i wish i were actually more on top of things tonight

→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 2)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings  → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

☆ summary   →  you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

→  pt i | pt ii (final) 

☆ a/n   → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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A;N: Things and people you meet are not always what they seem. 

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .9,612

Listen to me.

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Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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coffee in the morning ;

“I could do that,” he states a minute later, and he nods his heads a few times as if it’s some sort of confirmation as he mulls it over, and you look at him like you’re confused.

“Do what?” You question, and he blinks at you.

“Be your boyfriend,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it makes your heart beat a bit faster.

“You mean fake boyfriend.”

or

Harry and Y/N work at a coffee shop and he’s never been a good actor

12k+, fluff, smut, ripping of panties mid-fuck, and just a dash of angst

OKAAAY SO, i’ve been dead around here because i’ve been working on this for a few days now! special shoutout to @mermaidsonships for letting me yell about apple (that’s what we named the girlie in this amongst our texts) and harry as well as bounce ideas off of u! i love u sister! i’ve got a fixation of fake bf harry + harry being rly teasing so if u combine those 2 things u get this big mess of a thing! i hope u enjoy!

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

ink-stained apologies // reggie mantle soulmate au pt2

Ink-Stained Apologies (Part two to Ink-Stained Skin)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Reggie thinks he’s found his soulmate. (Y/N) insists that it’s not her.

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“It’s you!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, Reginald. I found my soulmate a long time ago.”

“Oh, really?” He smirked at the girl “Who is it? Don’t try to say that it’s Keller because we all know he’s Moose’s soulmate.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you, Reggie. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a lesson to get to.” (Y/N) forced a smile before walking off.

Almost as if it was instinct he followed her, quick on her heels. “Don’t bullshit me, (L/N). Prove to me that I’m not your soulmate.”

“Reggie, I really don’t want to disappoint you, I’m so sorry that I’m not her.”

“Then prove it to me. Write something, pinch yourself. Whatever, just prove it to me because God knows how long I’ve been looking for my soulmate.”

(Y/N) frowned, looking up at Reggie. He looked down at her, seeing the remorse in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Reginald, but you’ll find her soon.”

Reggie watched as (Y/N) walked off, feeling more determined to figure out who his soulmate was. He wasn’t going to give up that easy.

There were three moments of weakness that led to (Y/N) almost revealing herself to Reggie. The first was when he wrote to her on his birthday, claiming that his parents had argued and that his birthday wasn’t the same as when he was younger.

‘i know u dont reply but its my birthday :D’

‘my mom and dad argued in front of all my friends, soulmate. it was so embarrassing! i want it to be like my eighth birthday :(’

Looking down at her arm and the pen that she held in it, she fought her urge to reply to his message written on the back of her left forearm. She could feel the sadness that ran through his body. She could feel the pain in his chest as he wrote the words on his arm.

“Mom, he’s hurt” she frowned “He’s not allowed to be sad. It’s his birthday. Mom, it really hurts. I can’t breathe.”

“(Y/N), sweetheart, you’re worried for him. It’s what comes with soulmates.” Her mother paused for a while “You and your soulmate are not only soul-bound but you’re also physically bound to each other. You have a rare bond and never, ever take it for granted because it’ll, one day, be useful to you.”

The second time it happened was during freshman year, when Reggie had sprained his wrist so bad during training that the pain of it had woken (Y/N) up from her nap. She held her wrist as if it was on the brink of snapping off, fighting the tears back. Reggie had written multiple apologies, her arm was practically covered in his messy writing.

‘oh my god! im so sorry, soulmate.’

‘im so so SO sorry!’

’:( i hope i didnt hurt u too much :(’

She felt the pain that rushed up his arm with every apology he wrote. She picked up a pen that lay on top of the books that sat next to her on her bed, clicking it before dropping it and walking towards the bathroom to erase the proof of her soulmate.

The following day, she approached him, with all intentions of wishing him a speedy recovery, in the hallway as he stood leaning against his locker. She noticed and felt that his arm had been wrapped up tightly in a bandage or maybe it was just the pressure of the bandage on her own arm “Twinning?” he raised his eyebrow at her, as he noticed “What did you do?”

“Oh, I-I, kinda, fell down the stairs?”

Reggie let out a small laugh “Is that a question or is that what actually happened?”

“God, I cannot stand you, Reginald. Hope your arm gets better soon. Don’t want number fourteen off the team for too long.”

“Was that a compliment? You know what, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smirked as she let out a scoff

The final time was on her birthday. No one had remembered it and she was sat in her room wallowing in self pity. There was no writing on her skin, nothing. Not even Reggie could feel the emotion running through her veins. She picked up a pen and pressed it against her skin, ready to write:

‘hi, can we talk???’

but instead she dropped it and crawled into her bed, pushing the space bar on her laptop so it would play her scratched DVD of ‘A Walk to Remember’.

(Y/N) frowned as she sat on the bleachers watching the bulldogs train for their upcoming game. Her eyes were locked on Reggie’s form, watching him as he caught the ball from afar. “God, (Y/N), you’re so two-faced. I love it.” Veronica exclaimed.

“One minute, you’re all ‘Reginald, don’t be so egotistical, I hate you.’ the next you’re drooling over him and can’t even take your eyes off him.” Betty added.

“Oh my God! I’m friends with a group of idiots!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “He’s my soulmate, I’m allowed to drool over him.”

“Who’s your soulmate?” Reggie asked, including himself in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure that’s me. Talk to you tonight, (L/N).” He winked as he made his way back towards the field.

“Don’t count on it, Reginald!” she shouted back, a grin spread across her face.

“God, just fuck already.” Kevin shouted after him.

The tickling sensation grew on her left forearm, meaning only one thing. Reggie was at it again.

‘so, ready to admit that ur my soulmate?’

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the ink on her arm and continued to solve the algebraic question in front of her.

'ur not writing back b'cos u know im right ;)’

Ignoring him once again, she picked up her makeup remover and rubbed the ink off.

Reggie groaned after seeing the ink disappear from his arm. “What if (Y/N) is telling the truth? She’s probably not my soulmate. I mean my soulmate hasn’t written back.”

Moose and Chuck looked at each other before smacking Reggie around the back of his head. “Don’t be such a dick, Mantle. D'ya know how unlikely it would be for your soulmate and (Y/N) to hit their hips at the same time, unless your soulmate is, maybe, I don’t know, (Y/N)?”

The trio sat in silence, for awhile as Reggie took in the words of his friends, until Chuck broke the silence with the words “Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”

“And?” Reggie said, confusion laced in his voice.

“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned.

“I’d punch you because you’re a dick.”

The following day, (Y/N) tried her hardest to avoid Reggie, but with their clashing schedules it was practically impossible. She sighed as she once again caught him looking in her direction, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need something, Reginald?”

He shook his head and turned back to face the front, before turning back to face her again “Actually, yes, I do need something from you, (L/N). I need you to prove to me that you’re not my soulmate.”

Just before she could reply the bell had rang, signalling that it was the end of the school day. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” Reggie shouted after her.

She sat at her desk, tapping her pen against it, as she, yet again, procrastinated her biology questions. Her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming call from Kevin. As soon as she answered, she was met with her best friend screaming down the phone. “I’m on my way over to pick you up! We’re going to Moose’s party.”

He picked up a grape before throwing it in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth, failing as his eyes locked with Archie, who was stood next to (Y/N), his arm around her shoulder. Reggie pushed himself from the couch and strode his way over to (Y/N) and her red-haired friend.

“Hey, Andrews. Mind if I borrow (Y/N) for a second?”

“Sure, dude. Just don’t do anything stupid!”

Reggie took (Y/N)’s hand in his, pulling his hand away from hers when he felt a spark at the skin to skin contact. He looked at (Y/N), instantly apologising. Her mind flickering over to the time he sprained his wrist and covered her arm in ink-stained apologies.

“What do you want, Reginald?” she said, sending a genuine smile at him for the first time in weeks. Reggie positioned himself in front of her so he could face her. He noted down everything about (Y/N). The way her eyes shone almost as if they were a spotlight and the way she would crinkle her nose every time she let out a laugh.

She looked into his eyes and nodded. She didn’t need to know what he wanted to ask, she already knew.

“I want,” He paused, inching closer to her “you to,” He was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her cheek “prove it.” By now, there was no distance between them, everything around them seemed to disappear. The smell of alcohol and cologne on him intoxicated her, if she were to pull away now, she would’ve craved the scent. If she pulled away now, she would’ve craved him. Using his right arm he tilted her head up, their lips meeting. She was taken by surprise at the softness and warmth of his lips, she had expected it to be horrendous, something that she would forget in later life; how could she when everything he did was near-perfection? As they pulled away, they stood, their foreheads leaning against each other, eyes still closed.

