Summary: A secret relationship comes out in an innocent game of Truth or Dare....
Paring: Fangs X Anon Reader
Warning: NSFW,Language, mention of s3X, mentions of light BDSM
Word count: 1k
A/N: Okay so this is a request from a while back! Lmk if y’all want that part 2 ;)
Y/N POV & Reader POV
“C’mon Y/N spill!” I gulped my throat clenching. I sat in the circle of Cheryl’s comfy carpet where my friends and my secret boyfriend sat waiting for my confession. What turned out to be an innocent game for the teenagers ended up taking a turn for the worst. My beat red face said it all.
“ What was the- um question again?” I stuttered avoiding Fangs threatening gaze as if the cocky gazes from everyone else weren’t enough.
“ Y/N you picked truth so we ask again….” Veronica squealed, “ Have you had nasty rough sex with anyone in this room?” The girls giggled. The boys that consisted of Archie, Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Reggie all whistled and laughed also.
“ I haven’t-” I croaked out embarrassed. Toni burst out, “ Bullshit!! I remember those huge hickies you had. You forget we change in the same locker room.” My gaze darted from fangs to Toni and the floor.
“ Yes. But that’s it I won’t say who!” I blushed madly, the girls instantly screamed and the boys then realized it wasn’t them.
“ Well well, boys who were it.” Betty tsked as she scanned the boy’s expressions. They all looked back and forth between them. Fangs finally looked at me, his eyes dark and jaw flexed. My stomach churned as I remembered the promise we made each other.
“Why can’t nobody know?” I asked tracing crescent moons on his bare chest as we laid in bed together.
“Baby, you know why….your parents would freak, my friends, will too.” Fangs sighed playing with my hair. “ But let’s not lie that the secret is what gets us going,” I smirked at his cocky remark.
“ Yeah sure Mr. bad boy.” I teased, I absolutely knew it was true, the risky sex in semi-public areas where anyone could walk in. Or the sexual inuendos at school or when we were around our friends. The adrenaline and thrill were almost as good as the sex. But it also felt lonely.
Anger flooded my veins as I realized he really wasn’t going to speak up about us... Maybe ever. I wanted my friends to know. I don’t want to be a secret anymore.
“ Fangs.” I snapped. His face instantly dropped and the laughter was cut off. I stared right at him, fire in my eyes. “ But it doesn’t really matter, right? Because that what it is just nasty sex.” His eye went from narrow to concerned. The looks of every one were enough to kill the mood.
“ Dude-” Sweet Pea said stunned mouth hanging as confusion set around everyone’s face. Fang’s rubbed his neck avoiding everyone’s quiet gaze.
“ I’m done playing this game.” I snarled and pushed myself off the floor, ignoring the calls for me to stay.
“ Fangs. Go.” Toni snapped at him annoyed at his bashful reaction.
I went straight into the room I picked in the cabin, looking at myself in the mirror. Was he embarrassed by me? Hell, anyone could have me, yet he wants me to keep us a secret. It use to be fun.
“ Y/N..” Fangs called from the hallway as he looked for me. I rolled my eyes instantly going to slam the door, only to be stopped by a heavier weight.
“ Leave me alone.” I snapped at him as I weakly tried to push the door on him. It only pissed him off more.
“ Y/N I am serious. Let me in.” He growled as he shoved the door open, I stood stunned as he turned and slammed the door. “ I thought we agreed..”
“It’s a game Fangs! Get over it!” I yelled at him viciously, he hated to be yelled at. When it came to having rough sex…. It was very rough. Another reason he didn’t want us to be public. He was scared people would think he was abusive when in fact it was just our thing.
“ Don’t fucking yell at me.” He protruded pushing me towards the wall where his body trapped me. My eyes became hooded and small pants followed as his uneasy behavior turned me on. Sudden memories of their last nights together began like this. Him ordering me to get on my knees, his voice booming with dominance.
“ You knew the rule…” he sighed fingers ghosting my face and the few strands of hair that fell. His brown eyes looking for my bashful ones.
“ I- I’m...sorry…” I croaked hands connecting with his chest but were pushed down to the side and pinned to the wall.
“ I’m sorry what?” He teased. I gulped, eyes shining with innocence.
This was no longer a fight she could win, but yet another night of rough sex. And her body was practically shaking for it.
“Sir,” I whispered eyes looking down ashamed. He hummed softly and his fingers took a firm grip of her face, pulling her eyesight towards him.
He chuckled darkly remembering how mad she was earlier and how submissive she became under his touch. “ And here I thought you were mad at me… but it seems you forgot about that.” His breath ghosting around my jaw and down my neck. The electrical buzz flowing from my toes to my core was enough to pry a moan from the depth of my vocal cords. His lips pressed soft kisses as his finger slyly slide down my side to my thigh and inner thigh. Another sigh was released as I fully gave in to his touch. My brain too clouded with lust to comprehend what the fight was even about. Eyes fluttering shut and my head falling limp against the wall.
“ You know… I can just leave… as you said.” He sighed, pulling back just as his fingers ghosted my pulsing core. My brain felt static as I lazily looked at him suddenly realizing he would just leave me like this. I frowned my arms wrapping around his neck shoving my mouth on his in a desperate for my boyfriend. I didn’t care that the secret was out, that they could hear us.
