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ggidolsmuts · 7 months

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Fromis App Part 14: Snug and Secure - Fromis_9 Hayoung

You yawn and stretch as you walk to the front of the Fromis building. How did you get here? Now you're just another employee of Fromis App.

For the day. Hayoung ended up not returning with you that night, instead bilking you of a free meal and then using her leverage to have you be her lackey today. You pull out the nondescript access card that Hayoung gave you—maybe (Hopefully!) it wouldn't work, you'd just tell Hayoung you couldn't get in and leave.

*Beep*

Damn it. You sigh and make your way to the security room again.

"I'm here Hayoung."

"Good, on time, I like that. Come over, I need to sit on you."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You look around, but nothing has changed from the last time you were in Hayoung's security room.

"There's nowhere to lie down!"

"Who said anything about lying down?"

"You said you wanted to sit on me."

"Ugh Saerom and Nagyung are really holding your head to the gutter aren't they? Get in the chair!" Hayoung points to her usual chair, and obediently you do as she says. She then bounces up and plops herself on top of you—you're too confused to be aroused as she squirms and pushes herself in your lap, trying to get a more comfortable position. She grabs your arms and wrap them around her waist, as if putting on a seatbelt.

"Hehehe, my own massage chair." It's almost adorable the way Hayoung nestles into you, if you weren't gripping onto her tight abs—she kept herself in great shape for someone in security sitting all day.

"Y-You want me to massage you?"

"Later, just hold on to me for now."

Your back is ramrod straight, tense as Hayoung settles into you. Over time you begin to slouch, unable to keep your posture straight for that long. You're not sure what Hayoung's working on, but it looks boring, and there's nothing going on in the screens as well. You start drifting off, your head resting comfortably on Hayoung's shoulder—she has managed to keep herself upright the whole time.

He's kinda cute, she smiles and thinks to herself. Can't imagine him railing Jiwon and Nagyung right in the office, he doesn't seem like the type! Yet she doesn't have to imagine, and she hovers over the video files she has saved for "easy access". Your arms are still around her, hugging her like a pillow, and a warm need flows through her—but not yet, she still had to focus for now.

"Hey, I have to take a call." Hayoung nudges your arm around her.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, do you need me to get up?"

"No, there's no video. I just wanted to tell you since you were napping."

"Oh right, sorry about that."

"Sure, anyways, starting the call now." She clicks into the call.

"Hello Saerom, how are you?"

"Oh hey Hayoung, how are things?"

"Good. I prepared the security report you wanted."

"Great, let's go over it." Hayoung nods and dives into it, screensharing and going page by page with Saerom. She's fully focused—Hayoung doesn't half-ass things, something Saerom appreciates. However, it also means that she doesn't notice your hands not staying idle. You do your best as a massage chair, kneading her midriff with light squeezes before moving down to her hips and doing the same on her thighs. Like all massages it helps with blood flow, and unnoticed by Hayoung (for now), blood begins flowing down her body.

"That was what we had for the quarter." Hayoung concludes.

"Thanks. Any security incidents, did oppa fuck around in my office again?" Saerom asks offhandedly. Hayoung planned to lie, but her mind still races, blinking rapidly.

"No, I haven't seen him."

"Really?"

"Yes." Hayoung prays that Saerom doesn't somehow hear her breath hastening.

"Good. Okay thanks Hayoung, I'll see you Monday."

"Yes Saerom, see you then." Hayoung exits the call and sighs in relief, leaning back before almost jumping off your lap. "Ahh!" She had forgotten you were there!

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just forgot you were here." As her heartbeat slows back down from the surprise, Hayoung bites her lower lip—why does she feel so warm? A small tingle of pleasure flows through her, and she realizes your hands on her thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Being a massage chair, you seemed tense on the call."

"Oh... Oh okay, thanks." Hayoung squirms in your lap, and you're suddenly very aware of her warmth on your crotch. She is equally aware of your "presence" against her, and she grabs your hands, bringing them around her waist once more. "I need to focus."

