he shines so much you are actually able to see him but you are waiting for him to say something*


*Sometimes he’d be frustrated, frustrated you are so close and yet so far. Seeing you everyday is not enough anymore, he wants to be your all just like you are his* “Would you love me? If I were a normal boy? Would you love me… if I showed up at your door with wings on my back?”


*Sometimes, when he’s too sad you’d be able to feel him, see him even. You’d be able to hear him call your name. And one day you’d call his, because just like him, you want to be with that boy that seems to be there always for you*


*No one ever thought that the most disciplined angel would fall for his human. No one ever thought that someone would be able to take that heart of his. He never thought it would happen and it’s driving him mad. He wants to be with you but he also knows he has a duty. But don’t think he won’t find a solution to be with you, to give you his love*


*He’d be so proud of his human, he’d be so happy just with knowing you are okay. His eyes would shine whenever he hears your name but he would try to stay as your guardian angel and nothing else. But even when he watches you all the time, he seemed to not notice that you’ve been looking for a way to meet him. Because you feel it, something next to you, something really strong* “I never thought.. you’d be the one finding me… I never thought you’d be the one fighting for me”


*He’d be happy everyday, watching over you. Form him just being able to be there by your side even if you can’t see him, is enough* “Maybe one day.. maybe one day you’ll realize there’s someone watching over you”

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The Types as I Know Them (ENFP)

INTP - partner in crime award

They’re more responsible than me, LOL but I respect that. Smart artists who are interested in understanding the “how”. Generally level-headed people who know how to laugh. A solid ramble partner in crime. We can talk about things happily and intensely for hours which I really appreciate. When they’re passionate and it’s possible, the results are mind-blowing. They’re funny and loud when we’re together. The one who keeps my feet on the ground. And after you rest, my adventure buddy of choice. My best friend.

ISFJ - cutest type award

Hardworking, adorable humans. They’re some of the people I fear the least in the world because they just give off that kind of friendly but relaxed vibe around people. Considerate and quiet but open up around their friends. My pen pal and mom friend. They keep a distance like I’ve noticed with INFJs. I see one of them travelling and taking cute pictures all the time, but they are also extremely diligent (to the point of exhaustion) in their work ethic. A good person that I wish the best for.

ENFJ - hall of famer award

Can be judgmental to a fault sometimes, but they have high standards that they live by to an impressive extent. Always seems to be the one who cares the most about how people are feeling, checks on the one who feels down and picks up on it like magic. Popular from what I’ve seen, with charismatic energy and good taste. I think they’ve developed their functions well since they have a good balance of the emotional and concrete. Wants to see the world and feel the vibe.

INTJ - guru award

An interesting type for sure. We’re pretty different, but it’s intriguing, not frustrating. Needs space to process but until then is willing to sit with you and respond to conversations, especially if interested in the topic. Knowledgeable and straightforward, humorous and talented. I feel like you can learn a lot from them. Practical in their actions and words. If you don’t know about their silly streak, get ready. It’s one of my favorites.

INFJ - cup of tea award

Their minds are imaginative and yet grounded enough for me to vote them among the most likely of my friends to have a successful future. They’re sweet and studious, though they won’t tell you everything they’re thinking, and often the negative stuff escapes your immediate attention. Internally oriented and deep, and if opened up to you, surely a lifelong friend. Most likely to drink tea with you honestly, haha!

ISTJ - sure and true award

The ISTJ is your salt buddy with a sarcastic sense of humor. Honestly the best when I want to have a good laugh. They’re steadfast and logical, extremely intelligent, and focused on accomplishing their goals. They’re calm but have a good sense of humor and have some of the best smiles. Hard workers who are loyal. I know one who helped nurse a friend back to health and has often been able to perform well even under undeserving stress. A truly good person.

ENFP - bubbly award

Firecrackers who value close personal relationships more than anything. They talk through their concerns and are often very energetic and idealistic. Dream big and dream loud. Can be emotion-driven, and in need of processing time as well as a good amount of adventure. Often witty and, if they like you, going to tell you about their day in fantastical detail. Wear their hearts on their sleeves and see the world in maybes and could bes.

INFP - goals award

Supportive and does well at what they dedicate themselves to. Expect contemplative and sassy banter. An encouraging confidant, they lead with my auxilary function and are more of a processor first and a think out loud creator next, but neither is worse for the wear. Has chill comparatively haha and is refreshingly civil. Has a mind that’s aimed at all kinds of artistic endeavors. 10/10 would relax with again.

sippingchai  asked:

Let's switch it up, yeah? Submissive Shawn: Flustered. Begging. Gasping. Rutting. Etc. I COULD go on, but let's see what you got 😏

a/n: while writing this I was disturbed by Shawn tweeting some cryptic shit so sorry if it gets a bit weird in the middle. also, i love a challenge ;)

disclaimer: slight rough/dominant smut. Read at your own risk.

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Goldilocks || 10 (End)

Rated M (language, and suggestive content)

Warnings: handjob, fingering, just generally cringey stuff- yknow, the usual

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 7.9k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“If I didn’t know that you used that atrocity to jerk off, I’d ask if I could have it.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Bonus (All That Glitters)

Originally posted by jengkook

Part 10:

It takes a few minutes to get Jungkook to the car, but you finally coax him into the passenger’s seat. His cheek is already blotchy red, spiderwebbed with vivid crimson. It looks like his father doesn’t pull punches.

Scurrying back to the front of the apartment complex, you pick up the textbook you’d abandoned earlier before slipping into the small liquor store to grab the first thing you can out of the freezer section. Only when you’re purchasing it and get carded do you realize it’s alcohol. Hard cider. Perfect. Two birds, one stone.

Getting back into the driver’s seat, you hand Jungkook the bottle.

He looks like he wants to throw it back at you, but you hastily explain, “Put it on your cheek until we can get you an ice pack.”

“I’m not gonna-”

Do it.”

Jungkook presses the cold glass to his face, grumbling, but not loud enough that you can retort to any of it. The drive back to Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment is silent. You don’t really need directions anymore and you don’t have the energy or the desire to start a conversation. Apparently he doesn’t either.