“ C’mon Fogerty…” I sighed into the heated kiss, “ scared they’ll hear how vanilla you treat me..”
Summary: love wasn't supposed to be a part of you and Sweet Pea
Warnings: like two swear words
Word count: 1,492
A/N: this is based of I Love You by Billie Eilish. I wrote this in literally an hour so don't blame me if it's bad
The concept of loving someone had always scared you both. That's why neither of you had been in a real relationship. That's also why you and Sweet Pea had become friends. You knew nothing would happen because catching feelings just wasn't something you did. It wasn't that either of you were cold, or you didn't love your friends, but loving somebody with other feelings involved and being in a relationship didn't work for either of you. So the entirely platonic relationship between the two of you was the safest bet. You'd known Sweet Pea since seventh grade and you'd been best friends ever since, nothing more ever even being a thought.
It's not true
Tell me I've been lied to
Crying isn't like you
What the hell did I do?
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
There was a four day weekend due to teacher work days, so you and Sweet Pea took the opportunity to pack up a truck with blankets and pillows and food and head to one of the camp sights on the edge of Sweet Water River for a camping trip. You'd gotten there at sunset and set up everything at your sight including string lights you'd insisted on bringing, of course making Sweet Pea hang them up because he could reach the highest branches. The next day was spent with the two of you swimming and laughing, making food and just relaxing in your time off from school with each other.
The day went by fast, and it was now the second night at camp, both of you lying on a blanket next to a tree by the river. A pillow sat under your head as you stared at the sky freckled with twinkling stars up above and you talked quietly to Sweet Pea as if not to destroy the peacefulness of the night. After about a half hour of small words though you'd noticed your conversation was almost entirely one-sided. Confused, you propped yourself up on your elbow and are shocked into silence at what you see. He doesn't meet your eye, keeping his gaze set on the stars as you stare into his eyes. They practically mirrored the sky, dark and twinkling but instead of with beautiful stars there were sad tears pooling in them. A few had slipped down his cheeks leaving behind streams that glimmered in the warm light from the string lights set up a few feet away. He was bitting his lip probably to muffle a cry that was trying to escape with the tears.
"Pea?" You finally say, lying your hand on his arm. His eyes squeeze shut at your touch, another tear rolling down his cheeks and onto the fabric of the blanket. You were worried. Scared, even. No one had ever seen the Sweet Pea cry, not even you or Fangs or Toni. He didn't let people see what was happening behind the scenes in his head because he put on the act of being big and tough. There was a heavy door for say blocking anyone from getting a glimpse, but here he was, all of his emotions clear as day for you to see. Why was he crying all of a sudden? Did you do something? Say something?
Maybe won't you take it back
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn't mean to say "I love you"
I love you and I don't want to
"What's wrong?" You ask as he opens his eyes. He doesn't reply right away, staying painfully silent for another minute though it feels like an eternity before he finally answers.
"I love you." He says, voice hoarse from crying. "I love you and I don't want to."
It's as if everything around you freezes and goes silent. It feels like a hand had gripped your heart and squeezed forcing you to go still. Love. That word scared the shit out of both of you, so why did he say it? That was the promise with your friendship, that neither of you would catch feelings because that wasn't what you did. Maybe in a few seconds he would start laughing and say it was a joke, take back the word that couldn't be possible. Nothing between you has to change, you just stay close friends and the L word never happened. But a minute passed, then two, and then five and he didn't say anything. He didn't take it back, he just stared at the stars that watched the turning point in your relationship with silent watchful gazes.
"No you don't." You said in a whisper mostly to yourself rather than him. "You can't."
"That's what I thought." He says with a small, sad smile.
You stare at him in more stunned silence. He loved you. Love. He had to have been lying. Love was scary and messy and it wasn't what you two had. It couldn't be.
Up all night on another red eye
I wish we never learned to fly
Maybe we should just try
To tell ourselves a good lie
I didn't mean to make you cry
"I thought about it awhile. I wondered why I felt butterflies every time I saw you or every time you laughed or smiled at me. And then it just popped into my head. When I realized what it was I cried for the first time in years. I wished we'd never gotten close enough for it to happen." Sweet Pea says, glancing at you every now and then, but he wasn't able to watch your reaction. He didn't want to see you trying to break away from him. Like he knew you probably were, fleeing from his confessions.
"Maybe... Maybe we can just pretend you don't." You say, small hope in your voice. "Nothing has to change, we just have to lie to ourselves. I don't want you to cry over me."
The smile that you gave me
Even when you felt like dying
Sweet Pea smiles. He smiles even though everything around you, the warm comfortable friendship you'd built with trust and care and kindness and memories came crashing down. He sits up like you and stares at his lap for a moment leaving you to think about that smile. He smiled at you even though you were crushing him. He probably felt like dying for loving his best friend in a way best friends shouldn't, but he still gave you a smile to try to make you feel better. The simple smile confirmed his words much to your worst fears that he was in love with you. What did you do? How did you make this happen? Could you go back and change something and make it so this didn't happen?