"Of course, pretend I'm not here." Yet how could she? Hayoung scoots forward to avoid your growing stiffness, but it allows you to massage her lower back instead. Your hands continue their work, and try as she might, Hayoung can't concentrate, blinking rapidly and biting her lower lip.

I could use a break, Hayoung convinces herself. Wordlessly she opens a file—the one she's using to bargain with you, the one where you're fucking Nagyung over the desk. You don't notice Hayoung playing the video, your view of the screen blocked by the back of her head. You continue your diligent work, massaging up and down her back like it was your actual job. The blood continues to run through Hayoung's body, pooling at her core as she watches the lewd recording, imagining your hands on her back pressing her against the desk instead. It is only when you see Hayoung's hands drop off the desk do you realize what's going on—they've moved between her legs, resting there, her fingers probably teasing herself.

"Need some help with that Hayoung?" you whisper in her ear, finally noticing her watching the video.

"N-No, but I could use a pussy warmer," she fires back, trying to maintain control of the situation.

"Of course, I'm all yours." Hayoung gets off you, allowing you to remove your pants and boxers. She sits on you once more, sliding her own pants and underwear down just enough for access. A small gasp is heard your tip touches her entrance, and a held back whimper signifies her sitting on your cock, sheathing you fully inside her.

"G-Good, good, now just stay still and don't move, I need to work." The pretense is ridiculous, but you listen to Hayoung, doing your best to not squirm, to not buck into her as she adjusts her position, sending jolts of pleasure through the two of you.

Fuck, I forgot how big he is! Focus Hayoung! She edges herself and forces her finger to click off the video and back to her work. Your hands, previously resting on her hips, quietly move to the front, below her bellybutton.

You gently press in.

"Guh... mmm!" Hayoung bites back a moan as you press in a small circle over her womb. The "massage" causes her front wall to rub against your cock, and when you let go the friction is reduced. It comes back strongly as you press down again, but Hayoung manages to keep herself quiet. It still sends her into a tizzy though as the repeated motion makes your shaft drag across her g-spot, as if you were actually fucking her, but no, you're simply applying delicious pressure to her lower abdomen. You keep to your word, keeping your hips immobile even as Hayoung begins to squirm.

"Ah..." Hayoung leans forward, allowing your fingers to sink in further, pushing her pussy walls more insistently over your cock. She wanted it to last longer, but the more you ground her g-spot onto your cock, the more she wanted to cum now! "Nngh..." With willpower that surprises even herself, she grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"Not yet."

"I'll go slower." Hayoung jumps when you place your hand back where it was, but with a soft and very slight press, she relaxes—she could handle that much. She takes a deep breath and resumes her work best she can. You watch her screen and the security cam footage, noting the other employees' various tendencies at work—Saerom constantly reorganized her papers on her desk; Nagyung had a tongue habit you hadn't noticed until now; Jiwon loved to brush her hair; Jisun constantly touched up her makeup; Chaeyoung was always looking at the mirror; Seoyeon was regularly scribbling on her little notebook.

As for Hayoung, the main thing you noted was how wet she is as you continued to apply small pressure to the spot randomly, slowly ramping up in force and frequency. The few drops of slick on the chair initially is becoming a more noticeable puddle, and every time you press down now is followed by a deep breath from her.

God I just need to cum, but not yet! Not yet Song Hayoung! She bites her lower lip as you press deep on her womb, making her g-spot rub against you cock strongly. It's 5:50 pm, just 10 more minutes and she can get off work and get off. "Mmm!" You rub your finger up and down, and it causes the friction to grow exponentially. Hayoung tenses, a single spasm of her pussy around you signaling her closeness.

"Can I make you cum?" your whisper in her ear.

"N-Not yet! The work day's not over yet!"

"When does it end?"