What is there to say anyway? “Hey Jungkook, that sucks that your dad punched you?” Or “Sorry he’s an alcoholic?” Or maybe: “did you do something to piss him off because I think you’re an asshole and will project that image onto other parts of your life that you may or may not be responsible for or have control over?”

After parking, you lead the way up to the apartment door and immediately steer Jungkook into the kitchen, where you sit him down and none too gently press an ice pack to his face. You may have helped him with his textbook, but that doesn’t mean you’re about to make friendship bracelets and sing Kumbaya around a campfire. You take the bottle of hard cider from him and open it quickly, taking a swig.

The house is quiet.

From what you can see, Yoongi and Jimin have left the living room. Where have they gone? It’s not really your business, but you will have questions for the younger man later. As of now, you have questions for someone else.

You turn to Jungkook.

He probably won’t answer many, if any of them, but with your scalp aching from where Jungkook’s father had grabbed the hair at the back of your head, you’re hoping he’ll at least be able to tell you what’s going on.

Of course, his immediate response is, “It’s none of your fucking business.”

“Look, that man attacked me and I think I have a right to know why.”

Jungkook shifts his weight in the chair, scowling, “I already told you, I fucked a random girl in-”

“No, both you and I know that was bullshit,” you retort. “So take a moment, stop acting twelve, be a man, be vulnerable, and tell me why I got assaulted over a damn textbook.”

The golden haired boy’s gaze stays pinned on his feet, eyebrows knitted, looking like a chastised child. The silence sits heavily in the room. You don’t move. You don’t look away.

Jungkook finally mumbles, “My mom is filing for a divorce.”

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anonymous asked:

DK jealous sex

wdym it’s obvious this isn’t my strength,, I honestly had a whole bunch of problems writing this and had to make a compromise of a kind in order to be able to finish this, so it’s most likely not what you’re all expecting and looking forward to, sadly. but I hope at least a few of you like it! sorry!

in which this is honestly much closer to “Seokmin gets jealous and you have sex” than it is to “jealous sex” per se….. if you want a proper smut with a very jealous and dominant seokmin i’m afraid you might want to request on another blog if you haven’t already :c

You were spending the evening at Seventeen’s dorm, and the further the evening proceeded, the more Seokmin was eyeing you with a small frown on his face, although it gradually developed into a more prominent one. At first he hadn’t minded you being with Mingyu - as much as the handsome, tall male made him feel insecure on a few levels - but with the two of you standing rather close to each other and obviously having a good time, he was unable to shake off the feeling building up inside of him.

He wasn’t particularly fond of the ugly feeling known as jealousy, but he could easily identify the heavy feeling as just that, in its purest form. While he wasn’t exactly prone to feeling that way, there was something about his groupmate that had him on the edge.

Seokmin moved closer to you and Mingyu, trying to appear like he was focusing on his phone, when in reality most of his attention was on you and Mingyu and stealing glances at you every now and then.

It wasn’t until when Mingyu told you he had been working out and showed you his arm muscles that Seokmin fully put his phone away to put all of his attention on you. Your eyebrows rose when you saw the muscles in front of you, indeed much more defined than the last time you had seen them, and you found your hand running up and down Mingyu’s bicep.

“No kidding,” you said in awe and slowly moved your gaze to Mingyu’s deep brown eyes. “They’re huge.”

By then, Seokmin decided that he had had enough, and got up from the couch he had been sitting on before walking to you and slowly wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “What’s up, you two?”

You smiled at Seokmin, oblivious to how tense he was. “Mingyu was just showing me the results of his workouts.”

Mingyu gave Seokmin a toothy grin and nodded, his left bicep still bare with the sleeve of his T-shirt rolled up. Seokmin gave the two of you a slow nod and turned more to you. “Could you come with me, Y/N?”

You tilted your head a little, but reached for Seokmin’s hand either way when he had unwrapped his arm from your waist and turned away a little. “Sure..?”

He led you to the smallest of the bedrooms in the dorm, being the one he shared with Soonyoung and Joshua, and closed and locked the door behind you. You looked at him confusion.

“Is everything okay, Seokmin?” you asked and placed your hand on his left bicep, holding it lightly. He let out a deep sigh and placed his hands on your hips, his gaze intense as he stared into your eyes.

“We all know Mingyu’s tall and handsome and all, you don’t need to… I don’t know, boost his confidence, you know,” Seokmin said with a frustrated frown. “He can have a bunch of other girls tell him that, but you’re my girlfriend. I know it’s selfish, but I just… really didn’t like what happened back there.”

He was doing his best to put his feelings into words without sounding too jealous, and by the end of his words you were giving him a small smile while playing with his hair.

“Did you get jealous?” you asked, your voice both soft yet teasing. Seokmin nodded with a serious expression, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise when he held you a bit tighter and pulled you closer.

“You could say that,” he said with a low voice and lowered his head so that he could place a kiss on your neck. “You know I don’t particularly want you to flirt with other guys.”

You rolled your eyes good-humoredly and sighed quietly when Seokmin sucked on your skin lightly. “I wasn’t flirting with him, Seokmin. We were just talking.”

“Why do you think he insisted on showing you his muscles?” Seokmin asked, his fingers slowly raising the hem of your shirt so that they could sneak their way up your sides under your shirt. You swallowed, shivering under his touch while continuing playing with his hair.

“I just assumed he wanted to share his results,” you said in a mere mumble, closing your eyes when Seokmin sucked on the sensitive skin at the area where your neck joined with your shoulder, and let out a content sigh.

Wrong. He wanted you to feel them up - which you did - and I know for a fact that your attention is what he wants the most,” Seokmin said against your skin and unhooked your bra under your shirt. You tugged at his hair as a sign that you wanted to see his face, and so he pulled his head back a little, his hands caressing your back.

“You really don’t trust him with me, do you?” you asked, slightly amused, and looked into Seokmin’s eyes.