We fall apart as it gets dark
I'm in your arms in Central Park
There's nothing you could do or say
I can't escape the way, I love you
I don't want to, but I love you
You pull Sweet Pea into a hug, his arms immediately wrapping around you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, warm tears slipping down onto your shoulder. He shuddered against you as he held you tighter, his arms giving you a gentle squeeze. You fall apart against each other and try not to focus on it as your bond does the same. Somehow you knew there was nothing you could do or say that could change the way he felt or how it happened. You knew he couldn't just unlove someone because that's what scared you both most about love, how strong it was. You can't escape it and you can't change it. It has the power to destroy friendships and bonds and turn the closest of people into awkward strangers. You don't have control over love because it chooses itself who it associates itself with, and leaves those people to watch hopelessly as they fall into love. Maybe that's why it's called falling. You fall into love because as soon as you slip even if it's only a little bit you go tumbling down the hill, beating yourself up and tearing yourself apart as you go while trying not to let them see. Sweet Pea slipped and now you were seeing him at the bottom from the top, seeing him torn and tears staining his cheeks.
And suddenly, it happens all at once. A small slip and then butterflies. They swarm into your stomach and heart, their wings clouding your thoughts as you physically feel yourself tumbling down an imaginary hill. Twigs and rocks cut and poke at your heart as it speeds up its once even beating. Every where Sweet Peas body touched yours felt hot and clammy, your mind shutting down and setting off distress signals. It projects one more clear thought before going dark, leaving you frozen in fear.
Summary: After Toni leaves Lavender and Sweet Pea high and dry, they call upon their best friend to finish what she started. Takes place during 3x16
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Lavender x Fangs
A/N: Thank you for 100+ followers! This is my gift to all of you! A threesome fic between Sweet Pea, Fangs, and my OC Lavender! This can be read as a one-shot, however it is a part of Mercy Killing canon! It just doesn’t take place anytime soon in the fic.
Sweet Pea and Lavender stood in their underwear, Toni having just walked out of the auditorium after pulling them in for a random (but very promising) threesome. They stared at one another, wondering what the hell had just happened.
“That was a bit of a letdown.” Lavender finally breathed out, crossing her arms over her chest. “She got me all revved up and then just left.”
Sweet Pea smirked at her, “I’m sure I can help you with that.”
“Pretty sure you only have two hands Sweets.” Lavender pointed out dryly. No, she was much more interested in exploring the inner workings of a ménage à trois in this particular moment. “Unless…” She mumbled, “We call Fangs.”
“You want to fuck our best friend?” Sweet Pea asked, looking a little offended.
Lavender scoffed, “you’d be fucking me too, dummy.” She said, hoping that he wouldn’t punch Fangs for her just suggesting it.
Sweet Pea was obviously thinking it over, a varied range of emotion crossing his face. “Alright, I’ll call Fangs. But only on one condition.”
She gave him a skeptical look, “What?”
“I get to pop your anal cherry.” Sweet Pea said with a triumphant smirk.
Lavender’s face turned bright red, “Sweets! We can’t just…do that here!” She said, talking more with her hands than with her mouth.
“All or nothing, sweetheart.” Sweet Pea said, still smirking at her. “Come on, Fangs always has lube in his locker just in case. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
She chewed her on her lower lip, staring him down in his tank top and boxers. The way he had torn his belt off earlier had just done things to her. She needed his hands on her now or at least as soon as possible.
Lav let out a sigh of defeat, “Fine, call Fangs. Bring lube and condoms because I know you didn’t bring any.”
Sweet Pea shot her an annoyed look, feeling very called out because he was always forgetting condoms in crucial moments like these. So many times had their quickies come to an abrupt halt because he didn’t have a rubber and Lavender refused to risk him just pulling out. She tried to convince him to keep one in his wallet but he’d always forget to replace it after using it.
Pea made quick work of the phone call. Fangs had pretty much the same reaction he and Lav did when Toni beckoned them into the auditorium to begin with. He was definitely confused but also excited. He ran into the auditorium, door slamming behind him, and armed with condoms and lubricant.
“Is this really happening?!” He practically shouted, eyes wide at seeing his two best friends in nothing but their underwear.
“That was like…record breaking fast.” Lavender said, pointedly looking at the clock on the wall with a teasing look on her face.
Fangs hopped up on stage, “so do I like, need to get naked too?” He asked, obviously too excited to even think straight about what to do in this kind of situation. This was like…a wild dream come true.
Lavender turned her back to both boys and sauntered over to the bed that was hidden in the wing of the stage. It was a prop for Veronica’s bedroom during JD’s Meant to be Yours scene. She could hear Fang’s belt clang against the hard floor of the stage, making her chuckle lightly.
“Yes, Fangs, and we were thinking of going the…DP route.” Lavender said as she sat down on the bed to look up at him.
Fangs glanced at Sweet Pea, “so which hole do I get?” He asked crudely, earning a punch to the arm from his friend.
Lavender laughed at him. “Come here.” She grabbed him by the waist and brought him closer to her. “Let’s just start with a kiss. Pea can watch, he kisses me all the time.”
She looked at her boyfriend, asking him if he was okay with this with a simple look. Pea gave her a slight nod before peeling off his tank top. Fangs was somehow already in his boxers. Lavender was definitely impressed by his speed.
Fangs leaned down at Lav’s urging. His lips meeting hers softly at first, but Lav made it deeper. She ran her tongue across his lips to get him to open his mouth. Of course he did, having had plenty of wet dreams about making out with his best friend. As wrong as he always felt about it, this felt right.
She pulled him down on top of her, laying back so that he was on top. Her eyes darted to Sweet Pea who was rubbing himself through his boxers with an intense look on his face. He seemed to be enjoying this at least.