"6 pm!" Hayoung gasps as you lift your fingers. Truth be told, Hayoung does no work, her eyes focused on the clock as she stares a hole through the monitor. You are right there with her, the two of you watching the static number tick up.

5:59 pm

...

6:00 pm

Hayoung intended to grab your hand and bring it to her pussy, but you move faster—your fingers drum furiously over her mound, pressing her g-spot onto your cock over and over, rubbing her front wall against your shaft repeatedly. In her edged state it feels like you're fucking her even as the two of you sit still in the chair, and Hayoung jerks back, screaming into your neck as you make her explode. The spasms come fast and furious, her pussy contracting around you erratically. Now she's bucking on your lap, throwing her hips back against you for more friction. You keep your hand over her mons, pressing your fingers rhythmically into her, feeling her twitch and jerk under your fingers. Her walls clench around you firmly multiple times, and Hayoung let's out a strangled moan—she's rolling from one orgasm to another, crying as another wave of pleasure crests over her.

"N-No more, stop..." she finally croaks, and you press your fingers deep into her flesh before finally letting go, earning yourself a whimper from Hayoung. "Ah... worth the wait."

"You really waited till the work day ended huh?" you manage in a strained voice—you wanted to get off too.

"Yes, work hard, play hard," Hayoung says with all due seriousness. "Now it's your turn to play." She gets off you and beckons you to get up, taking your spot in the chair instead. "Sit."

"Where?"

"Here."

"I can't sit on you!"

"Fine, how about now?" Hayoung spreads her legs, and instead of just diving in and fucking her right there, she insists that you sit between her legs, and she wraps them around your waist loosely, like a clingy sloth. "You see that folder? Open it and click on the videos."

You do as she instructs, while she takes off her blouse, and your eyes widen when you see yourself in the videos—not only did she have footage of you and Nagyung, she had footage of you and Jiwon too! You groan as you feel Hayoung's soft chest and hard nipples press against your back, and her hands reach around to stroke you two-handed.

"Bet you wish you had these videos didn't you? They make very good material for long nights, hehehe."

"Yeah, oh fuck... Have you been watching them?"

"Mmhmm, maybe I even shared it with Jiwon and Nagyung, who knows if they watch them too." The video is silent, but that only servers to make Hayoung's handjob louder as she rubs pre-cum all over your shaft. You watch Jiwon squirt all over your hand, and you grunt and spurt a little more lubrication for Hayoung. Jiwon is bouncing on you hard on one screen, and you've bent Nagyung over the desk on the other, and as the pace of the videos goes up, Hayoung's strokes get faster too.

"Look at that mess you made Jiwon make, I remember Saerom ordering new furniture the very next day. Maybe she gave the furniture to Jiwon? I don't know."

"Fuck Hayoung!"

"Or maybe it's in storage somewhere. I know, you should take Jiwon there and make her squirt all over it again, just for fun. Or take Nagyung there, actually no, do it somewhere I can watch, have you made Nagyung squirt before?" Hayoung fills your mind with all kinds of filthy thoughts.

"Ugh, going to cum!"

"Do it, cum!" She grinds her palm over your cockhead, and with a loud shout you burst, splattering her hand with your load. You let out a long low moan as Hayoung catches your load with one hand while wringing you dry with the other. By the time you are done her palm is covered with thick white fluid, sliding off and dripping on to the seat.

"Ah, damn!" you gasp, relaxing against her as you come down.

"Mmm delicious." You can't see her behind you, but you know that Hayoung is licking her hand clean right now. You confirms it when she grabs your cock again with a saliva-coated hand. "How about you think about what position we should do it in and get hard again quickly?"

"Well, we can't do it in this position anyways. Switch?" Hayoung agrees. You get up, as does Hayoung, and she grabs some wipes to clean the chair. In her bent over stance you arrive at an answer quickly. "I want you like this."