(Y/N) smiled at the boy in front of her. She looked over at the coffee table, picking up the pen that lay underneath the pile of red solo cups, writing on her arm:

'It’s me. I’m your soulmate.’

Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.
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Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.

“For.”

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Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut
POV: Second Person’s

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don’t even know how hard this was for me to write. I’m not used to this but I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn’t disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It’s sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he’s your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)

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It’s a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica’s party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn’t be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should’ve just gone to the party tonight, especially since you’re home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you’re not really missing out on much. This party’s boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I’m wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There’s someone at the door.

You: Babe I’m scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

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Business and Pleasure - Part 11

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,776

Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut


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After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm. 

The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.

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Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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GOING TO THE YULE BALL WITH SIRIUS BLACK WOULD INVOLVE

The gif just murdered me. That is all

- Let’s say it was your final year at Hogwarts, and the school slag, Sirius Black began to flirt with you coming up to the Yule Ball.

- So many awful pick up lines & one liners. You believing you were another one of his week flings, so starting to ignore the dark haired Gryffindor.

- Politely declining when he first asks you to the Ball, almost certain he would use you for a week and dump you like he had so many others. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, he just fell for people so easily- you thinking you had been his target this week.

- Let’s say you were also a Gryffindor, and you happened to be in the common room studying contently by yourself, cramming before the final tests of the season. 

- Sirius openly admitting to everyone within earshot of you how whipped he was for you, and how bloody beautiful he thought you were, and how he only wished you would accompany him to the Yule Ball, you raising your eyebrows at him curiously.

- After the fifth or sixth time, realising he wasn’t going to quit, you agreed to go with him if it shut him up.

- “Do you want to go to Hogsmede this weekend together?”

- Going into Hogsmede with Sirius and getting a few drinks in one of the little pubs. Getting a little bit tipsy together, leading to sloppy, open mouthed kisses which you may have regretted the next day, when all of Sirius’ friends wolf whistled at you when you had walked down the common room stairs.

- Him profusely apologising, promising it won’t happen again or so help him he’ll feed them to the giant squid.

- Having a slight tiny maybe crush on Sirius, making the lead up to the ball that much more exciting.

- On the night, walking down into the common room where girls were fixing their earrings and make up, while the boys were running around fixing their ties, everyone chatting excitingly.

- Spotting Sirius waiting for you, chatting to James Potter and Lily Evans.

- He might have been talking to James, then spotting you at the top of the stairs, staring at you open mouthed, his eyes widening a bit. 

- James patting him on the back, leaving you two to it.

- A couple of other people had turned their heads to stare at you in awe.

- SIRIUS IN HIS DARK RED DRESS ROBES LIKE IN THE GIF

- Honestly don’t imagine Sirius who had actually put an effort into taming his hair and maintaining his stubble, all to try to impress you.

- “(Y/N). Sirius offered you his arm, leading you to the ballroom, chatting about little things on the way there. 

- A couple of guys making some provocative comments towards you, making you cringe. Sirius would not hesitate to pull out his wand, hexing them into next week.

- “No one talks about my girl like that.” Sirius growled.

- “Your girl?” You were smirking.

- Sirius taking your hand and looking at you seriously for a second. “Well I was going to wait until later tonight but now’s a good a time as any.”

- “You’re proposing to me aren’t you?” You had a dead serious look on your face, making Sirius throw his head back in laughter. 

- “Kind of. I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” 

- Maybe you said yes because of how well he looked tonight and how he was so protective of you, but maybe it was because deep down you had liked him all along.

- When the ball started, Sirius would make a solid effort in trying to be interested in dancing. You pulled him close through one of the songs so you could whisper in his ear.

- “Let’s get out of here.” 

- Taking his hand, leading him back to the common room, telling him to wait outside. Grabbing a few blankets and a bottle of firewhiskey you kept in your dorm, Sirius smirking when he sees the bottle.

- Leading him towards the astronomy tower, both reminiscing and exchanging stories of Christmas and shennanigans through out the year.

- Things start to get dark really quickly, passing the bottle back and forth between you two, the both of you wrapped in blankets. Your head was resting against his chest, one of his arms slinged around you when he begins to tell you about his abusive family- quickly highlighting how he’s okay now living with the Potter’s when he notices your face fall.

- Looking up at him, becoming mesmerised in his dark eyes.

- Briefly remembering told not to trust long haired tall boys with dark eyes who break the rules because there’s a 99% chance they will break your fucking heart.

- Not giving a fuck.

- Moving to stradle his lap, crashing your lips onto his anyway, his strong arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the taste of whiskey on his lips, and his cologne clouding your senses.

- Running your fingers through his hair, thinking how you could get used to this.

First Heartbreak

Originally posted by usedpimpa

Requested by anonymous: An imagine about Aaliyah gets her heartbroken and Shawn’s being the big protective brother?? And it’s fluffy and cute! Thank you!! 😍💝 and im in the imagine too! LOLOLOL 😊

Note: don’t like, don’t read - it’s that simple :)

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Ever since you began dating Shawn, Aaliyah had automatically taken a liking to you.

She was excited for there to be another girl around, besides her mother or her best friends. Aaliyah looked up to you as a big sister, almost - always asking you for advice.

Whether it be about clothes; school; friends; sports; boys - Aaliyah always wanted to talk to you about something. It actually got to the point where Shawn had accused you of stealing his sister, jokingly, of course.

Lately, though, there was one topic that girl could not stop talking about: boys.

According to her, his name was Ben and he was the most perfect thing to walk the earth. Aaliyah’s words - not yours.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Book of Truth, Mouth of lies.

Request:

Can you make a Reggie imagine where y/n goes with Kevin, Veronica, Betty and Ethel to find the playbook and sees their name in it, but there’s a -2 or something indicating that Reggie caught feelings that’s why he lost points you can figure out what happens next.

Request:

Hey could you do an imagine with Reggie were you two are together but you have to hide your relationship because you aren’t very popular and they would bully you and laugh at Reggie if the football team found out.

A/N: When I received these two imagines I had this idea in my head that I couldn’t ignore, so I decided to group them. Hopefully you guys enjoy and that the requestor’s are happy with what I came up. Also I changed my username/url is now MantleIsMagnificent and my personal is my old url Imtrying13 you can follow me there too if you want (I will follow back), but requests please send them at my Riverdale Blog. Again sorry for being a bit slow I’ve been sick and have been busy with uni thanks for understanding, please enjoy. I can maybe see this going into a second part what do you guys think, comment down below.

Words: 2398, wow okay I think this is my longest one.

Summary: Reader is daughter of the principal at Riverdale High (No Not Weatherbee, the one in the show is nothing compared to the sweetheart in the comics). Your mom is Principal that’s the only reason you have been hiding your new found relationship with Reggie Mantle or is it? Veronica gets Sticky Mapled by Chuck and you help them on their mission to find the playbook.  

Spoilers: Chuck is an asshole.

Warnings: Just read my fellow Reggie lovers.

 

You grew up in Riverdale although making friends was a bit hard growing up since your father was a teacher and your mother the principal both working at Riverdale High. Plenty of kids in town didn’t talk to you because they thought you were a snitch, which you weren’t; but you never really had a chance to get rid of that title since that was exactly what you were about to do.

But the exposure of the news you were about to reveal was the right thing to do for all the girls who have harassed by boys who didn’t know what respect was. These news were also going to expose the secret you had held so dear to your heart, your relationship with Reggie Mantle.

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You sat on the couch in the student lounge with your new friend Veronica Lodge, your good friend Betty Cooper who never let rumors get in the way of your friendship which rooted from your childhood, also Archie and Kevin who you also knew since the beginning of time they were all your childhood friends.

You guys rambled your way through whatever topic came to your minds and every other second you would glance at your boyfriend Reggie with a smile as he sat in a table with his teammates as he smiled back at you.

You weren’t really popular because of your mom being in charge of your high school, you were the target of plenty pranks that the students would get away with because you didn’t want to be a snitch because then all that would conclude is that you were exactly who they branded you as. With that you kept your relationship with none other than Reggie Mantle a secret. He was a popular and you were exactly the opposite. You decided on that because of your parent’s job titles and didn’t want them barging in and Reggie didn’t want you to get bullied anymore.

“Sorry can’t tonight, I got a date” Veronica drew you out of your thoughts.