Lavender and Fangs continued to kiss one another passionately, Fang’s hands wandering along her sides playfully. She let out a light moan, touching the defined muscles of his abs as he nipped at her lips.
“Rhodes, get on top.” Sweet Pea ordered. Fangs rolled over onto his back, pulling Lavender on top of him. Their lips didn’t even part, tongues entwined together. Fangs hands slipped behind her back and he expertly unhooked her bra. Lavender ripped it off of her to free her breasts.
Fangs’ hands cupped both of them, squeezing playfully. She noticed that his hands weren’t quite as big as Sweet Pea’s but they felt great nonetheless. Meanwhile Sweet Pea was slipping down her underwear. He grabbed the small bottle of lube that Fangs had brought and popped it open.
Lavender took her underwear off completely so that she was fully naked on top of Fangs. Sweet Pea squeezed the bottle, lube oozing out and dropping between her bottom cheeks. She jumped at the feeling of cold liquid against her suddenly.
Fangs chuckled at her reaction, her lips suddenly breaking away from his. “Pea!” Lavender whined at him for not warning her first.
“Don’t pay attention to him, I’m the one you’re kissing.” Fangs said a little possessively, catching her lips with his again. Lav kissed him back, feeling Sweet Pea’s hands on her ass. He smacked her once, making her let out another whine. His finger went to her hole and he rubbed the lube in, making sure it was all over his finger before slowly starting to insert it.
A small gasp came from her lips, annoying Fangs that she was breaking away from him yet again. It felt so foreign and she wasn’t sure how she felt about something suddenly being in her ass. This was an alley she’d never been down before despite Sweet Pea trying to convince her on numerous occasions.
His index finger was all the way in, “How does that feel, baby?” He asked, wanting to know if it was okay for him to go further.
Fangs was watching them, growing hard at the erotic scene in front of him. He pinched Lav’s nipples to help ease her obvious anxiety. He understood his role in this more now, to help keep her distracted while Sweet Pea prepped her ass for himself. He knew she’d never done it before, because Sweet Pea told him practically everything that went on in the bedroom (mostly because Fangs was curious and asked all the time).
“It feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt.” Lavender said, encouraging him to start moving his finger in and out. Despite the somewhat discomfort, it slowly started to feeling good. Fangs was still playing with her breasts, the feeling of two different sets of hands on her practically setting her on fire.
One of Fangs hands wandered down to lightly rub her clit. “You’ll love it, just relax.” He cooed softly into her ear. Lavender moaned lightly at his touch, her hips rocking a little to meet both of their touches.
Sweet Pea added a second finger, the stretching causing a little bit of pain. Lavender stiffened as Fangs kissed down her neck to try and distract her more. It didn’t take too long for her to get used to Sweet Pea’s fingers. Soon enough she was moaning, not only from that but also from Fangs rubbing her clit.
Sweets leaned over and started kissing her shoulder blade lovingly. Four hands and two mouths on her, god she was already going crazy. “God damn, you’re so hot.” Fangs muttered against the flesh of her neck. His hand that was on her breast moved to her core, inserting two fingers. She sucked in a sharp breath. “And you’re so wet.”
“Are you going to cum on our fingers, baby girl?” Sweet Pea asked, nipping at the back of her ear. He inserted a third, stretching her more. The pain didn’t last long as the ecstasy she was feeling from Fangs’ hands was overpowering it. “You’re taking my fingers so well. You’re almost ready.”
“You’re too big, Sweets.” Lavender moaned, her eyes shut as her forehead was resting against Fangs’ shoulder. “This is too much, I’m already going crazy.”
Sweet Pea laughed, “You’re the one that wanted this.” He pointed out. “Inviting Fangs was your idea.”
She just whimpered in response. Fangs pulled his fingers out. Lav lifted her head to look at him with hooded eyes, “Fangs? Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want my dick in you, not my fingers.” He said as a matter-of-fact. Sweet Pea pulled his fingers out as well and suddenly Lav felt very annoyed at having no neither of their hands on her.
Sweet Pea handed Fangs a condom. Both boys took their boxers off and readied up. Sweet Pea squirted more lube onto his penis to get it ready, rubbing it up and down his length. “You go first, bro.” He said, knowing it’d be easier for Fangs to slip in first. It would also help take her mind off of any pain she might feel from him.
Fangs lined himself up with her entrance before thrusting up into her. Both parties moaned in unison, the sound making Sweet Pea’s needs grow.
“Sweet Pea was right, you are tight.” Fangs said, making Lav blush slightly. She grinded her hips down against him to feel more friction. “Someone’s eager.” He added as she bit her lip to hold back another moan.
Sweet pea grabbed one of her hips. Fangs stopped moving so that Sweet Pea could enter her. He pushed in and Lav let out a small cry of pain. He stayed still, waiting for her to get used to him. “You move first, it’ll help.” He told Fangs.
Fangs started to move again, thrusting in and out of her. He put his hands on her waist to hold her in place. Lavender moaned, the pleasure from Fangs was definitely overpowering the unpleasantness of Sweet Pea in her ass.
As soon as sounds of pleasure started to spill from her mouth, Sweet Pea started to move slowly. He could even feel Fang’s member which wasn’t something that he was expecting. Them moving in and out at the same time, keeping pace with one another. Pea’s hands were on her hips to help further keep her steady.