"Hm? Oh..." A loud gasp escapes her as you take her by surprise and from behind. "That was quick." You reach around and squeeze a breast, and her nipple stiffes against your fingertips—she definitely did not mind. But the chair rolls and moves as you try to fuck her, and Hayoung quickly grows annoyed. "Just fuck me over the desk!" You wrap your arms around Hayoung's torso and swing her around, planting her on the table with a solid thump.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's fine, keep going!" You start with slow pumps of your hips, pushing past Hayoung's tightness with every thrust. But even after she has sat on your cock for the whole day, her "lock" has not memorized the shape of your "key". So you apply more force—if the lock can't be unlocked, then it has to be picked. You start sawing in and out of her, causing her monitors to shake slightly. The videos continue to play, and Hayoung moans as she finally begins to feel what Nagyung and Jiwon felt in the recordings.

"So fucking tight!" She hears your growl, and unconsciously she tightens on you further. Hayoung grunts as you paw at her chest, squeezing her tits from behind. You're trying to press all her buttons—tweaking her nipples, squeeizng her breasts, pressing on her womb from above even as you pounded her. And then a hand drifts down to apply tension, rubbing on her clit—if you didn't pick her lock, you definitely ruined it as Hayoung jerks and cries out.

"Oh, oh fuck, ahhh!" Her legs start trembling, and the images of Nagyung and Jiwon being fucked disappear as Hayoung eyes roll into her head, wiped out by the strong orgasm. Her walls loosen for just a moment before contracting violently around you. You watch her back flex erotically before she shivers and goes still, allowing you to continue to fuck her, close to your own release again.

"Hayoung, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh fuck... Pull out!" Weakly Hayoung drops to her knees just as you begin to throb. She makes to grab your shaft, but so slippery it is from her slick that it slips out of her hand, and you end up shooting it over her desk, one blast splattering a monitor. She manages to take your throbbing length in hand, but not before another cumshot lands on her chin and drips down to her chest. Your whole climax is a sloppy affair as Hayoung finally manages to rein you in, swallowing the rest of your load with her lips wrapped around your tip.

"God... fuck Hayoung!" you gasp, bracing yourself on her desk before slowly lowering yourself down next to her. She can only manage a gulp in reply, and you quickly hand her the first thing you can find—her blouse. You get a painful slap on the shoulder for that.

"Wipes!"

You hand her the wipes she grabbed earlier, and Hayoung cleans herself up before pulling the blouse over herself. Shivering in the air-conditioned room the two of you quickly get dressed before Hayoung looks at the damage done.

"Oh my god, thank god you didn't hit the keyboard," she mutters, wiping her monitor and desk of your load.

"Yeah sorry about that, you slipped and I just, you know."

"Now imagine that hitting the back of my throat, hehehe."

"For how cute you are you really can be quite dirty."

"Cute, me?" Hayoung sidles close to you, and blushing, you have to take a step back.

"No, you're not cute! I mean yes you are, I mean—" Hayoung laughs at your flustered look before beckoning you in for a whisper.

"Did you forget? We double-teamed our dear Saerom between the two of us, what makes you think my head isn't in the gutter?" She leaves you stunned as she begins to close up for the night. "Get your stuff, I'm locking the office soon. Oh, and give me the keycard back." Dutifully you hand back your access card and wait at the door obediently, like an employee waiting for their boss to leave first.

"Well, thanks for coming, consider our deal done, Saerom won't find out about you and Nagyung."

"Thanks. Speaking of Saerom, were you the one who told Saerom about me and Jiwon? Since you had the video."

"No, you got unlucky that time, the system logs when someone's in her office, and you and Jiwon entering her office was unexpected, so she pulled the video herself."

"And me and Nagyung?"

"She knows Nagyung was supposed to be there, so on the logs it doesn't look surprising, she won't pull it up. If you don't tell and I don't tell, how would she find out?"

"Okay, that's a relief."