“Not really, no,” he admitted and gave you a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

You giggled, and while putting words together in your mind, took off your shirt and let your bra straps slide down your arms until the garment fell to the floor. With your upper body bare, you wrapped your arms around Seokmin’s neck and clung onto him, bringing your mouth close to his ear. “I think I get you, so it’s fine. If I saw you being touchy with an attractive woman who I knew fancied you, I would get jealous, too.”

Seokmin slid his hands into your jeans from the back and cupped your ass, pulling you flush against himself, which made you gasp. “Are you saying Mingyu’s attractive?”

Knowing you were more or less playing with fire, you pulled back enough to be able to give Seokmin a challenging look while biting your lower lip lightly, intentionally obviously. “Well, isn’t he?”

His jaw tightened a little, and you realized pretty fast that it was surprisingly hot to look at, sending tingles of excitement down your spine.

Seokmin swallowed and squeezed your ass in his hands. He was about to say something, but you brought your forefinger to his lips and smiled. When you leaned in to whisper to his ear, Seokmin could feel blood start to rush to his groin.

“Won’t you show me how upset you are about him?”

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist with a grin spreading to your lips, while Seokmin looked at you with hooded eyes, his jaw still tight. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Seokmin took a few quick steps to his bed and lay you down on it. You kept your legs wrapped around him and pulled him down for a hungry kiss, meanwhile Seokmin ran his hands up and down your sides, teasing your breasts with his thumbs every now and then, until he began opening the button of your jeans.

“Shouldn’t your shirt come off first?” you asked against his lips and tugged at his shirt so that the hem rose enough to show his abs. Seokmin let out a low chuckle and got up enough for you to be able to pull his shirt over his head excitedly.

“Did Mingyu get you that excited about arms?” he asked teasingly when you began stroking his toned arms as soon as his shirt was gone, and you gave him a playful smirk.

“Oh, baby,” you said with a shake of your head and lifted your upper body enough to be able to give him a kiss on his jawline. “I’ve been excited about your arms since the first time I saw them.”

Seokmin felt a surge of pride and confidence at your words, and smiled at you. “That’s good to know.”

You hummed against his lips and continued stroking his arms, feeling up the muscles with your hold tightening a little when Seokmin began slowly grinding into you, both of you still wearing your jeans. With his hands massaging your breasts and fingers teasing your nipples, you couldn’t help but whimper quietly as his hips continued pushing into yours.

At that, Seokmin smirked. “I see how it is.”

Without giving you time to reply - not that you were going to, anyway - Seokmin began rubbing your nipples and ground into you a bit harder than before, his breathing growing heavier little by little as his cock began hardening in his pants. You continued kissing him, your tongue playing with his eagerly even when your hips began bucking against his every time he pushed into them, and you could already feel just how aroused and desperate for his touch you were.

“I’ll fuck you real soon,” Seokmin mumbled against your lips, like he had read your mind, and slowly broke away from your kiss to unzip both of your jeans, first his and then yours, and also got up to get rid of his pants and underwear. While he did that, you pushed your own jeans and panties down your legs and completely off, throwing them to the floor, where they were joined by Seokmin’s.

With both of you now bare, Seokmin got back on top of you and grinned against your lips, his half-hard cock rubbing into your already slightly wet pussy.

“I hope you’ll own up to your words soon,” you said with a content sigh, reaching to Seokmin’s muscular thighs that you so much loved while he continued his earlier grinding against you. He chuckled, both at your words and your hands grabbing him almost desperately, and gave you a long, passionate kiss.

“I will, don’t you worry,” he said quietly, but didn’t particularly change his actions for another while. You occasionally moved your hands up to his ass, then back down to his thighs, and just enjoyed the way it felt to have his cock rubbing into your wetness while it grew harder and you got wetter.

You kissed for most of the time he spent grinding into you, your tongues playing with each other and his lips feeling incredibly soft against yours, as much as his kisses weren’t soft. By the end of it all, you started to get whinier and whinier, unwilling to come until you had really gotten some.

Seokmin chuckled when he realized that, and broke away from the kiss to get up and grab a condom from his nightstand. You panted while watching him, some of his skin glistening a little with a thin layer of sweat, his abs slightly defined and the whole man just utterly gorgeous in general, from head to toe.

And admittedly, considering the heat of the moment, your gaze locked on his cock for a good while as you appreciated the size and look of it and got even more excited than you already were when Seokmin had gotten the condom out of its wrappings and put it on himself.

“Come on,” you urged him and opened your legs and arms invitingly, the gaze you gave him being just as pleading. He grinned and returned to you, caressing your body while finding a good position for himself.

When Seokmin finally pushed inside of you, you let out a satisfied moan, your legs hoisted over his shoulders and your hands trying to reach for his hair. His grin didn’t leave his face as he leaned down enough for you to do just that, and while you played with his hair, he began thrusting, slow and deep.

“Faster,” you begged almost immedaitely with a pout and a pleading look in your eyes, but only got a shake of his head from Seokmin.

“We’re just getting started, baby,” he said huskily, leaned down to give you a quick kiss and continued his slow thrusts, each of which only made you needier.

You whined, so turned on that in all honesty all you needed and wanted was him to fuck you hard and fast, but made no more complaints. Instead, you began massaging your breasts and shut your eyes, focusing solely on how your hands felt on your skin and how amazing it felt to have Seokmin push into you, his cock filling you up just perfectly.

It wasn’t easy on his end, either, though, because while he wanted to tease you a little, it required all of his self-control not to start ramming into you - that’s just how intoxicated he was, being so deep in you when you were so wet and letting out the most beautiful, pleased moans whenever he thrust in.

So, it wasn’t too much later that he groaned quietly and straightened his back, now standing on his knees, and began fucking you just as fast and hard as you had wanted him to. You let out a moan louder than you intended to, since neither of you quite wanted the other members to know what you were doing (although you figured some probably knew anyway, if from nothing else, then the creaking of the bed and the sound of skin slamming against skin), and gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Seokmin watched you in awe, his hands running up and down your legs and his lips slightly parted as he thrust into your dripping pussy and eyed hungrily the way your breasts moved with every movement of his and how your back arched a little every now and then.