Lavender didn’t know how to feel, the completely exotic feeling of having both boys inside of her, both of them moving simultaneously. Whatever pain she had felt was gone now. She was overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Their harmonious moans only making more heat pool in the pit of her stomach.
They pumped faster, Sweet Pea going a little softer than he normally did since she was still getting used to his size. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He said, “Do you like both of us fucking you at the same time?”
“Yes,” Lavender mewled. “God, it feels so amazing!” Fangs used one hand to play with her clit again, knowing it would drive her even crazier.
She moaned out loudly, the sound echoing in the auditorium. None of them cared about how much noise they were making. The sound of skin against skin loud in the open room.
All three had the feeling of orgasms rising inside of them. Lavender’s was definitely the strongest and she knew she’d probably hit her peak first.
Sweet Pea grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her back. His pace increased again and Fangs followed suit quickly to match him.
“Gonna come, baby?” Sweet Pea asked, knowing very well how to read the pitches of her moans.
Lavender only whimpered, feeling close to the edge. Sweet Pea reached around with his other hand and groped her breast. Between their members moving in and out of her, Fangs’ hand on her clit, and Sweet Pea’s hand on her breast, Lavender was forced to her peak. She came hard, biting her tongue to keep from screaming loudly. She didn’t want to alert anyone else outside of the auditorium.
The boys had their orgasms almost simultaneously moments later, all three panting heavily. Lavender was collapsed on top of Fangs and Sweet Pea pulled out so he could lay down beside them on the small twin bed. They didn’t really fit but there was a soft comfort in being so close together, basking in the afterglow of their escapades.
“Now I can say I’ve had sex with both of you.” Fangs said happily, an arm wrapped around Lavender’s waist affectionately.
Sweet Pea elbowed him playfully while Lav laughed. “You’re such a dork.”
Suddenly they heard the door squeak open and though they were all hidden on the side of the stage, all three jumped up. They comically scrambled to the other side of the bed to hide, hearts racing.
“Hello?” Kevin’s voice rang out. He had thought he had heard people talking but wasn’t sure. After a moment he left and the three broke out into laughter.
Prompt: Could you write me a riverdale imagine where the reader and sweet pea are complete opposites (she’s a total gooorthie) and she starts hanging out with Cheryl and Toni and becomes a badass to get him to notice her more?? Thanks so much, even if you don’t do it!! @thevortexclubposse
A/N: my dude I’m so sorry that this took so long!! I hope you like it I haven’t done a request in literally forever lol. Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated :)
Ever since Cheryl started dating Toni, you noticed differences in her. She didn’t regard the southside with such disdain, and actually began to like the serpents. You appreciated the changes you’d seen in your best friend, but you only hoped Toni might rub off a little more on you too. Ever since the Southside High students had transferred to Riverdale, you eye had immediately been caught by a tall and mysterious serpent. All his friends called him Sweet Pea, but you’d never had the pleasure of even speaking with him. Luckily, as Cheryl and Toni grew closer, you and Toni did too, and you had a plan up your sleeves.
“Toni!” you exclaimed, running after her down the hall.
“What’s up?” she asked you, slowing her pace slightly so you could catch up.
“I have a big favor to ask you. I kinda have a crush on one of the serpents-“
“Sweet pea?” she asked earnestly. Your eyes got wide.
“How did you know?” you exclaimed in a whisper. She chuckled under her breath as she smiled.
“You’re pretty obvious about it, you know. Don’t worry, Sweet Pea has no idea. He’s a boy,” she said rolling her eyes. You laughed nervously, relieved he didn’t know but your mind still reeling at how obvious you had been. “So what’s the favor?”
“Well, I don’t really think I’m his type, you know? He doesn’t even know who I am, and I want to get his attention somehow. I was wondering if you had any ideas?” Toni’s lips stretched into a sly smile.
“I actually might.”
~
“Are you sure it’s not like, too tight?” you asked uncertainly, trying and failing to get the skin-tight black leather skirt to stretch in any way around your hips.
“Is that a joke? If Toni wasn’t standing here right now, I would’ve pounced on you myself,” Cheryl joked, earning an elbow to the rib from Toni.
“You look amazing, seriously. No one’s ever going to expect this from you. They might not even recognize you.”
“No one is going to recognize me at the Wyrm, I’ve never even been there before,” you retaliated.
“Well looking how you do now, Sweet Pea won’t be the only one to notice.”
Toni insisted you ride her motorcycle with her to the Wyrm. She said it was part of the “badass experience.” You did have to admit the adrenaline rush gave you an extra burst of confidence as you walked through the front doors of the Wyrm, however it was uncertain if the wind had improved or ruined your hair. Judging by the looks you received upon walking in, you weren’t too concerned about it. You smirked slightly as you walked alongside Toni and Cheryl over to the pool table where Sweet Pea stood, along with Fangs and some of the other serpents. Sweet Pea’s reaction to your new appearance was better than you could’ve asked for. His eyes widened, just long enough for you to notice before he resumed his previous expression. Toni introduced the two of you.
“I know who you are, you’re always hanging with Toni and Cheryl. The really smart one, right?” You blushed slightly at the realization that he did, in fact, know who you are. You wanted to try to maintain your confident demeanor just a little longer, though.