“With who?” you cheered at the raven haired girl who was new and already got asked out on a date.

“Chuck Clayton” she smiled

“Oooh, congrats” Betty smiled.

“He’s kind of a player Ron” Archie grimaced.

“Who cares?! It’s like going on a date with a Kennedy of Riverdale” Kevin butted and you chuckled at his comment and with that the bell rang and you all scurried to your last classes.

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“Are you two decent?” you spoke with a hand covering your eyes as you made your way into your mothers office at the end of the school day.

“(Y/N)! We’re on school grounds!” your mother squealed and your dad chuckled at your comments.

“Mom that still doesn’t stop plenty of the students here” and your parents stared at you with grossed expressions on their faces “Kidding” you continue sitting down in of the chairs in the office holding your arms up.

“So what do you need me for?” You asked them.

“We’re gonna be late tonight” and you smirked at them in which your mother continued “Not like that! Your father is going to help me with some budget stuff, he is your math teacher (Y/N).”

“You gonna be good honey?” your father asked.

“Yep, today is actually tutoring day remember?” you replied.

“Oh so today you’re with Mantle?” your father retorted with ‘the dad look.’

“Yes dad, and it’s just tutoring” you lied “If your class were easier I wouldn’t have to tutor the guy, but it is and you shouldn’t be complaining when you cheer them on almost every other weekend on their games because without him your beloved bulldogs would probably lose” you stood up for your boyfriend.

“I retreat” he joked as you gathered your things to leave.

“Go straight home after okay honey” you nodded at your mother as she stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You hated lying to your parents, you wanted to tell them about the boy that made you melt every time he looked your way, but you couldn’t take that chance.

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Reg: hey baby practice is over, on my way 😍

You: Okay babe on my way 💙

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Reggie pulled up as you arrived to his home. As he opened the door to his home he gave you a small kiss on the lips and led you in.

“How was your day babe?” he asked as you both made your way to the small table in the living room to help him.

“Good, you know the usual. I get up, walk to my restroom turning on the light then I brush my teeth, walk back to my room and into my closet to find clothes so I can get dressed” going into details about every single second of your day because that always made him laugh “talked with the gang while sitting in the couch in the student lounge sometimes I would look your way as Veronica announced her date tonight with Chuck” you continued to ramble on as Reggie made an annoyed face.

“What?” you questioned.

“Tonight I’m going to see how the new girl likes syrup” Chuck cockily spoke in the boy’s locker room.

“Don’t you think it’s time you give that up Chuck, if anyone finds out about that playbook” Reggie retorted annoyed at his teammate.

“No one is going to find out, right?” he placed a hand on Reggie’s shoulder as he nodded to Chuck “Good because if they find it you’re going down too, your name is there too with the principal’s daughter” Chuck gave a devilish smirk.

“I never agreed to that Chuck” Reggie spoke angrily pushing Chuck off.

“Yeah well it’s a rite of passage softy, and that’s the only girl we’ve seen you with. Plus if she wasn’t then why haven’t seen her around you. Unless you caught feelings for the girl which I doubt because we’ve caught you guys three times and when we ask you deflect which probably means she’s a booty call or something” Chuck spoke with venom in his words.

“Just drop it Chuck” Reggie shot back trying to ignore his comments knowing if any of this came out he would lose the one thing that was amazing in his life as he left that locker room and headed to see his girl.

“Hello, Earth to Reginald” you called as you placed your hand on Reggie’s hand as he twitched and you snickered distracting him from his thoughts.

“Sorry got distracted by your beautiful voice” Reggie spilled pulling you closer to him as he planted a kiss on your lips and hovered over you on the floor you were sitting on.

The kiss turned to a heated make out session soon to be interrupted by your phone blowing up with text messages.

“Sorry I have to get that, it’s my mom’s ring” as Reggie removed himself from on top of you.

Mom: Hey baby girl did you eat something?

           Remember where going to be late tonight.

           Get home safely, Lock up the house.

           We love you, sweet dreams in case we don’t see you when we get home.

“Everything good?” Reggie pointed out not recognizing the look on your face.

“Yeah, it’s just you know ever since Jason and the police not catching his murderer yet my parents have been even more protective, I mean I understand it, but- idk” you answered with sorrow in your eyes because you know Jason was Reggie’s friend.

“I’m sorry about Jason Reg I- I shouldn’t have brought it up” you stammered as you pulled him into a tight hug.

You both finished up your homework and he drove you home to keep your mothers wishes to get home safely.

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The sun rose into the day when you were about to lose the boy you never knew could break your heart.

You arrived the school the next day. It was all okay until Cheryl’s minions called your friend Veronica a slut.

That word, a word so cruel that it should’ve never been invented and can shatter a girls reputation.

Come to find out Chuck ‘sticky mapled’ Veronica and then everything happened so fast, Ethel fessed up that Chuck did the same to her and then many girls came forward about plenty of guys in the football team. The same team that Reggie took part in and your heartbeat pace became faster. Hoping that Reggie knew nothing about this playbook they were talking about, that the boy you loved couldn’t possibly have taken part in it. He couldn’t have, not everyone sees it but he was just the most caring, lovable, and misunderstood boy with the heart of gold. Maybe that reputation you saw of him was about to be shattered.

“(Y/N) you’re coming with us to find the book, well lookout really” Betty claimed.

“What? You realize how hard it is to sneak out of my house especially these days” you wanted no part in this mission, but you had to do it Veronica was new but she was now one of your closest friends and all these girls deserved justice.

“(Y/N) you’re the principal’s daughter, you have to have a pair a keys or your mom or dad must have a spare” Veronica chimed in and you nodded “Just tell your mom you’re staying with me tonight for school project or something.”

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The plan was set, you were at Veronica’s house waiting for her mom to fall asleep as you snuck out and met up with Kevin, Betty, and Ethel.

You were on lookout and of course had keys to school, Veronica there hell-bent on revenge, Kevin another lookout, Betty with a phone ready to take pictures and ready to expose the dirty work of the football players that took part of this disgustingly terrible deed, and Ethel because she knew where the book was.

You turned your phone off ringer as you kept lookout just in case there was any security guards around. Being on lookout you didn’t see the messages Betty had just sent you. As they made their way to you Betty welcomed you into her arms with a worried and sad expression on her face and you returned it with a puzzled look on your face.

“What’s up Betty? Did you find it? Anything juicy for your newspaper?” she didn’t respond and everyone looked away not wanting to meet your eyes. Betty decided to hand you the book and opened it to a certain page and pointed.

She talked, her mouth moving throwing apologetic words at you, but you didn’t understand. The room was spinning, your heart was sinking. Everything about the boy you loved was a lie. You dropped the book, threw the keys at them and rushed out of there as soon as possible.

New plan, you were on a mission. A mission to figure out why he did what he did to you.

You arrived to door of your boyfriends’ home knocking frantically knowing he was alone because his parents were out of town. Boyfriend, maybe you won’t have that anymore. Soon to be met with his mesmerizing smile that almost made you forget what just happened, but how could you forget that the person you learned to love was now the person who betrayed you and played with your heart.

You forgot how long you had been standing there as you pulled out your phone opening the images Betty had sent you and placed the phone in his hand.

He stared at the phone, shocked knowing there was no way out of this situation, sorrow creeping on his face.

“I- I can explain” He stammered.

“Can you? Is this why we were a secret? I was just a pawn on some sick twisted game you and those assholes play, what you thought your dating the principals daughter as your ticket out of trouble?!?!” you questioned holding back your tears trying to sound as strong as possible.

“No (Y/N), I LOVE YOU” he shouted this was the first time he said those words and you wished you heard them again, but not within this context “I didn’t mean for this hurt you, I swear. It was stupid I never meant you or even me to be a part of that stupid book. Chuck heard about our date and they almost caught us again. I wanted us to be secret so nobody could hurt you and I lied and Chuck twisted it up.”

“So you would rather objectify me in the cruelest way you could than own up to dating me really? Wow so much better Mantle” you gazed at him wishing that this never happened.

“N- No, I’m sorry, it- it was wrong what I did, I was stupid believe me I know, but (Y/N) I- I can’t lose you, you mean the world, hell the whole damn universe to me” Reggie spoke with regret filling the air as he stepped closer and held your hand.

That touch that electrifying touch that sent butterflies all over your body.

“You know Mantle” he gave a sad look knowing you only ever called him that when you were mad at him “I wish that was enough, I wish that I was enough” you kept your voice in check not wanting him to see you weak because of him.