“Do you feel good?” he asked, voice rough, and bent down a little, pushing your legs lower in the process, which allowed him to thrust a bit deeper.

You gasped at the sudden increase in the depth of his thrusts and held the sheets so hard that your knuckles were starting to turn white. Even as you spoke, your voice was shaky and had a whimpering edge to it. “So good, Seokmin.”

He grunted, loving how it was clearly audible even in your voice that you were loving each and every thrust that he delivered. Placing his hands on either side of your torso, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, during which you moved your hold from the sheets to his arms, holding onto them for dear life as his hips continued meeting yours.

From your position, you weren’t able to buck your hips against his as much as you would’ve wanted to, but the feeling of Seokmin moving inside of you, stretching you as pleasantly as he always did, was more than enough.

Your moans got higher in pitch and you had more and more trouble muffling them, and you could feel your orgasm building up inside of you already. Trying to keep your voice steady yet failing at it, you spoke while feeling up Seokmin’s arm muscles. “I’m, ah, close.”

He groaned: he had seen your words coming, as it was almost obvious with how dripping wet you were around him and how your pussy was starting to clench rhythmically around his cock. Without a reply, he moved his right hand from the bed to between your bodies, his thumb reaching your clit amidst his thrusts.

“You’re mine,” Seokmin whispered to your ear while pushing deep into you with his thumb rubbing your clit, which threw you over the edge as you clung onto him and came around him.

“I’m yours,” you whined as he rode you through your orgasm while chasing his own, his thrusts just as hard and deep as the ones before.

Soon he released into the condom, too, and gently let your legs down from his shoulders and caressed your sides. You remained still for a while, with him burying his face into your chest and you holding his head as you caught your breath.

When he had gotten rid of the condom, he lay down next to you on his bed and took you into his arms, his hand stroking your arm slowly. If you had seen his face, you would’ve seen just how troubled he looked, with the earlier jealousy mostly dissipated and the heat of the moment during which he had said his previous words long gone. “I hope you know I don’t think you’re actually mine. I just–”

“I know what you mean,” you said with a smile and looked into Seokmin’s eyes. “And I hope you know that if you ever act like you really own me, it’ll be time to say goodbye.”

He chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to your slightly puffy lips. “If I ever act like that… help me come to my senses, will you?”

You smiled softly and stroked Seokmin’s hair. “I will. But Seokmin… You really don’t need to worry about Mingyu. He might be attractive and all that, but you’re the only one I want - the only one I love. Even if you don’t trust him, try to trust me, please?”

Seokmin gave you a kiss on the top of your head and held you close to himself. “I will.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you make a mx reaxtiob for the rest of the members when they're horny?

Hi~ Sure!

When the boys are horny (Kihyun, Jooheon, Hyungwon & I.M)

Kihyun; Kihyun wouldn’t show it to you if he was horny straight away, he would do it slowly and step by step, at first gently rubbing your arm with his fingertips, then he’d move his hand down to your waist. If you didn’t pay any attention to his touches, he’d rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb on it while he leaned in to whisper into your ear that he’s feeling in the mood. “Baby? I’m feeling a little horny.. Can you help me out with my problem?” And before you could answer, he’d lay you down on the couch and climb on top of you, “Let me make you feel good.”, and press his lips against yours, his hands sliding up your thighs, squeezing them a little. 

Jooheon; This boy would be shameless when it came to him being horny. He’d be up and straight forward with you. For example, if he got home from work all stressed, yet horny and frustrated because he hasn’t seen you all day, he wouldn’t even say ‘Hi’ to you. He’d walk up to you and pull you close to him by your waist, pressing his lips against yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth, slowly backing you up against the wall. Once he broke the kiss, he’d kiss down your neck, sucking and biting, and he wouldn’t even need to speak, it would be obvious what he wanted. 

Hyungwon; I feel like Hyungwon would be extra affectionate with you. He’d be sitting on the bed, waiting for you to come out of the shower. Once you did, he’d smile a little bit, admiring your body. “Hey.. Come here?” He’d ask and once you walked over to him, he’d take your hands into his, “Come sit on my lap, babygirl.” You’d be hella confused tho like you’re only in a towel and he’s acting all weir-oh. That’s when you’d realize what he wants.So you’d straddle him and he’d slowly take the towel off, leaving you naked on his lap, with his hands running down your back and his lips on your skin. 

I.M; Changkyun would be a little shy to initiate sex at first, but if he was really horny, he would. For example if you two were about to go to sleep, he’d hug you from behind and nuzzle his face into the back of your neck. He’d gently press kisses to your neck, and his hand would slip under your shirt. “Changkyun-ah..What are you doing?” “..Baby, i’m horny.” He’d mumble against your neck and slowly turn you on your back while he’d climb on top of you, slowly sliding your shirt up and leaning down to press kisses on your tummy and up to your chest. 


the use of diamonds in endless summer: a rant

as someone who’s played through endless summer without spending literally one (1) diamond—a lot of the enjoyment that comes from playing the game is saturated by the desire to spend diamonds in order to get a happy (or happier) ending. the book is no longer reliant on the player’s actions to produce an good outcome, but instead on how much money the player has rolling around in their bank account at the time. it’s… not good.

this got really long (WARNING: this is super fucking long (by super fucking long i mean +1,500 words long, so super fucking long), i was fueled by rage and pretty much nothing else), so i had to split it into parts. yeah.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 4: Chicago cont.

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 3 - Part 5

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3167

Author’s Note: Yiiiikes! This is a long one. I haven’t even started the next one and I have visitors for a few days so it will be a bit before I have part 5, so I hope you enjoy this extra long one in the meantime!

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

After the baseball game, and a full day of driving and roller coasters before that, everyone’s more than happy to spend the night stretching out around the hotel room. While we might be enjoying a night in, Y/N insists that guy’s day must continue, if even just quietly. She made sure we stopped on the way home from the game for drinks and demanded that we pick a line-up of terrible, aggressive, mostly plotless movies while she ordered a pizza. Well several pizzas. She knows Sam can really pack it away.