“Yeah, and I know who you are. The tall, handsome serpent I wish Toni had introduced me to sooner.” His eyebrows raised, and he licked his lips slightly. You smirked a little leaning back on the pool table. He stepped closer to you, a mischievous smile adorning his plump lips.
“Well let me get you a drink then and we’ll start making up for lost time.”
A soft pile of mush!! Honestly he’s a passionate guy, and he loves to cuddle and play with your hair until you fall asleep if you’re at home, and if you’re not, well, he’ll still find a way to cuddle or hold hands and be a cheesy bastard
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
This dork loves his hair, he spends forever on it every day, and thrives of it. When it comes to you, he loves your nose, booping it or kissing it, and your hips, he leaves hand and fingermarks there all the time after sex
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He lowkey loves to cum inside you but is also terryfied of pregnancy scares, so it usually only happens when he1s tipsy or drunk even tho your on the pill
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Loves public sex, but would actually die at the spot if he were ever busted
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Knows the basic stuff, but hasn’t been in a serious relationship before, just friends with benefits type of things, so he really enjoys being able to ask and talk about stuff
F = Favourite Position
You wrapped aroud him, preferably against a wall, and reverse cowgirl
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He can totally be both, but usually he’s in between, he is a passionate guy after all, but he can’t help cheesy comments every now and then
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Likes to be well groomed at all times
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s a romantic at heart, but it’s more about the small gestures, praising touches and loving words during
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t really like to jack off too much when he’s in a relationship, he thinks it feels way better to fuck then, but he loves to watch you do it
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Bondage, but nothing too hardcore, and ofc the public sex, he loooves public sex
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Shower, backseat of his truck, and anywhere you can hide away in public
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Small touches in public, accidental or not, when your skirt or dress slips up at bit, your legs, and the way you look at him when your drunk and want him n o w
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I honestly don’t think there too much he wouldn’t try once, but he would never do anything that put you in actual danger, or could hurt you too bad
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Is great at giving, and loves it, is so turned on by reciving that he rarely lasts long
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual when he can, but in public he’s def more fast and rough
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He never, ever says no to a quicky
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Y E S
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He has pretty good stamina during sex, but needs time before he can go again
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Just handcuffs, but loves to watch you use toys on yourself
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Waaay too much, he loves to tease you in public until you can’t wait to get home and just fuck in the bathroom
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s not very vocal at all, usually he moans into your neck you into your mouth, but he does like to talk to you during, telling you how good you feel and how gorgeous you are
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s not opposed to haveing a threesome with another boy
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
I’m Eupropean so please don’t ask me about inches etc, but let’s just say he’s more than enough for you
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high tbh, but he never pushes you if you’re really not feeling it
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he get’s his cuddles, he’s usually asleep within 15 minutes
Plot: It started quietly and slowly. Two weeks of glances in the hallways, brushing hands or shoulders when he walked by leaving you blushing. You weren’t used to attention and suddenly you had caught his. But at the same time you caught the attention of someone with very bad intentions.
Warnings: Mentions of Rape!, Creepy Chuck, Violence, Fluffy Fangs
The glow of the computer screen shined on your face as you edited photos for the blue and gold, “You look so cute when you concentrate.” You looked up surprise, “Excuse me?” Chuck Clayton stood in front of you. He smirked, “How about I take you out sometime?”
As soon as your mind processed it you felt sick, “No.” He rolled his eyes, “Come on babe I know you want to. We’ll even start the fun early. I can bend you over a desk right now.” You quickly picked up your stuff and walked away from him, “No!” He followed you out into the hallway before pushing you towards the wall, trapping you with his arm, a threatening look in his eyes, “I always get what I want.” He placed one of his hands on your thigh sliding it up under the hem of your skirt, “Always. So you might as well just give in now.” His tone scared you, “I said no Chuck! Leave me alone!” Your voice cracked, the panic evident.
He was about to say something else when a loud whistle pulled his attention away. Several Serpents stood a few feet away, “Wow Clayton. I knew you were a douche, but a rapist? That doesn’t surprise me at all.” Fangs shook his head. Chuck laughed, “Stay out of this snake. I’m just having a little... chat with her. Isn’t that right Y/N?” His hand brushed up your leg, resting on your hip.
Fangs walked towards you, “I’m pretty sure she said no.” He caught your gaze, noticing the tears threatening to fall and the fear in your eyes. Chuck didn’t back down though instead he smirked and roughly kissed your cheek, “She can be persuaded.” That was the final straw.
Fangs pushed Chuck towards the Serpents, “You’re about to learn a lesson you’ll never forget. One, don’t ever touch a girl without her permission.” The Serpents looked ready to fight, “Two, if she says no. She means no.” Fangs cracked his knuckles, “Three, you are a disgusting piece of shit.” You heard the click of someone’s knife being opened, “And four, don’t ever touch or look at a Serpents girl. Because the beating you’re about to receive, just might become a murder.”
You had come to learn the Serpents names, they were kind to you since Fangs took an interest. Especially two people, Toni Topaz and Sweet Pea. Which was why it didn’t surprise you that Fangs took the first swing and Sweet Pea took the second, knocking Chuck to the ground where Toni repeatedly kicked him in the stomach. Quickly the others joined in, taking pleasure in his pain.