“You are babe”

“No, no I wasn’t enough to make you own up to dating me rather than this, and what sucks the most about falling for you is” he kept his eyes on the ground “Falling for a guy knowing I was never right for him, but hoping just maybe things will be like the movies, and he’ll be amazing, except this isn’t a movie and I fell for you Reg and now everyone is gonna know this tragic story” and he finally looked you in the eyes a bit confused as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“I hope you enjoy your newfound popularity, because this is Betty’s exposé for the schools newspaper, and I’m not gonna stop her. I’m gonna get justice for all those girls. As for you” you grabbed his hand took it off your cheek “You take care and have a nice life Reggie Mantle.”

Those being the last words you’d ever speak to him, awaking to a morning or reckoning.

 Tag: @sgarrett49 @casual-ellipsoidal @oharchiekinz

Flinch - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by kwanghale

Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!

Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.


“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.

“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’. 

“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.

“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.

“Lydia?”

“Yeah, Lydia.”

“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia my voice drips with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.

“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”

“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.

“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.” 

“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.

“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.


I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.


I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back. 

“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.

“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me. 

“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.

“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off. 

“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”

“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.

“How do I make it up to you?” 

“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.

“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.

“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.

“Love you too.”

“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.


Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx

Call Boy Taeil (Taeil x Reader)

Ayyyy what is up my dudeS??? I’m back with another installment to the NCT Call Boy Series!!! This time, I’m back with my number two main man, Taeil!! Listen, I think our old man needs more love and more smut literature because I crave that damn shit like a cocaine addict with crack lmao Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!!!!

P.S. LISTEN I THINK PEOPLE DON’T REALIZE HOW KINKY HE PROBABLY IS LIKE??? HIS FAV ARTIST IS TREY SONGZ????????? WHAT MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID????????

Originally posted by tenthmark

You’re thumb stopped on the green call button, body shaking as you willed yourself to just press it. Part of you thought it was a good idea, the other half screamed for you to forget about it all entirely and just cry in your bed alone again.

It had been a few weeks since your long time boyfriend of over three years broke up with you. But that wasn’t even the worst part, he broke up with you, even though you should have broken up with him. You had caught him cheating a month or so ago, heart crushed into the dirt when you saw the way he moaned and bit his lip in ecstasy, while some unknown girl did things to him only you thought you could. When you told him what you saw, he had looked like a man staring death in the face, tears spilling down his cheeks as he explained that it was because he was drunk and didn’t realize how much he had drank, that he would never think about doing it ever again.

Because he loved you more than anything.

But it happened again, then again, and again, until finally, having realized you weren’t worth much to him anymore, he dropped you completely. He broke up with you in the nastiest way possible, saying that he fucked all those girls because he couldn’t stand the thought of banging you again.

He left you in a crumpled heap of tears in your own apartment, which smelled like him, alone to wallow in your self pity and sadness. That had been over two weeks ago, and the tears had faded, leaving only anger and bitterness. You weren’t low enough to get back at him, no, at this point he wasn’t even worth your time, let alone another thought. Your body craved for touch though, to be loved in a way that you realized your boyfriend had never actually had.

It was a bad idea.

But you were so, so desperate as you lay in a quivering mess on the hotel bed, heart aching as you finally pressed the call button. You read the hastily scrawled number of the sticky note you had written on, eyes tracing the name still branded on the backs of your eyelids when you looked away: Taeil.

You thought no one would pick up, the dial tone seemed to last for hours, but eventually a calm voice answered the phone, “Hello?”

“H-Hello,” you managed through your trembling lips, fingers tightening on bed spread. “I’d like to make an order.” You did as the advertisement in the mature magazine had instructed, feeling silly and stupid as those words struggled to escape your mouth.

“And who is it you wish to deliver?,” the unknown voice asked, emotionless and businesslike.

You shakily exhaled the name, “T-Taeil, please.” There was no doing back now, you’d just either dug your own grave or gave yourself the best early birthday present of your life.

“Ah, you’re lucky he’s free tonight and not very busy,” the voice sighed, “And the address, ma'am?”

You gave the name of the hotel you were staying at, and even your room number, placing all cards down on the table as you prayed that a serial killer wasn’t going to show up at your door.

“Right,” the nameless voice confirmed your address with you, “It should be about an hour, is that quite alright?”

“Oh, y-yes!,” you stuttered, snapping out of your horrid daydreams. “Thank you!”

No, ‘your welcome’, only the rhythmic beeping of your phone as the voice hung up without a word, leaving you once again in silence. The only other sound in the room, was the pattering of rain drops down the big glass window of the hotel room. Maybe he would get lost and you could just spend the night in this nice hotel room to try and forget your troubles. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the rain lull you into a trance, your eyes snapping open as you felt the weight of your phone still in your hand.

You sat up quickly, pressing a hand to your mouth as you read the list of recent calls and saw the unknown number at the very top. You had just called for a call boy.

You had just called for a call boy.

You shrieked and threw your phone against the mattress, flailing as you slammed your head into a pillow, burying your face as far in as it would go before releasing a blood curdling scream. You can’t believe you did that, and for what? A good fuck because you haven’t had one in weeks? You literally couldn’t believe what a sad sight you must have looked at that moment. You definitely were not dressed like a (hopefully) hot guy was about to show up at your hotel room and bang you. You sat up, hair disheveled and lips pouting as you caught sight of your appearance in a mirror.

You wore a baggy sweater to fight the biting cold of winter, a semi-cute skirt with black tights that might have passed for presentable, had you not topped off the look with your worn white high tops. You snorted at yourself and kicked off the shoes, throwing them somewhere in the spacious room. Even if you looked like trash, the guy was still obliged to fuck you, so long as you paid what was owed.

And boy, was this guy expensive.

You didn’t realize what a pretty penny he would cost you, but at this point you had little to lose, so why not go out with a bang? Literally. You knew you would kick yourself later for this, but for right now, all you knew was that you were getting increasingly aroused and bitter, a little impatient too. You weren’t sure you could wait a whole hour for this guy to show up, so you did what you could to distract yourself.

You thought about maybe touching yourself, but then that would defeat the purpose of the call boy. So instead, you opted to sip some hot tea and browse social media, two things you did outrageously well. The minutes slipped by with the aid of your phone, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard three short raps on the door.

You first panicked, shoving your entire mug of unfinished tea into one of the trash cans, then proceeded to dump your phone on the desk as you inspected yourself once over in the mirror. In a last ditch effort, you put on chapstick and wiped underneath your eyes with a tissue to clean up your makeup, screaming internally as you walked over to the door and opened it breathlessly.

Oh, fuck.

No singular adjective could properly describe the god that stood in the dimply lit hallway of the hotel, his eyes opening in surprise for a split second as he gave you a once over. He had a jawline that would probably butcher you if you touched it, soft, warm brown eyes, and a sinful tongue that darted out to casually lick his bottom lip. Your body was already reacting and you had only just looked at him for a solid minute.

“This should be fun,” he murmured, eyeing you like a predator.

You backed up into the room as he stepped through the doorway, confused, “What?” You watched as he casually shed his coat, the movement fluid as you still recovered from the fact that his voice sounded like milk and honey.

“Baby girl,” he began, popping open a few buttons on his shirt, “Anyone with a nose and a brain can tell that you’ve been thinking about a thing or two.” He barely spared you another glance, nodding down at your skirt as he undid a few more buttons, exposing his lean chest.

You blushed, trying to sniff the air inconspicuously as you tugged down on your skirt, “Oh, n-no that’s not-” You stopped yourself, sighing as you decided to plop yourself on the bed, admiring the call boy without a care in the world now.

“You have a name, sweetheart?,” he asked, finally meeting your eyes and catching you eyeing him with a smirk.

“_______,” you murmured, feeling a flare of arousal in your stomach as you realized how wet you really were. You thought of how long it had been since someone touched you, since you’ve been kissed. You craved that now more than ever, here was a beautiful man, willing to please you so long as you paid.

“Cute,” he smiled, walking over and letting his fingers run through your hair where you sat on the bed. You had to crane your neck back to look up at him, as he spoke again, “You can call me Taeil, or something else if you really wanted to. Daddy, master, doesn’t matter to me, it’s what you want, right?” He smirked down at you seeing the way your eyes widened at his suggestions.

“I like Taeil,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip.

He chuckled, pushing you back into the mattress as he crawled on top and caged you in with his arms, “I bet you do. Don’t be afraid to say whatever later, you might find you like having a daddy, or a master.”

You squirmed beneath him as he took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye, “Got it?”

You nodded, lips parting as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as your body already ached for him to press himself onto you. You wanted the satisfying weight of him on top of you, your thighs rubbing together eagerly as he kissed you like no one else.