Today I honestly can’t remember why she drives me so crazy all the time. Today she’s fucking perfect. Who the hell would be ok with burning in the sun all day at a baseball game and then coming back to beer, pizza, and shitty action movies with the three of us? We’re more than a handful but she’s relaxed and it seems easy to her, but I know she’s going out of her way at every turn. I can’t figure out exactly when I started thinking about her like this but it’s a problem. A big fucking problem.

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Still Hella Broke

So, I’ve officially been cut off.

My family moved out and drained me dry before they left. And now any money that goes into the account I’m not allowed to use.

After THREE YEARS of giving them nearly everything I had to support them, they tell me it’s unfair for them to have to help me when they have their own expenses.

Even though I starved for months because I supported them.

And yes, I mean starved. Some days I was lucky to get like a 3rd of what I need to survive.

I still haven’t found a job yet, and it’s been difficult. I’m not asking for handouts or anything like that. I’m looking for commissions. If you want to donate that’s fine but I’m looking for work.

It’s really frustrating because I haven’t been able to support anyone for the last month. I feel so damn useless right now because I haven’t had work for a month.

Please. If you can’t help then if you can reblog this that would be great.

These are my prices, and if you have any interest or questions, feel free to message me here on tumblr (florageist, spoopydoodle, OR askrebootbendy) or on deviantart, or by email ( or

I also have a Ko-Fi button on those three blogs if you would like to help through that.

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Guardian (XIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: R

Word Count: 3,668

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

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My working in progress of the Thunderbirds Are Go Challenge.  Alan is trying very hard to not reveal his identity to Frank while Frank is trying very hard to act like he’s normal.

Which one will break first?

BTS x Daddy Imagines

{While I’m finishing the Jimin x Reader x Yoongi smut I promised, here are some Daddy Imagines to say thank you for sticking with me during my illness - I’m back sweeties 😇🌈}


• The sweetest most protective and sensual Daddy, he wants to cuddle you all night, have your scent all around him and kiss your cheeks till they’re pink and hot.
• Stretches you so deep and wide, eats you so sweet, foreplay so long to prepare you for him.
• Needs you holding on and digging into his shoulders with your nails, moaning his name all hot and breathless, his goal is to see you in your most vulnerable state with him.
• “Does that feel good Jagi? Does it feel good when I hit it there?”


• The most romantic and thoughtful Daddy always surprising you with his extra time and cute gifts, giving you Eskimo kisses and making you laugh, even when he’s having the worst day you make his eyes light up with happiness.
• Expect relaxed dates in the prettiest places and passionate make outs when you return home, always asking if you enjoyed the evening as much as he did. Tucking you up in bed with him just so he can snuggle close to you, letting his gentle hands wonder beneath your pj’s, his soft lips against your neck, the slightest hint of his teeth grazing your flesh.
• Before you know it the pj’s are thrown off along with his gentlemanly ways as he’s all energy and unrestrained moans in your ears. Your voices echo from the walls as he slips inside…
• “Ohh Jagi, its so wet and slippery for me, you really like me this much?”  


• Intensely territorial and endlessly playful Daddy, he wants you all to himself and when you’re alone expect play fights ending in feverish neck kisses as he inhales your delicate scent till he elicits the wanton moaning sounds he needs to hear.
• Works you up till its too much, till the deep wet ache makes you beg, till he’s high on your screams as you feel his size.
• Needs you to challenge him just so he can show his control by beating you harder, pulling your hair, slapping your ass raw all while keeping intense eye contact.
• “Ooohh fuck Jagi. You’re taking every inch of me, look how deep your pussy is letting me go. Look how much you needed me.”  


• The gentlest and most romantic Daddy ever, looks after you like you’re a fucking Queen, with exquisite dinners and squishy relaxed evenings on the couch, he always makes sure to soften you up so well, always wanting you to be ready for him and the night he has planned.
• Expect brand new lingerie for Daddy’s pleasure just so he can watch the blush rise in your cheeks as he exposes you slowly, kissing every inch of your flesh. Orgasms are guaranteed with his patient and relentless tongue, causing your every nerve chills along with your moans of ecstasy as you arch against him.
• Needs your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he hits you slow and deep, waiting till after your 1st, 2nd, 3rd climax to really lose his control.
• “Jagi just hold on so tight to me, can you feel how wet you are?" 


• The ultimate kinky power Daddy, he’s a fireball of experimentalism swinging from chasing you around the house like a Labrador pup trying to tickle you till you squeal, to scorching make out sessions all deep tongue kisses and hair pulling.
• Toys with you like you’re his personal property with nothing off limits, kitten play, restraints, anal and oral training, but every second you feel his soft touches, his sweet kisses, his reassurance and safety cradling you.
• Wants you loud and shameless AF as you feel his veins pressing against your walls raw, expect to come undone too quick and be punished until you squirt.
• "Jagiya if you start gushing I’m going to beat it so hard. It feels so good on my cock when you squirt around me.”


• The OG Daddy dom who just happens to be the softest cuddle mon in existence, expect him always holding your hand in public proud AF that you’re his and constantly making you laugh by being unintentionally adorable.
• Don’t be fooled by his softness, he has an insatiable wild side and can often take his pent up frustrations out on you to the extremes of your pleasure, it can become brutal and erotic in ways you’ve never felt with another man.
• You’ll be pushed to your absolute limit and through it all he’ll be holding you and soothing you with kisses as you feel his size.
• “Baby… You’re so fucking tight, and there’s still only half of my cock inside." 