Fangs approached you slowly, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” You couldn’t hold back the tears the fell from your eyes, you felt violated. Fangs pulled you into his chest tightly, “It’s okay Y/N, it’s going to be okay. I’m here now and no one is EVER going to touch you again.” He looked you in the eyes, “I promise.”
SUMMARY: it was just teasing and dirty jokes, but at a party on the southside, Fangs sees y/n dancing seductively, and suddenly it's not a joke anymore.
A/N: I've wanted to see some Fangs smut for a while now and I figured why not just write my own? I just recently started enjoying this song (Strip That Down by Liam Payne) so I decided to incorporate that. It also helps to listen to the song before/during the imagine to get the full effect. Go forth and be dirty.
You wore faded denim cut off shorts that hung low on your hips and didn't fall too long on your thighs. Your thin, loose, cropped white t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination—showing off your black bra and belly button piercing.
Parties were your favorite thing. You loved to dance, to feel the energy, and drink until it was all too much. You could let your hair down and just be stress-free, even if just for one night. So you didn't hesitate to accept an invite to the party your friend was throwing the following Friday night.
It was Friday and you were more than ready to get the weekend started. Walking into the house, you were greeted with loud, booming music and sporadic crowds of people. A smile instantly spread across your features when you saw your friends Fangs and Sweet Pea were already there.
They were in the kitchen with your friend, (y/f/n), while she filled drinks. You made your way into the kitchen area at the near back of the house, smacking her hand on Fangs' upper arm as you walked around him. "Hey, guys," you shouted a little, to be heard over the music.
"Hey, y/n! Glad you could make it," your friend beamed, filling red solo cups with beer from a keg.
Sweet Pea greeted you with an easy going smile and a singular nod, "Was wondering when you'd finally get your ass to the party."
You rolled your eyes and reached for a cup. "I don't just randomly appear this way, dear Sweet Pea," your voice was dripping with sarcasm, before you brought the cup to your lips, swallowing down at least half of it before slamming it down on the counter. "Now, if you'll excuse me—where the fuck is the dance floor in this joint?"
Shrugging off your denim jacket caught Fang's eye, drawing them from your friend down to your shoulders and chest. He didn't to. It just happened. But he hadn't realized just how little you were wearing. You didn't notice as you started through the archway into the living room that his eyes were following you.
There was a large group in the living room, dancing and grinding to the beat of the music playing loudly through a pair of tall speakers. You walked right into the mess and swiveled your hips as you spun into it, finding some random party-goer to dance with.
All the while, Fangs watched you from the kitchen. His back leaned into the high counter of the island, forcing down a shot, his eyes stuck on your body as it moved. Your hips swayed smoothly with the boosted bass losing yourself in it.
It was a good song. You didn't know the name of it. But it didn't really matter to you. You were too busy washing away your stress with the melodies. And then you finally noticed you had an admirer. Your eyes had flickered toward the kitchen—you didn't really know why, either. They just did.
And you saw him staring at you, practically drooling over you as you danced. A devilish thought came to your mind as the song changed. This one, you knew—Strip That Down. It had a god beat with some nice bass. And you were going to use all of it.
You continued to act oblivious to it all as your hands moved slowly down your body, swinging your hips in a quick rotation with the accent sounds in the song. You pulled your hands up your thighs as you quickly bent to snap your hair back, drawing emphasis to your breasts and ass.
Fangs watched you intently, jaw slacked, eyes slightly dilated. That was when you flicked your eyes toward him, your hands reaching your chest and neck. "Holy God," he breathed, in awe of what he was witnessing.
It was like you knew just what you were doing to him—and you absolutely did. The more you moved, the harder he found himself getting, and the wider your smile became. You swayed your hips sensually, your hands in your hair, with parted lips and closed eyes.
You looked completely lost in it. You looked like sex. Sweet Pea stared at Fangs with a dumbfounded expression, leaning into the island a foot from him. "Dance with her, dumbass," he told him, as though it should've been obvious. And it had been—for several minutes.
"You know what? Fuck it." Fangs, not looking away from your insinuating movements, put his beer cup on the counter and started into the crowd.
Sweet Pea huffed a chuckle, shaking his head at his friend. With your back to kitchen, you didn't know you hand company until a set of hands slid onto your stomach, arms wrapping around you from behind. "Took you long enough," you grinned.
"What can I say? I was a little busy enjoying the show."
You slid your hands up behind you to drape your arms around his neck, dropping your head back on his shoulder as his hands gripped your hips to guide you. Grinding your ass against the hard bulge in his jeans in slow, rhythmic movements.
A soft moan slipped past your lips when you felt his lips on your neck. You found yourself moaning again when his teeth bit down on your ear lobe. Your chest felt tight, stomach anxious, with a light wetness forming in your panties.
After a moment, your hips were moving on their own, and Fangs let his hands wander up your body. There had been a tension between you two for a long time, but especially within the past couple of weeks. Probably because that's when you got your belly button pierced.
That was when you started wearing more crop tops, more tight and revealing clothing in general. When you really started to look like a gorgeous woman and not just a sisterly best friend. It was when it hit him just how matured you were.
Fangs' fingertips brushed the start of your bralette, causing your skin to erupt in bumps. "You're a great dancer," he whispered, his voice hot against your ear. "But it's kind of hard to see with all these people here. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"
You bit your bottom lip tightly, "Sounds like a party."