You parted your lips and he hummed in approval, causing a flare of pride to spark in your belly as he slid his tongue in. He tasted of dark chocolate, like he’d just ate an entire bag before coming here, and you didn’t mind at all. In fact, your kisses increased, tongue fighting to enter his mouth as he pulled away with a chuckle, “A little eager there, aren’t we?” A shining bridge of saliva stretched between the two of you, causing your eyes to darken.

Knowing you’d probably never see him again, you might as well be honest, so you gasped, chest heaving, “You taste so good.”

His soft brown eyes darkened, finally sinking down to press his chest against yours, “Oh, yeah?” He shifted until one of his knees was pressed between your thighs, causing your skirt to ride up around your hips.

You bit your lip and nodded, seeing the way he smirked and nosed his way down towards your neck caused your skin to flush. Taeil pressed several wet kisses to the skin there, trailing his tongue up before he reached your ear, his breath hot and full of unadulterated desire. “Poor baby girl,” he simpered, hand moving from the bed sheets to your thigh as he squeezed it, “You want it so bad you’ll say just about anything, am I right?”

You felt daring in your lust, so you grabbed the hand that was creeping along and massaging your inner thigh, pressing it to the wetness that soaked through your tights. He looked down at you in surprise for a moment before grinning as you traced a finger along his knife sharp jaw, turning his face towards you, whispering, “I don’t have to say anything.”
Taeil chuckled, his free hand stroking your hair surprisingly gently as he looked down at you, “You know what, ______? I like you a lot,” he started to move his fingers against your core, already feeling how wet you were for him. “So that’s why I’m not going to fuck you as a customer, but because I really want to fuck you.”

You moaned and moved your hips in accordance with his strokes, your fingers already coming up to tangle in his soft brown hair. You felt another leap of pride, thinking that it had been far too long since someone actually wanted you. This night was going to turn out far better than you had initially planned.

Taeil was completely surprised to say the least, but he wasn’t showing it as he watched you squirm beneath him as he worked a hole into your tights. The moment you opened the door with your wide eyes and parted lips, he could already feel his cock twitch, wanting nothing more than to ruin you tonight. You looked like such a submissive girl though, he thought it would turn out like every other appointment, but you surprised him. You shocked him with your forwardness, your eagerness and the unashamed way you simply wanted him to fuck you senseless. You knew what you wanted and right now he certainly did too.

You heard the thin fabric of your tights tear as Taeil finally managed to make a large enough hole in order to reach your core. He was pleasantly surprised to find you weren’t wearing panties, raising his eyebrows at you in question, all you could do was blush and look away. Taeil felt his heart throb for a second in his chest, but he mentally shook himself and slid the tip of his finger from bottom to the top of your slit, collecting all your essence.

You shivered as he took things slow, stroking your core with slender fingers and kissing your collarbones sensually as you arched up from the bed. Your sweater untucked from your skirt and exposed your stomach, giving Taeil the opportunity to suck on the skin there as he reached for the zipper on the side of your skirt.

Taeil smiled against your skin, feeling how you quivered underneath him when he slid in a single digit, marveling at just how tight you were. You probably hadn’t had a good fuck in weeks, he thought to himself pensively as he watched your pretty eyes flutter close at the pleasure. He decided then and there he was going to make your night, make you feel good and give you what you deserved. He normally didn’t let his feelings get in the way of his work, but the experienced call boy couldn’t help but want to help you. You didn’t seem like the type of girl who would call for him, or do this sort of thing, so something must have happened. Whatever was obviously troubling you, Taeil made it his goal to make you forget, to only feel and see him for tonight.

You gasped his name as he added another finger, “Taeil!” The name sounded foreign on your tongue, but the two syllables tasted so good in your mouth you wanted to chant it like a mantra.

“You like that, baby girl?,” he murmured against your hips where he had been nibbling. “Do you want some more?”

You nodded rapidly, hair getting moussed by the bed sheets as you covered your mouth with a hand, trying to quiet your moans. The call boy grasped your wrist, pinning it down into the bed, “I don’t think so, I want to hear you tonight.” He leaned in and let his tongue drag from your collarbones to your jaw, voice dropping an octave, “I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel, how goddamn well I’m fucking you, okay?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid your sweater above your head, removing your ruined tights and skirt as well as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. He stood up and unbottoned his shirt, allowing you to drink in the sight of his tan skin while your legs dangled down the sides of the mattress. He kneeled in front of you, parting your thighs with commanding hands and hooking them over his shoulders as he kissed dangerously close to your soaking heat.

“You’re so wet for me right now,” he murmured with a smirk against your thigh. “That you’re practically dripping.” He emphasized his words by placing a single kiss on your lower lips, causing your thighs to jolt.

Taeil held onto your hips fast, pressing you down into the mattress as he gave you one last smirk before he slowly dragged his tongue from bottom to top. You grabbed the bed sheets in a death grip, head thrown back as he sucked on your labia, teeth tugging at it briefly before he considered your clit. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, gentle at first, teasing you and giving you little shocks of pleasure as he began to increase the pressure. He finally attacked it with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it.

The only thing you could do was curl your toes and moan, moan his name like it was the only thing keeping you grounded to this earth. His hands on your hips slid underneath and grabbed at your ass, squeezing it so hard you’re sure there would be a bruise. This caused you to lift your hips into his mouth, where his tongue was working tirelessly against your folds to taste and drink in all of your essence. You reached down with one hand and knitted your fingers into his hair, causing him to groan into your core as he brought you closer to his mouth.

You bit your lip, but couldn’t help the words that poured forth, “Fuck that’s so good, please, please, please, please.” Your felt the familiar and long missed knotting in your stomach that signaled your release was near, never having felt it this intensely before.

Taeil could tell by the way you were babbling that you were close, so he toyed with you a bit, pulling away and licking his lips as he regarded your disheveled state. Your bra straps had slipped off your shoulder, there were tears in your eyes, and your ankles were locked together on his back to try and bring him closer. You looked like you’d already been fucked, but he wasn’t even close to being done with you yet.

Taeil pressed a singular kiss to your clit, tongue cleaning his mouth of your juices, “Please what, baby girl?”

“Please let me come,” you whimpered, seeing the way he smiled at your desperation and want of him.

He didn’t reply, but tugged your hips closer to his face again, mouth already busy on your folds as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of your opening. He allowed you to buck into his mouth, hips quick as they fucked into his tongue, feeling how it wetly slid inside of your walls. His nose brushed your clit just right and soon enough, hips bucking wildly into his mouth, you came with a scream. A strange feeling bubbled up through your release, and suddenly, you were squirting and making a mess of the bed sheets. Your hips didn’t stop and neither did his tongue as he continued to fuck you with his tongue and let you ride out you high.

Taeil felt himself grow hard at the raw feeling of your hips snapping into his mouth, the taste of your release and the way you looked so shocked to see that you had squirted everywhere. He felt it spill down his chin and soak the sheets, and his dick twitched knowing that he had been the one to make you release like that.

Your body trembled, thighs quaking as you finally came down, face already red as you realized what had just happened. Through your lust, you felt the creeping of embarrassment tug at your throat, but Taeil didn’t seem to mind. The call boy looked ready to fuck you right then and there, what with the way he licked up your juices from his lips and savored them.

He climbed on top of you, mouth already meeting yours so that you could taste yourself, “God, that was so fucking hot, baby girl.”

You flushed with pride, Taeil genuinely seeming like he was impressed and turned on as he slid his shirt from his shoulders. The single lamp that barely illuminated the room made him look ethereal, the tan of his skin had a golden glow as he kissed your forehead chastely. You reached for his belt, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but he gently pushed your hands away.

“Tonight’s about you,” he smiled, urging you to crawl further up the bed until you rested against the headboard. His hands never stopped on his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs as he was left only in his briefs. You licked your lips seeing the familiar outline pressing against the fabric, still eager to please him.

“I still want to though,” you murmured, looking him straight in the eye, urging him to let you touch him.

The call boy yielded, allowing you to push him down into the mattress and settle between his legs. You inched his briefs down his thighs, having him lift his hips in order to remove the last piece of fabric that separated you from him. You realized your bra was still on, so you unclasped it quickly and tossed it carelessly over his head, having it land somewhere on the floor. You took in the sight of his lean body, lithe muscles that rippled underneath bronze skin and eyes that watched you intently as you decided what to do first.