"Now that you know though, if you ever want to, you know, fuck somewhere that's not Saerom's office, I wouldn't mind watching."

"How would you watch if we're the ones— Oh!" You realize what she means after a short delay.

"I haven't seen you talk to Seoyeon or Chaeyoung much, just saying. Of course, if you want to come over and fuck me I wouldn't mind either hmm?"

"Right, ahem..." you cough awkwardly at the suggestion. "I'll think about it, bye then." Hayoung leans in to give you a chaste kiss before waving goodbye to you joyfully.

"Have a good weekend!"

You think to yourself as you walk away: Saerom may be the leader of the company, but Hayoung is the one that sees all.

A/N: Finally got around to continuing FROMIS app, gonna try to write Seoyeon and Chaeyoung chapters as soon as I get an idea... so...within 1 year? Thanks for reading!

#smut #hayoung #fromis9

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modernstoner · 2 years

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ghosts| p.parker

peter tutoring you has it's perk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut.

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: inspired by this twt link [here]. let's ignore the act that i disappeared for like 6 months lmfao, enjoy ♡

"you don't believe in ghosts?" you ask peter, watching as his breath hitched at how close your face was to his.

you grinned at him, waiting for a response.

never in peter's life had he thought that you would be in the same room as him. let alone, on the same couch with him.

after finding out you were almost failing chemistry, the teacher recommend getting tutored. that's when you got the brilliant idea to ask peter for help.

"n-no, not really." he awkwardly shrugged before chuckling, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with you.

you made him nervous, like really nervous, it's not every day that peter is with a pretty girl. "why not?" you grinned, waiting for a response.

the tutoring and homework were all forgotten by now, the only thing the two of you focused on was, whose going to make the first move

the tension danced in the air as you waited for peter to answer instead he turned to you, hesitantly leaning in, seeing how nervous peter was, you decided to make the move first.

your lips touched his, and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. you moved your lips, waiting for him to follow your direction, he immediately took the sign.

your lips synced with his. it was gentle, tender, and sweet but quickly, something in peter changed. his lips became desperate, he hopelessly moved his hip a little, getting it closer to yours.

you smirked between the kiss, peter took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, earning a soft groan from you. tongue crashing into each other, your hand flies to his brown curls, pulling them.

you finally pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath. peter whined when he lost contact with your lips, seeing how swollen and wet his lips were, made you feel some type of way.

you started to kiss and lightly suck on his neck, earning a low moan from him. "what do you want, peter?" you asks, kissing his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe.

"i-i want you." he struggled to say, his fingers fidgeting with the hem f your loose shirt, asking for a silent request to take them off.

"how?" you hum, kissing down his neck, slowly and teasingly.

"your h-hands, i want your hands, so so bad."

gosh, he was so desperate.

your lips curved into a smile. "your wish is my command." that's all you say before tackling his belt, pulling down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and his star wars shirt.

"mind taking that off for me?" you gently ask, narrowing your eyes at his shirt.

he gulped and nodded. he ripped his shirt so fast that it made you giggle. "you're adorable." you say, your fingers caressing his abs.

you groaned at the sight in front of you, but more importantly, his hardened cock in front of you. you let your hands caress down his thighs and where he wanted you the most.

his cock was so hard, that it outlined through his boxers. your index finger tracing him, obviously teasing him. peter squirmed beneath you, impatiently waiting for you to do something.

finally, you decided to pull down his boxer, letting his cock spring out. you admired how it looked, the red tip already leaking precum, begging to be touched.