• A zero to one hundred real fast Daddy always acting reserved and sometimes cold around others, yet when he gets you home, holy fuck, expect him to become instantly squishy even without words.
• Don’t tease him unless you want to be dragged to the bedroom to give Daddy a lap-dance as he slowly strips you and rewards you with INSANE oral capabilities, expect multiple orgasms and deep tongue fucking as your hands pull in his hair.
• He wants to see you ride it like a pro and impale yourself on his throne like the fucking princess you are as his hands reach up softly for your breasts.
• "Fucking shit Jagiya, look how your pussy is swallowing my cock…" 

Hope you sweeties enjoyed these, please let me know if you’d like more ~ Admin Laura Cathrine 🎀

The Joker x Reader - “5 Minutes”

After a nasty concussion you got 2 months ago during a car chase where Batsy was involved, you developed a strange ability: for 5 minutes every day you can read minds. It happens at random times, you never know when it’s going to hit. It’s not necessarily a good thing…or a bad thing…

Friday, 3:25pm

You must be kidding me, you gasp, getting up from your loveseat, enraged as you can be and you go kick the desk, pushing all his papers on the floor.

“What the hell, Y/N?!”The Joker spins in his chair, turning towards you, wanting to start a whole tirade about how much you annoy him when you do random shit like this.

“Why are you thinking about Lexi’s boobs, huh?” you smack your lips, feeling your blood boiling. (she’s the new bartender at the club)

Dammit, J thinks, I’m busted. You couldn’t have read his mind at a worst moment so he tries to fix it:

“I was just accidentally thinking about that, Doll, and…”

You don’t care and block his attempt:

“Mine are not good enough for you?! I’m a G-cup; what do you need, triple G???!! You wanna suffocate with these airbags?”

He takes a deep breath and grins, knowing he might talk his way out of it:

“Daddy likes your airbags, ok? They’re purrrrrfect,” he purrs, slowly pulling you in his arms, wishing you would let it go. “Are you jealous?” he winks and you slap his hands away, annoyed.

“You suck!” you kick his foot, taking a couple of steps back.

“Where are you going, Pumpkin?” J inquires, irritated he got in trouble for such a trivial thing (in his opinion).

“I’m gonna go and stare at our henchmen’s butts and see which one looks nicer!!!” you yell, already heading out of the office.

“Don’t you dare, Y/N, come back here!” he growls, following you so he can set you up straight.


Saturday, 9:57pm

Next day you evade him as much as you can and decide to go for a drive after dark. You are still livid from the day before and decide to take it out on a jewelry store you kind of had your eyes on for a while, breaking inside and smashing all the fragile glass counters, deciding to keep just a necklace for yourself when…

Fuck, you freeze for a few seconds when you realize Batsy is close, watching, probably waiting for you to notice him. You feel kind of stupid because you only have the baseball bath with you but your ability couldn’t find a better time to kick in for today.

You sniffle, placing the bath on your shoulder, and ask:

“Why do you keep on thinking about Bruce Wayne? Do you know him?”
Batsy is shocked; he doesn’t know what to do with this so he doesn’t move a muscle when you keep on yapping:

“Are you related or something? All I see in your mind is that name,” you tilt your head to the side and smile; and my God, he freaks out and doesn’t show it when you wink at him (he just thought about it for a second but you caught it):

“Oh, thank you, they’re real. Mister J loves them too… supposedly,” you scoff and look down at your low cut top, passing your fingers through your hair. “Are you taking me to Arkham?” and you bend over because a very shiny diamond on the floor got your attention. ”Hey, don’t think that about my boyfriend!” you snap, kneeling so you can collect your treasure. Batsy didn’t say a word and he has no clue what the hell is going on, but you sure seem to know what’s in his mind. When you look up again, he’s gone.

You’ve never been more confused in your life; you thought you will for sure be locked away which will happen soon anyway if you don’t run: the police sirens are getting closer and closer.


Sunday, 8:17am

The following morning you wake up, stretching and realizing J is not next to you - probably taking a shower and…it hits you for the present day. After a few seconds you hold your breath, stunned at the revelation: Oh my God, no way! And you jump out of bed, dashing in the bathroom, yanking the shower curtain to the side and just stare at him with the widest, creepiest grin ever:

“That’s your real name, baby??!!”

“Huh?” he turns towards you with soap in his eyes, trying to rinse his face. “What?” he makes you repeat because he didn’t quite hear you the first time.

“I know your real name, you were just thinking about it!” and your smirk gets even wider, if that’s possible.

“Are you kidding me?!” The Joker snarls, gazing at you with his mouth opened in frustration, debating on what to do.

“I knew it your name doesn’t even start with a J, I just flipping knew it !“ You suddenly sulk, furrowing your eyebrows, “Hey, stop thinking about killing me!…Stop it I said!”

“Then stop reading my mind, woman!!!” he splashes you with water, feeling homicidal and you try to ignore it:

I can’t help it, you know that. Can I call you by your real name?”

“NO!” he slaps your shoulder but you don’t even care and get inside the shower with him, totally smitten.

“What about when we have sex?”

“No way!” he protests yet you get in his face, keeping that eerie smile on your lips. Right when you thought he can’t surprise you anymore…

“It’s suuuchhh a cool, unique name, I reaalllyyy dig it!” you roar, kissing him and getting such an urge to spend the day in the bedroom. “Sexiest name ever!”

The Joker doesn’t really react for a few moments but then he kisses you back as you grumble, locking your hands around his neck, enjoying the warm water on your skin:

“I said stop thinking about killing me!”

I can’t help it,” he mocks your voice, actually telling the truth. Yeap, you know it too since you can still hear his thoughts.


Monday, 1:31pm

You walk alongside Frost, holding his arm, focusing on walking normal since J went crazy on you yesterday. He was sooo pissed you found out one of his secrets that no living soul is supposed to know. Jonny is confessing how much he hates the latest missions because they are getting more and more dangerous when…here it comes for today.

You would leave?!” you detach from his hand, astound while reading his mind. “You would just leave??!!!” Your eyes get watery and he doesn’t know what to say seeing how flustered you got.

“What’s going on?” J wants to find out when he catches up with the two of you. “Did you say something to my girl?” he barks at Frost after seeing your tears. “Nobody makes her cry but me, understood?” he continues to lecture while you don’t hear anything, too distressed about what Jonny was thinking.