You wanted to cover every inch of him with your tongue, to see if his skin tasted as good as his mouth. But you also wanted to give him immediate pleasure, to take him down your throat and taste another part of him. He was like an all you could eat buffet just waiting for you to make the first move, and Taeil loved the look of thoughtfulness on your face as you contemplated your options.

He spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts, a smirk on his face, “Not sure where to start?”

You blushed, sliding up to press a kiss to his lips, “I just want to make you feel good.”

Taeil smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, an uncharacteristically kind gesture for him to have with a client. His voice was gentle, “You already have, so do whatever comes to mind. I’m patient and we have all night, sweetheart.”

You nodded and inched back down, choosing to pay attention to his half hard member. You leaned down and placed a kiss at the tip, hearing him sigh in relief as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He weaved his fingers through your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to take control if he wanted to. You slowly inched down his length with your mouth, testing your limits as you adjusted to the foreign girth of him. You hummed and let your tongue run over one of the prominent veins on the underside of his member, knowing it was there only by the touch of your wet muscle.

He groaned softly, “Just like that, baby girl. You’re doing so good.” He shifted his hips slightly, gagging you only for a second as he thrust up into your mouth gently.

You breathed heavily through your nose as you began to pick up speed, fingers wrapping around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Taeil released heavenly sounding moans, a musical sound that drove the new knot in your stomach insane. You wanted him to keep making those sounds, and you wanted to be the reason why. So you allowed him to fuck up into your mouth, blinking back the natural tears that formed in the corners of your eyes as you gagged around him. Relaxing your throat the best you could, you slid down him even deeper, causing his hips to stutter and his breath to catch.

You could tell he was close just by the way his fingers were tightening on your hair, and the way his eyes squeezed shut, his head rolling back at the closeness of it all. You thought he was going to come, and you would get to taste his release, but he pulled out of your mouth suddenly. The call boy’s chest was heaving as he tried to calm himself down and catch his breath.

Still gasping, he sat up and pushed you back into the bed aggressively, “Were you trying to make me come in your mouth, baby girl?”

He attacked you with his lips, sucking rough hickeys on your neck and nipping at your collarbones as you cried out from the pleasure pain. He didn’t allow you to answer, his lips swallowing your words and stealing your breath as he kissed you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like that before, it felt so real, so full.

Taeil pulled away, his eyes dark and a smirk in place on his lips, “The only place I’ll be coming is inside of you.”

You moaned at his words, already eager to finally feel him rubbing along your walls and stretching your core. Your thighs parted on their own accord as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing the tip of his cock in and out of your folds. The call boy smiled down at you, seeing the way you looked like an absolute wreck for him, so ready and willing for him to fuck you senseless. He couldn’t remember a time ever wanting someone just as badly as they wanted him, and for some reason he welcomed the feeling.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles hooking together at his lower back as he began to enter you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and brought his lips to yours once again as the perfect feeling of his cock buried deep inside of you sank in. Taeil let out one of the most satisfied groans to ever reach your ears, and it turned you on immensely to know you were the sole purpose of it.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moaned, rocking into you slowly to feel your slickness on his cock.

You gasped, crying out at the way he stretched your walls perfectly, fitting inside you unlike any other cock before. Taeil gradually picked up the pace, wanting nothing more than to just fuck your brains out, he had to be patient with you, knowing that you hadn’t been with anyone for a while.

You thought the complete opposite, ignoring the pain, you urged him to just let go, “Taeil please…! Just fuck me, fuck me hard!” Tears nearly spilled down your cheeks, your body craving the roughness only he could give you. You were already drunk with pleasure and he had only just begun.

Hearing your words he almost thought to pay them no mind, but the desperation behind them caused his own brain to go haywire. All thoughts of carefulness and control slipped away, and only the primal desire to fuck the girl underneath him took over.

It was like a switch, one moment he was calculating with his thrusts, the next he was bucking into you like a wild animal. His hips snapped deep inside of you, causing you to cry out as his skin slapped against yours painfully. Unsatisfied with the angle he was hitting you at, the call boy wordless repositioned you without missing a beat, turning you on your side and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. He hit you much deeper now, his cock reaching so far inside of you, it felt like he was fucking your solar plexus. The bed shook furiously as he drove into you relentlessly, eyes misted with lust and desire as you clenched and unclenched around him. Your body and mind were on cloud nine, everything fuzzy and raw as you only felt the boy above you.

You were ripped from your haze as Taeil spanked you harshly on the ass, his voice husky, “Is this what you wanted?”

You nodded with tears falling down your cheeks, crying out as he spanked you again, “Answer me.”

“Yes!,” you wailed, choking on a sob as he reached down and rubbed at your clit generously, eager to see you come.

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?,” he groaned, feeling you already tightening up around him. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart, make me feel good.”

And came you did, harder than you had in your entire life as a scream was ripped from your throat. Your thighs twitched madly and your eyes squeezed painfully shut, Taeil coming just minutes after you. His thrusts grew more crazed, more inhuman stopping with a groan as he shot his seed deep inside of you, “Oh, fuck.”

The two of you stayed joined together like that for a few minutes, Taeil leaning down to kiss your lips tirelessly as he attempted to soothe the angry red marks on your ass he had left with his hand. He slid out of you gingerly, lazily cleaning himself on his briefs that lay beside him on the bed and tossing them over his shoulder.

He collapsed down next to you, where tear trails were still evident on your cheeks, his eyes concerned, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No!,” you quickly answered, turning toward him as he drew you into his arms. You bit your lip and blushed as you struggled to meet his gaze, “Honestly, everything was perfect and I really needed that.” You pecked his lips and pulled away, noting with a smile the way he chased your lips, “All of it.”

The call boy looked relieved, his personality suddenly gentler as he kissed your forehead, “I’m glad, because for a moment I wasn’t thinking and-”

You silenced him with another kiss, pulling barely enough away for your lips to move, “Like I said, I needed all of it.”

He smiled softly against your mouth, pulling away so that he could look at you with a face of confusion, “I have a question though, feel free to not answer. No offense, but you just don’t seem like the type of girl who’s into this kind of thing. Why then? What happened?”

Your heart sank, suddenly remembering it all, having truly forgotten everything for the time you had been with Taeil. You nuzzled deep into his chest, taking in the warm scent of his skin, “My boyfriend broke up with me because I caught him cheating one too many times. I was coward and never stood up to him, never let him know that what he did was wrong-,” your voice broke, tears spilling anew. “That it hurt me.”

Taeil held you and listened, anger and sadness flaring up inside of him. He wanted to say that this entire session was a mess because he kept letting his curiosity and emotions interfere, since he was known as a call boy who was notorious for having zero attachment during work. But you had triggered something inside of him that he had buried deep down ever since he had joined the sex industry. It had been too long since he just laid with someone like this, to just feel each other and hold one another in a nonsexual manner. You were this broken girl in his arms who he couldn’t help but find himself intrigued by and incredibly attracted to, hurt as you were, and he wanted to fix you. He wanted to take you out to his favorite coffee shop, listen to his favorite bands with you, hold hands and watch movies together, lay in bed and just talk about how your day had been.

“_______,” he murmured, brushing the hair from your face and tilting your chin up to look at him.

You met his eyes through your blurred vision, seeing something so tender in his gaze that your heart lurched and yearned for him to stay with you, to not leave for the night. Your wanted to hold him, and for him to wrap you up inside his arms, to hide you from the world.

“I know how much it can hurt,” he started, kissing a salty tear that rolled down your cheek. “But I also know that the only way to heal from something like that is to surround yourself with a better kind of love, to put yourself first, to find what makes you happy.”

His words really struck a chord in your heart, surprised that such kind words could spill from a sex worker’s lips. Taeil looked so comforting in that moment, the warmth of his body pressed against your own was a feeling you could get used to.

Your voice was tentative, quavering as you proposed something perhaps taboo to him, “Will you stay with me, just for tonight?”

The call boy leaned in and captured your lips, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours, “I’ll stay for the night.”

Taeil didn’t stop though, taking a chance, a leap of faith, he drew you closer to him, “And I’d like to stay for the next, and the next, and the next-”

You felt euphoric when you cut him off with another kiss, unable to help yourself as you let a small laugh leave your lips, tears of relief spilling down your cheeks. You don’t remember much after that, only the warm embrace of Taeil’s arms and the way he hummed softly until you were lulled to sleep.

You do remember though, waking up the next morning to find him still next to you, his arm thrown over your stomach as he pulled you close to his slide in his sleep. You remember clearly the peaceful look on his sleeping face. You remember it every time you wake up next to him in your bed, every morning the start of a new day spent with him. A new day to heal, to grow, and fall deeper in love with the call boy, now turned boyfriend, you had met on a whim.

Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.07

{pt.01, pt.02, pt.03, pt.04, pt.05, pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre:???

Word Count: 4,883

~ Yes! This is the final chapter of Summer Boy. I just wanted to take a moment, once again, to thank anybody and everybody who had followed the story all the way to the end. You’re support has really pushed me into finishing the story, so thank you very much. Enjoy ♡


1:36am

“(Y/n)! Please wait!”

I grabbed what I could find of my clothing, it was difficult with the tears in my eyes and my shaking hands. With only my denim shorts on and the rest of my clothes pressed against my naked chest. Jungkook stood in front of me, trying to get my attention but I was desperate to run. I moved away as he tried to touch my shoulder and I walked around him with unclear words leaving my mouth. I went to reach for the door as he called out for me from behind but I was startled to see the door open by Taehyung. He was taken aback with shock as I pushed gently by passing him.

  “I just have to go.”


12:12pm

I woke up the next afternoon in my own bedroom. Embarrassed completely by the events of last night, I had made a total fool of myself in front of everybody. I had gotten straight home and into bed, my phone laid next to me dead and I got dressed as I put it to charge. I was lost in thought replaying the night in my head when I came to realize that the house was dead silent. I know it had to be at least 11 am and yet not a single noise could be heard in the house.

I stepped out of my room, going from wood to the cold tile on my feet, I looked down the hall into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being there but the faint smell of breakfast from probably hours ago. There were eggs on a plate with a slice of bread already cold that they must have left me. I had no appetite regardless, picked up the plate to clean it up. I suddenly remembered Coco agreeing to help the boys pack up last night during the cookout. The rest of the girls must have gone along to help. I was making my way back into my room when the back door opened loudly behind me

  “(Y/n)!?”

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Ternary (M)

BTS; Jungkook || V/Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Word count: ~6.5k

WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)

A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook. Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop 


Originally posted by gayerthanthegays

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Word for Word (M)

Originally posted by jeonbase

“Less talking. More fucking. Yeah?”

Part 1 | Part 2

3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)


Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls, his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.

(Quite frankly, at times you weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)

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Easy Peasy

Brief Summary: Tony Stark catches you watching Magic Mike and decides to give you a little show himself. 

Words:  3,108

Warnings: Smut and Fluff? Kinda if you squint. 

Pairing: Tony Stark X Female!Reader


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

A gasp escaped your lips, your eyes glued to the TV. A blush spreading across your cheeks as you watched the sexy scene play out before you. Of course, you had to be watching Magic Mike. Natasha had told you it was a great movie but shouldn’t watch it around Tony.Tony your boyfriend of nearly two years, who constantly has you involved in things you shouldn’t be involved in. Like the Avengers, and all of SHIELDS business. No secrets right? And through it all the raid on New York, the Winter Soldier mishap, and even Ultron (Who makes a murder bot anyway?) you two have stayed together and stayed happy.

Another hot scene had you fanning yourself as you sat on the couch, in the living room you and Tony shared on his floor. You almost felt like sliding your hand into your (F/C) PJs pants and pleasuring yourself since Tony was still in the lab. But somehow you managed to hold out a little long. The beat of the music coming from the TV and the way the strippers moved their bodies was such a turn on. And you could feel that warm heat pooling between your thighs as you shifted.

Just as you were about to give up and pleasure yourself, your boyfriend walks in the door with a thing of roses. But you can’t pull your eyes away from the TV.Tony, of course, notices this, normally you’d jump up and embrace him. This time you didn’t and he was a bit jealous. He set the roses down and walked over to see what you were watching. As soon as he saw Magic Mike playing he starred at you, shocked. You were never the type of girl to do this or watch such things. That’s what he was for, making his own mini (not- abusive, and kinda sweet) version of fifty shades of gray. Awakening your inner goddess, and well he loved doing it. Without a second thought, he stood in front of the TV, hands firmly placed on his hips.

“What do you think you are doing (Name)?” He huffed, clearly unpleased. Why would you want to watch a bunch of fake strippers instead of being with your boyfriend? Which of course meant hot sex.

“Tony.” You whined, leaning forward to push him out of the way of the TV. You didn’t care what you were doing, the way they moved their hips was mesmerizing. Even the sexiness that was Tony couldn’t compete with this.

He was a little hurt as she pushed him out of the way, did she really want the movie more than him? He was never the jealous type until you came along. He never wanted to share you and now that’s basically what it felt like he was doing. Moving back in front of the TV he glared at her.

“I’m here you know, I took off from the lab early just to see you. I went and got you roses too, to say I’m sorry for all the time in the lab. And now, now you’re choosing some movie over me? Your boyfriend?” His voice was laced with poison and honey. “This fake movie, with fake strippers. That’s not even what real strip clubs look like! Let alone the strippers! How can you even like that?” You glared at him a moment, but you felt a little bad. Tony did get off early for you, and the flowers. Hell, he even stopped watching porn for you, unless it was with you. 

“Tony it’s just a movie. And I just wanna finish it. That’s all.” But it was clear it was much more than that.He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his Arc Rector.

“Those dance moves aren’t even hard you know. Even Steve could do them.” You chuckled softly knowing you wouldn’t get to finish it tonight.

“Steve? Well yeah, probably he’s super buff and super flexible. He wouldn’t have trouble doing it.”

“Clint could too.” He huffed before glancing across the room. Clearly, he was jealous, and probably mad at the fact he put Steve striping into your head.

“Of course Clint could. Have you seen the way he trains with Nat? Or his arm strength.” You hum looking over your lover, finally seeing the jealousy in him.

“I could too.” He muttered under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear it. He knew he wasn’t as flexible as Steve or as strong. And Clint was a close second, but they couldn’t be that hard right?

A laugh rolled off your lips at that. “No, Tony, you couldn’t.” You didn’t mean it in a bad way, but you knew his body. He once even pulled a leg muscle from a position you guys were trying. He couldn’t do half, if any, of the dances they do in Magic Mike. Not that it bothered you, he was great at other things.

“I so could,” he glanced at the TV before nodding “Easy Peasy.” You, of course, raised your eyebrow to this. The idea of him moving his hips in such sinful ways just for you.Well, that got you wet, and now he had your full attention. Even though you knew he wouldn’t do it, it was a hot thought. You stood up moving to go turn off the movie before you felt his arms round your waist, stopping you.“I don’t think so (Name)” He growled seductively, pressing his hips against you roughly. He was easily semi hard and very protective at the moment.You let out a small groan, feeling his body against yours. You were so sensitive from trying to sit through that movie, you forgot about your own desire. 

“Tony I just wanna turn off the movie.”

“No.” He growled again but it was rough, more like a command. A smirk forming on his lips as he stood you up properly and ran his hand up your chest before down to cup your crotch. You back firmly pressed against his chest.You let out a loud gasp, clearly able to feel his fingers through the thin material of your (F/C) Pj bottoms. 

“Tony..” You whisper softly, your hips slightly swaying into his.That earned a small hiss from him, you knew those sexy hip-hugging pants weren’t helping his erection. Even though he tried to keep you still, you turned in his arms and kissed him. Once your lips were on his he lost it, his hands desperately roaming your body trying to pull you closer. Your hands slid down his chest going straight for the button on his pants. He grabbed your hands with a smirk on his lips, which were currently pressed against your neck.

“Baby, I’m hot just like an oven..” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You made this playboy get that hot? “I need some lovin’,” He whispered after a few seconds.He was not doing what you thought he was. You pulled back and looked at him to see if he was really serious about this. “And Baby, I can’t hold it much longer, It’s getting stronger and stronger.” He hummed out softly, oh he was so going to ass an ass cause of the movie. “And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing, sexual healing.” He sang softly before lightly rolling his hips into yours.You let out a soft moan before chuckling softly. 

“Tony stop playing around and let me have you.” You huffed softly before he ran his hands over your hips.

“JARVIS, play my track.” He spoke to the ceiling before setting you softly on the couch. As sure as you were sitting there Marvin Gaye; Sexual Healing started playing. 

You chuckled quite loudly looking up at Tony with an amused look.“What now Tony? You gonna dance for me?” You teased before rolling your eyes. You honestly knew he wouldn’t ever do anything to make a fool of himself. It wasn’t who he was, and well you kinda wished he would be silly to you.

“I am, actually. Easy Peasy.” He smirked before swaying his hips softly to the beat. He took his white blazer in his hands softly sliding it off his shoulders before flipping it back on. “Just enjoy.” He purred before sliding his hands down, hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of his jeans. Circling his hips to the beat of the music, a small hip thrust between each circle.You could feel your cheeks heating up, you honestly couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Tony, The Tony Stark, giving you a private strip show. 