"please, (y/n)." he sighed, looking at you in awe.

you started off slow, moving your hands up and down, slipping your thumb over his tip when you pass it. you use his precum as lube, the steady movements were killing him, taking matters into his own hands.

he begins to thrust into your hand, surprised at his sudden action but seeing him, desperately fucking himself with your hand made you aroused.

you formed your hand into a fist, slightly pressing it making him moan out loud.

he closed his eyes in utter bliss, his whole world was euphoric. loving the way your hand felt around his twitching cock, "(y/n), i— ugh, i'm gonna c-cum—"

"no."

peter's eyes widen in surprise. "w-what?" he asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

"you heard me. you will not cum until i say so." a devilish smirk creeps up on your face.

you push peter's hip down, his cock still in your hand. you bobbed your hand, faster than before. taking your other hand, rubbing your palm on his red tip as he tried his best to stay quiet.

you noticed it, frowning, you leaned in, smashing your lips with his. guiding his mouth towards your tongue, tongue clashing in with each other.

peter kept moaning, whining against your lips as you swallowed all of it. you pulled away due to the lack of oxygen, your hand still repeating the same movement.

"(y/n)— i can't t-take it." his hips stutter into your hand. smirking, you go faster, earning the loudest moan from him.

he was reaching one of the best orgasms he ever had, twitching and jerking beneath you. you attacked his neck, sucking harshly, making sure to leave a dark purple mark the next day.

"hmmph— (y/n), i—"

"come on, cum like the little slut you are." you whispered in his ears, now using both of your hands to fasten the pace.

and there he was, cumming all over your fingers, some even landing on your shirt but you didn't care. peter lets out the most angelic moan, his tensed muscles finally calming down.

eyeing him up and down, you went to the bathroom as peter relaxed down. you arrived back with some tissues and some hot water, handing him the cup of water, you cleaned the mess that you created.

you hear him place the cup next to the table before cupping your face and kissing you. you smile into the kiss, embracing this short intimate moment.

"so, how about i return you the favor?"

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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Jealous Hobie 2

Now we all know Hobie is the jealous type, he's not afraid to admit. He is always jealous when Miles is around anyone he sees as competition. Of course, his cute Sunflower had to calm him down a bit, so slowly Hobie learns to not get as jealous as he use to. However, Hobie does get jealous with one particular person and it's one of his least favorite person to be around with...

Everyone gathered in Miguel's meeting room/office to get ready for a mission. The best of the best goes to extreme ones. Miguel stood explaining the mission for today.

Gwen: Ugh, I hope this will be quick!

Miles nodded as he eats his pastry filled with Guava jam: Mmhhmm, I got a lot of homework to catch up.

Pav: For real, exams are a bitch!

Hobie slouches on his boyfriend: Luv, you can always drop out and live with me? -he opens his mouth expecting to get a bite out of his boyfriend's pastry-

Miles giggles: No, I want to go to college, bae. -he put his pasty in front of his boyfriend's mouth, and Hobie took a bite- Good?

Hobie: Delicious.

Pav: You two are so cute! I try to do that with Gayatri but she always eats the whole thing.

Miguel shouted: Morales!

The small group look over seeing Miguel standing on the platform. Miles stare at Miguel: Hm?

Miguel: Your with me! Come on, let's go.

Miles' eyes widen: For real! Ah, sweet! -Miles finished his pastry, putting on his mask as he about to go until Hobie's arm stops him from movie-

Hobie calls out at Miguel: Just you and Miles, eh?

Miguel: This is a level 8 mission, Brown. Miles got invisibility and will be a great help. We'll be done faster with just me and him.

Miles turns to Hobie: It's okay, bae. I got this. See you at lunch! -Miles gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going over to Miguel. The two had a few words exchanged then chuckles and Hobie did not like that at all-

Now, before Hobie didn't have to worry about Miguel. because in the beginning the large arse avoided Miles out of shame or pride. Over time, Miguel started to talk to Miles or say a few words to have that professional comfort between the two. That's where Hobie didn't like that. His jealousy had dark thoughts of his Sunflower and Miguel having a secret affair, after all Miguel is a handsome fellow and old. Very old man. The group are in their late teenage age around 18 or 19 depending who you ask. Now, he shouldn't be thinking of those things, Miles had been faithful to him from the beginning, but he couldn't help it.