You peeled yourself from Fangs only to take his hand and start leading him away, to a place you knew you wouldn't be bothered. Upstairs. Your knew your friend had a guest room with a lock on it—you'd stayed in it a few times before.
You'd lead the way up the stairs, the music still just as loud on the second level. As soon as you hit the top of the stairs, Fangs tugged on your hand, spinning you toward him, and crushed your lips with his. His tongue was at your lips in a second, eager to taste you.
And you let him in wholeheartedly, pulling him down the hall with you by the folds of his leather jacket. Groping the wall for the place you knew the door should be, turning the knob and pushing it open, tugging him inside with you.
The door closed when your back pressed into it. Your open mouths moved together deeply, quickly, and lustfully. You pushed at his jacket and he shrugged the leather off his shoulders, tossing it aside, before voluntarily removing his shirt.
Your lips only broke for the seconds it took for his shirt to come off, you took off yours, and then his lips were hungrily devouring yours again and your hands were exploring the newly bared skin. Tracing the line of the muscles in his chest and abdomen. He moved his lips to your neck as his hands reached the clasp of your bra.
"Someone's eager," you mused, breathlessly, as you arched your back off the door to allow for proper space behind you.
When your bra came off, his hands took the place of it, cupping your breasts and trailing wet kisses down your chest bone. The back of your head hit the wood of the door as a wave of heat washed over you. Then his tongue slid over your left breast.
And your whole body shuddered, followed by a moan, gasping when he took the mound his mouth. Your fingers gripped at his hair. He gave the same treatment to your other breast before his lips connected with yours again. Yours hands immediately began to tug at his belt, causing him to grin against your lips. "Someone's eager," he whispered your words back to you, before dropping low, his hands on the backs of your thighs.
You hopped up as he lifted, securing your legs around his waist, and he carried you the bed. The two of you literally fell into the mattress—him on top of you—and your mouths never once disconnected. A bit frantically, yours fingers worked at his belt once again, desperate for more. You longed to feel him, all of him. And sooner rather than later.
With the unclasping of his belt, your feet pushed them down—along with his boxers—while yours slid up his body, taking every inch in beneath your finger tips. It elicited a small moan to pour from his into yours. He would never admit it, but Fangs had been yours for a long time. You made him weaker than anyone ever could. And your touch felt like fire. The hard member you'd felt through the coarse denim now pressed to your thigh.
His lips bit at your neck as you both worked off your denim shorts and lacy black underwear, tossing them off the end of the bed into the black nothingness of the dark room. And in that moment, he sat back, pulling away to look at you. To soak you in. To kiss every inch of your figure with his eyes. "Goddamn, y/n, you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed.
"You say that like you didn't know before," you smirked. You sat up enough to grab his face, pulling him to you. Leaning back on the bed, bringing him with you, every inch of him pressed to every inch of you. And suddenly something so fast and lustful became something slow and passionate.
Your kisses were deep as your tongues mingled into one. "Are you okay with this?" he asked you, as his hand slid from your hip downward, toward your dripping sex. The euphoria, the anticipation—it caused your arms to cover in bumps. Unable to respond quite properly, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and down.
His fingertips rubbed at your folds and your head fell back at the spark up your spine, and he pressed his lips to the front of your neck. You gasped when he slipped his fingers inside you and gradually pumped a pleasurable rhythm. Your hips instinctively rolled with each movement of his digits as numerous moans and sounds of ecstasy fell from your lips.
"Oh God...mm...right there, Fangs, right there," you moaned out, between the waves of heat. "Shit...I'm gonna cum."
"Do it. Cum for me, princess. Cum for me," he encouraged, his deep voice drenched with lust against your ear. It didn't make any more words for your orgasm to rock your body, and you came over his fingers, still moving to finger you through it. The emotions radiating up and down your body were too intense to describe.
You sank against the mattress as you breathed heavily, reeling from the high as you slowly came back down. "I need you," you breathed.
Fangs bit your neck, "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me...please."
You whimpering voice was out of your control, full of a deep want that called to something inside him. He positioned himself between your thighs, removing his fingers from you to line himself up with your entrance, and you both watched as he pushed into you. With a breathless sigh, your hand gripped tightly into your hair, the other tangling in the sheets.
He pulled out and thrusted back into you, causing your back to arch off the bed. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he started thrusting in and out of you. You hooked your legs around his waist as his chest pressed against yours, his lips against your neck. The repositioning brought him deeper and you both felt the effects.
Fangs' teeth were leaving marks on the soft flesh of the side of your neck, moaning as the sounds of pleasure came from you in almost incoherent strings of words. "Ahh, mm...faster...faster," you moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He had no problem with obliging, picking up a harder, faster pace that caused your nails to dig into the skin of his shoulder blades, your walls tightening around him. "Fuck, y/n," he groaned, face buried in the crook of your neck.
You bit your lip, "I know, baby…don't stop…I'm almost there."
"Cum with me, y/n. Cum with now."
Your second orgasm flooded through you in a series of gasping moans, screaming his name as your ached off the bed. Fangs filled you through clenched teeth and a string of obscenities. The room was still rattling with the distant booming of the music from downstairs.
But it was mixed with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing swirling together in the practically empty space around you. For a moment, neither of your moved. You just clung to each other as your came down from the high. But after a moment he rolled off of you, both of your still gulping in deep breaths of air.