“YOU!!!!!!!!!” you suddenly shout, interrupting The Joker’s discourse, pointing your finger at Frost, fed up with all the crap: “You don’t deserve me as your best friend!!!” and you are so mad your body shakes. “AND YOU!!!!!” your finger is now pointing towards J, “You don’t deserve me as your girlfriend!!!!”

You take a few deep breaths, letting it all out and even more irritating information comes up:

“Stop thinking about killing me!!!!!!!!!” you address J so loud all the other henchmen halt what they’re doing around the warehouse, puzzled on what’s going down with your little group. “YOU BOTH SUCK!!!”

You can’t even be there anymore so you turn on your high hills and strut away, not wanting to hear what’s going on in anybody’s brain anymore. But it’s not up to you; your daily 5 minutes are still here.

Yes, they are real, OK????!!!!” you yell at all the guys on your way out, pointing at your cleavage, exasperated that so many have doubts about it. For once, you would just love to silence all the voices in your head and since you are aware you can’t, it really pushes you to the limit as you storm outside the building.

“Who was thinking that way about my Princess, YOU JERKS?????” The Joker’s angry rant resonates behind you before the heavy metal doors shutting down cut off all the sound.


Tuesday, 6:21pm

You drove away to your house on the secluded small patch of beach you own on the coast because you really need a break.  Your ability hits and for once you don’t have somebody around; it feels really good not to deal with reading minds. You blocked J’s and Frost’s phone numbers, this way they won’t bother you. Sure as hell they will try and that’s not an option for now.

* Frost was thinking about leaving on vacation, not permanently, tired as he can be after all the assignments but you didn’t let him finish his thoughts since you panicked and lashed out. On the other hand, J really had murderous intent in his mind- again. That was genuine. He’s such a sweetheart…*


Wednesday, 10:01am

You are finally finished with the morning walk along the shoreline and you are heading back to the house. It’s so nice and warm you can actually get away with wearing your favorite two piece bathing suit without feeling cold.

You slide the glass panel and tread inside.

“Oh,” you frown, seeing him in the kitchen, twiddling with your cell phone.

“What kind of greeting is that, hm?” J moves his elbows towards the end of the kitchen counter, not lifting his eyes up, concentrating on his task. “There, I’m unblocked,” he sighs, sliding your phone towards the center of the table. “Nobody blocks my number, Pumpkin, especially you, got it?” he bites his lip, huffing so you get the point faster. “You can keep Frost blocked thought,” the suggestion is fast to follow.

You gulp, noticing what he has on: the nerve on this man! He is sporting (try to keep yourself together) the purple shirt of sex, your absolute favorite. This shirt does things to you and he is very aware of it.

“Wh-what are you wearing?” you utter, feeling your heart skipping a beat.

“A shirt, Y/N,” he responds, the level of sass going up pretty high.

You take a few steps towards him and glance at that almost unbuttoned, enchanting piece of clothing, but have the confidence to mumble:

“I’m staying here for a while and you’re not welcomed, so…” and you show him the exit.

“HA!” The Joker sarcastically grins, slowly approaching and it gives you goose bumps.

“Y-you and your shirt stay away from me, alright?” you try to bargain without success. That shirt and those eyes sure are a lethal combo.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s just a shirt,” he insists, no doubt having some plan regarding the whole thing.

“Stay away, I mean it,” you sniffle, backing out more. “I’m not sleeping with you and I don’t want to…ummm… talk to you.” Wow, that sounds so fake it makes you hate yourself instantly.

“Good, makes two of us,” J shamelessly lies without blinking, being so close you can smell his cologne. Jesus, your favorite one: you’re so screwed.


“I don’t want to!” you stop his hand pulling down on your bikini.

He just snickers with a devious expression on his face, forcing you against the wall.

“I-I really don’t want to,” you fight the sensation and for some reason manage not to lose your shit.

My God he’s a good kisser, you think when his lips find yours and you close your eyelids, moaning; he doesn’t see it coming when you push him away:
“That’s enough, p-please take your shirt and go!” BUT, luckily (or unluckily) it kicks in for today:


That freaky smile flourishes on your face once more as you read his mind.

“Really???” you whimper, emotional at that split moment he thought about it. “You love me?”

“What?!” he scoffs, so vexed your ability always hits when he is thinking about stuff he doesn’t want you to know. “No way, I barely tolerate you!” J attempts to save his pride but you sure have that bizarre, unsettling sparkle in your eyes that makes him tense.

You giggle, not giving a damn he is denying it, signaling him to come to you.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, woman,” he bitterly mutters but approaches regardless.

“I don’t have to,” you whisper, happy like never before and elbow him in the next second:

“Seriously??!!! Stop thinking about killing me!”

He starts chuckling and you tug on his shirt, antagonized:

“Are you… are you thinking it on purpose to annoy me?”

“Ahhhh, I wouldn’t know, Kitten, you’re the mind reading expert,” The Joker lifts you in his arms, making sure not to think about how much he likes you (in his own way) by the time the 5 minutes are up.

Too late, you already know.

Also read- MASTERLIST:

ok hi guys

for those asking for it, this is a post about 7x10

but please keep in mind these are my own opinions and feelings and I don’t mean to influence anyone with them whatsoever

I do also have a theory which I’ll be including at the bottom because reasons

click the cut if you feel like listening to me ramble

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The Maid | Part 5

Summary: You just got a job as a maid for seven boys. You were confused as to why seven boys couldn’t clean up after themselves but you disregarded it and took the job anyway.

chapter details: smut while been waiting for you lil horny creatures kljglkdgjglgd

Part 5: Only Taste You’ll Get… For Now (2)

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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.”


           "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.”


           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.


           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.


           "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.


Making amends

Asked by Anonymous

Hi!!Could you do an imagine where Minho and the reader hate each other and always get into argument but one argument gets very heated and they end up making out? Thanks!