You fidgeted on the couch, unable to sit still. You looked at him, clearly undressing him as he went on.Your looks only encouraged him more, cause as nervous as he was, he knew you would enjoy this. He finally shimmed his blazer off, tugging on his shirt before lifting it up a little. You obviously couldn’t help yourself as you let out a little cheer for him. That made his cheeks go pink, slowly pulling his shirt off and throwing it to you.

“Woooh! Take it off!” You cheered your boyfriend on, no matter how embarrassed you clearly were. Tony smiled widely before sliding his hands over his hips, slowly popping the button on his jeans. His eyes would slowly crawl over your body, oh how he wanted to quit this stupid show and take you. But he wouldn’t he needed to prove no one is better than him, besides you of course.You felt like you would start drooling any moment. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan, as you watched him palm at himself through his jeans. His head tipping back with a moan of your name rolling off your lips. You stood up walking over to him, leaning in and kissing him roughly. You didn’t wanna play this game anymore, you wanted him now!He chuckled and interlocked your fingers with his before pulling away from the kiss. 

“No Touching (Name), or you won’t get any tonight.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You were trembling, just wanting his hands all over your body. A soft whimper falling from your lips as he once again sat you on that dreaded couch. You wanted to protest but he wouldn’t have any of it. But instead of stepping back to the spot he was in, he kicked your legs apart softly standing between them. His hands caressing your face before running into your hair as his circle and thrust his hips so close to you.

Shaky hands slide up his thighs, you were wondering if he would stop you but he didn’t. You trailed your fingers over the top of his somewhat exposed boxers before slowly pulling the zipper down. But as soon as you were going to touch him, he pulled away and stepped back into his spot slowly working his pants off his hips. His hands tugging on his boxers before pulling them back up.You cursed under your breath, he was really drawing this out. 

“Tony, please..” You whined softly before he smirks, his eyes dark and full of lust.

“Please, what Sweet Cheeks~” He purred his hand rubbing himself softly through his boxers, keeping direct eye contact with you the whole time. He knew what you wanted, he wanted it as well.

“Get over here and let me have you!” You begged softly, hating the fact that he was working you up so much. But the need in your voice clearly affected him, he couldn’t think straight any longer.

“Come here Kitten~” He purred holding out his hands to you, you jumped up before even taking his hands. A chuckle passed through his part lips before he kissed you roughly, backing you up into the wall. His hips firmly pressed into yours, causing you to gasp loudly into the kiss. Giving him time to slip his tongue in, slowly twirling around yours.God, he had such a talented tongue, and hands which were currently pushing your PJs bottoms off your hips. 

“Mmm,” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips stroking along your silk laced panties. Okay, maybe you were going to surprise him when he finally got home. In your defense, you haven’t had sex in about a month and you so wanted him to want you.“You got new panties? Just for me (Name)?” He smirks breaking the kiss before his hands slid your shirt up and over your head. “Mmm, I like it.” His dark eyes, frighten and excited you all at once. You have never seen him like this before, but you loved it. His kissed down your chest, his hands resting in the small of your back pulling you closer to his lips as he got onto his knees.You gasp running your fingers through his short hair as his tongue traveling along the top of your silk panties. 

“T-tony.” You moaned softly, tugging on his hair lightly. He growled seductively before easily sliding your panties over to push a finger into you, a soft groan coming from him.

“My god (Name) you are so wet.” He panted softly, pumping his finger in and out of your quickly. Your breath caught in your throat as your head tipped back against the wall. Legs trembling turning to jello as your boyfriend worked on you.Soon even he couldn’t hold back at he pulled his finger out licking it off slowly. “Always so tasty.” He bites his lip as he slides your panties down your legs, god your legs were such a turn on to him. You still had your head back against the wall, eyes closed and whimper for more. You expected to feel his hands lifting on thigh over his shoulder and his tongue on your clit. But instead, he surprised you with removing his boxers and quickly standing putting your leg around his hip as he rammed into you. 

Both your mouths flying open, moaning loudly. He knew he wouldn’t be lasting long, not after drawing it out so long. But to make sure you would finish with him, he slides his hand to roughly rub at your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts.Moan after moan slipped out of your mouth and into his ear as your nails dragged up and down his back. Leaving scratches and red marks with every swipe, which caused his hips to thrust harder. Reaching over to the small end table beside you for balance, you both quickly knocked it over. The rough thrust he was giving you easily vibrated the wall knocking over quite a few pictures.But neither of you cared, you could always clean later, right now you two danced on the edge of release. His thrust easily got sloppy and you could feel that familiar coil in your lower stomach heating up. 

“Tony, god! Ah! TONY!” You cried out as he finally pounded against that sweet spot inside you. Your legs were shaking violently, instead of giving you the chance to catch your balance he scooped up your other leg wrapping it around his waist.Sometimes you forgot how strong your boyfriend really was, he could easily lift you and throw you about, despite your weight. Intertwining your fingers into his hair once more, you yanked him into a rough kiss. Tongues battling for dominance as he roughly gave a few more thrusts into you. Your muscles clenching and tightening around him, letting out a cry of pure pleasure as he took you to heaven and back. 

With a few rougher, sloppy thrust he was seeing stars behind his closed eyes lids, groaning out your name. You both worked your hips lazily through your orgasms before panting roughly. Tony head buried in your neck, your head tipped back against the wall. Your chest rapidly pounding against each other, sweat covering every inch of your bodies.Despite his legs feeling as if they would give out any second he slowly carried you into the bedroom, careful to avoid the mess you both made. He laid you down on the bed, crawling in beside you still panting.

“You tell… anyone. I did that… our sex tape.. will go viral..” He panted softly, curling his body into yours. All you could do is nod as you were breathless. You smiled at him before chuckling softly. “What’s so. funny?” He looked at your curiously, unsure why you were chuckling.

“You were better than the strippers on that movie, and I want another show.” You managed to say all in one breath before your cheeks heated up. He smirks softly and kisses her quickly. His arms snaking around your body, pulling you to lay on him. You happily put your head on his chest, fingers softly touching the corners of his Arc Reactor.

“I want a show too.” He whispered before closing his eyes, running a hand through your wet hair softly. All you did was a nod and slowly drift off on his chest.


~The Next Morning~

Steve and Natasha had begun to worry when Bruce told them Tony hasn’t been in the lab all morning. And the fact that you weren’t bopping around the tower with your cheery attitude. They didn’t know what could have happened, but Bruce remembered hearing a lot of crashes last night. Clearly thinking the worst they rushed up to Tony floor.

Once they saw the mess everywhere, they were afraid something had really happened. Steve rushed to look around before stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, his cheeks going flush. Natasha and Bruce ran to his side before Tony smirked at them and put his finger to his lips.You were still curled up on his chest with a thin blanket draped over both of your guys lower halves. But the part of your chest that wasn’t pressed tight against Tony’s side was in clear view of the other three Avengers.

Natasha chuckled softly before taking both of the blushing boys back to the elevator. “What the hell did they do to their apartment last night..” Steve mumbled before Bruce leaned over and whispered into his ear as his face paled. Natasha kept a smirk on her face, oh she was going to tease you forever now.





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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 02

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

Word Count: 9,013

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His body collapsed in the empty space next to yours, heavy breaths falling from his swollen lips as he waited for the harsh rise and fall of his chest to subside. His mind was wrecked with a numbness as he let the spikes of pleasure wash through his body. The room was completely soundless except for the weighted pants falling from yours and Jungkook’s mouths. But eventually his breathing, along with yours, returned to normal, leaving the two of you in deafening silence.

Jungkook’s fucked out mind, now completely clear as the weight of the situation finally settled inside of him. He just slept with his best friend… and he honestly wasn’t sure what to do now. He turned his head to the side slowly, an anxiety forming inside of his chest at the thought of seeing your reaction.

What he saw was you, staring straight up at the ceiling, tight-lipped, and not daring to look at him. The sight scared him, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking as you refused to turn your sights towards him. Should he say something, should he reach out to you? He wasn’t sure what the right option here really was.

But before he can make a decision he watches as your body suddenly lifted into a sitting positon, throwing your legs over the side of the bed as you prepared to get up. Jungkook is quick though, swiftly reaching forward to grasp your wrist before you can get up. He can see the noticeable stiffening of your bare back as his hand wrapped around your skin, and it makes a sickly feeling run through his stomach at your visible lack of comfort with him.

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