Fandom: The maze runner
Pairing: Reader x Minho
Words: 1007
Rating: T
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You're Good Enough || Remus Lupin x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: May I request a Young!Remus with a Ravenclaw!Reader who thinks that she’s not smart enough for Ravenclaw and asks Remus to help her with studying and while they talk the Reader shows her secret nerdy side (you can choose the topic) and Remus reassures her about her intelligence? Just some nice fluff please >3]]

ahhhh I love writing so much ;w; I can’t seem to stop.

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You wanted to scream and pull out your hair because you were so frustrated. Defense Against the Dark Arts was just not your subject as you struggle to grasp with the most basic spells. You couldn’t even make a simple smokescreen to confuse your enemies with.

Each time you were called on your professor to cast a spell, you would fail miserably, your inability to cast these spells making you the class clown as your Ravenclaw peers glared at you with disappointment.

You truly didn’t deserve to be in a group of such gifted students, yet you knew that you had to do something in order to get better at casting these spells.

When class ended, you look around the room to find anyone willing to help you. Asking for help from your Ravenclaw peers was absolutely out of the question, since they often liked to isolate you because you weren’t as naturally smart as they were. While your eyes darted throughout the room, you saw a shy boy with messy brown hair talking to his friends.

His green eyes appeared kind, and there was a certain softness about him that made him approachable. You search through your memories, hoping that you could remember his name when a lightbulb went off from within your mind.

Remus Lupin!

Without hesitating, you stand from your seat while gathering your books and wand together. Stepping closer to the young man, you hesitantly call out to him, “R-Remus?”

His head immediately turns to face you, and upon seeing you clearly, you heard him stutter your name “[N-Name]!” His movements were so sudden that he nearly fell out of his chair, earning a few chuckles from James Potter.

”You alright there, mate?”

James manages to speak despite how much he was snorting, trying to keep his laughter in check.

”I’m f-fine, a-anyways, [Name], how can I help you?”

There was a prominent dust of pink against his cheeks, and you briefly wondered why he was blushing before clearing your throat.

Happy that he seemed willing to help, you clasp your hands together in excitement, “Remus, I was wondering if you could maybe…tutor me for DADA? My spell casting for this class is absolutely atrocious, and I w-would really appreciate the help.”

James was still chuckling when Remus’ eyes seem to light up at the thought of helping you, and you felt all of your anxieties disappear when he gives you a nod, “Sure, let’s meet in the library once classes are done with.”


Excited at the thought of finally getting help for the class you struggled the most with, you arrive at the library first and waits near the corner for Remus to come. In about five minutes, you see the young man run into the library, his robe trailing behind him as his brown hair fell across his forehead in a mess of shaggy strands. He sees you and flashes you a warm smile, “[Name], hello.”

”Hi.” You stand before him, twirling your wand around with your fingertips. Unsure of what to do or say, you let Remus speak first when he gestures at your wand. “S-So you struggle with defensive spells?”

You nod, “I do…and it’s becoming a bit embarrassing for me. Can you please help me?”

Remus gives you a reassuring smile, “Of course. Come on; let’s start with an easy spell. Try your best to conjure green sparks okay? Follow the movement of my wand.”

You and Remus spend an embarrassing amount trying to perfect the spell. When you both went past the hour mark, and yet still, you didn’t see a single green spark flow from the tip of your wand, you felt all of your doubts and self loathing come rushing back to you.

Feeling absolutely mortified, you begin to cry, showing Remus just how frustrated and disappointed you were in yourself, “Remus, I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot! I can’t even get this simple spell correct! I don’t even deserve to be part of Ravenclaw because of how much of a dolt I am!”

”Hey hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Remus steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around the front of your abdomen before placing a hand over your right hand. His close proximity to you was making you nervous when you begin to ask him, “R-Remus? What are you doing?”

”Ssssh, just close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” Remus breathes into your ear, making your face turn redder when you nod and did as he said.

”[Name], do you have any pets?”

”I do…”

”Good, now describe your pet to me.”

You describe your beloved animal to Remus, not leaving out a single detail about your pet when Remus kept asking you questions about it.

”Now picture your beloved pet is lost out in a forest somewhere. It is winter, and your pet had somehow managed to wander away from your warm home in the dead of the night. You’re desperate to find them, yet you don’t know where to look. So you do the one thing you can do; you cast a spell, sending out a spark of green light, beckoning them to come to you.

Almost instinctively, you raise your wand and move it in the pattern that would make the green sparks come forth. When you hear Remus gasp from behind you was when you opened your eyes, seeing the emerald sparks emitted from the tip of your wand. Before it could reach one of the shelves, you stop your concentration and break the spell. Once the green sparks disappeared, you face Remus with a bright smile on your face, “Oh, Remus, that was wonderful! Thank you!

Too caught up in your excitement, you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug, “I’ll admit, Defense Against the Dark Arts is not my strong point, which is why I’m not too confident in this class. But what you did- that was amazing! I…I never had felt so sure about my spell before!”

Remus was blushing at the fact that you still hadn’t let him go, but he didn’t mind your closeness to him. Clearing his throat, he puts a hesitant hand around your waist, “To draw out these spells, you have to really feel a sense of urgency. I didn’t really help out with much; I just tapped into your natural abilities by drawing it out with a simple scenario. The rest was all thanks to your doing, so don’t think that you’re undeserving of being a Ravenclaw. You’re good enough, [Name].”

You laugh, unconsciously clutching on to the front of his robe with your hands, “You know…I may not be the best at the Dark Arts, but I adore my Potions and Herbology class!”

You pull away from him with a grin as you told him about how certain flowers had special properties that could help with healing. In fact, you were so engrossed with telling Remus about what you read and learned (and he had found you to be so cute) that he honestly couldn’t help what happened next.

You were in the middle of talking about all of the medicinal values seen in a rose petal when you felt something warm against your lips, effectively stopping you from speaking. Your eyes widen for a few seconds before narrowing slightly, returning his kiss when your raise your hand to delve your fingers into the back of Remus’ hair.

With his lips still lingering against yours, Remus gives you a few more chaste kisses, the blush never leaving his face when he asked you to join him during their incoming trip to Hogsmeade this weekend.

”As long as its with you, I’ll be happy to go anywhere.”


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