Later, Hobie sat in lunch with his arms crossed and his leg shaking waiting for Miles. The group had done their own missions being excited to eat.

Pav: Finally some food -he ordered a burger with fries-

Gwen: For real -she order pizza-

Hobie said nothing still waiting for Miles.

Gwen: Dude, you gotta stop acting like dis. You're getting a bit possessive. So what he's on a mission with Miguel?

Pav chews: Yeah, It's not like they doing it in some weird universe and Miles is legal- -Hobie crush his milk carton getting mad-

Gwen roughly nudge Pav: Pav! -she turns to Hobie- He just meant it's weird. The whole thing is weird. Miguel is an old guy- he's the same ages of all our dads. So Miles would be getting with his dad- which is gross! Ew, no way! He loves you, Hobie!

Hobie merely grunts: I know. I can't help it, Gwendy.

Pav: Oh look, there's Miles!

Hobie quickly turns to find Miles bringing a smile on his face then his face feel when he saw Miguel behind him. The older Spiderman merely said something that made his boyfriend smile, then he patted Miles' back before going to get lunch. Miles happily walks over to his friends' table: Didja see that? Miguel thank me! -being happy he's getting noticed by Miguel. It felt like a dream come true.-

Pav: ye-yeah we saw. -him and Gwen saw Hobie merely staring-

Gwen: So what happen?

Miles: Well, we fought this anomaly and it was somewhere very cold. I had to warm Miguel up with my fast thinking...

Pav: By warming up... do you mean hugging?

Miles: Well, i did absorb some energy and be a heater. -he turns to Hobie- Nothing sexual happen. I know that look. I had too. We were in the cold and the anomaly had ice powers!

Hobie said nothing: It's just weird he just pick you, alright.

Miles hugs his boyfriend: We won. That's it. Nothing happen. Besides, Miguel thought I'm being a great Spiderman!

Hobie: And I always tell you how amazing you are. Doesn't my words matter, Sunflower? -almost sounding hurt-

Miles: Hobie, I never once deny you-

Hobie: But if Miguel said it, it must matter-

Miles pouts: I hate when you get like this, you know. -at first his jealousy was cute but now, it's just getting on his nerves- I just admire Miguel for his leadership the same way i admire Peter. I want to get noticed- I am Spiderman! Hell, remember a few years back they all thought I was nothing!

Hobie: And who do you think had your back, huh?

Gwen and Pav eat quietly as they watch their friends arguing. They know they're not in place to say anything.

Miles: Hobie, I'm always grateful for you! I-

Miguel's voice ring their ears: Morales. -Miles turns to their leader, seeing Miguel placed a container of take out on his hands- Great job, today. Here, they had the last batch of Azzor con Pollo y empanadas.

Hobie scowls, and Miles answered: Ah, thank you, sir!

Miguel rolled his eyes at Hobie: I will be expecting that report at the end of the week. Good luck with you mid terms.

Miles: Will do, tio!

Hobie blinks at Miles words. Miguel ignores the glares from Hobie before leaving to eat his own lunch in piece. Hobie: Tio? Since when you two are-

Miles scowls: Don't start. It's to show respect! Hobie, if you're gonna keep acting like this then I'm leaving.

Hobie: Whoa! Whoa, because i'm asking a simple question

Miles: No, you're jealous! You always get so Ugh when it's Miguel.

Hobie: Because he keeps doing weird shit

Miles: He's just being a leader and trying to fix his wrongs!

Hobie: Like every controlling arse does! Now, your here giggling and smiling when you see him

Miles: Oh and I don't smile at you? Or at Gwen or Pav? Or should I just stop smiling all together? Only for you, I just smile?

Hobie crosses his arm with a smirk on his face: Yeah! I like the sound of that!

Miles scoffs: You know what! I'm going to go home and study. I don't need this right now. You can come to me when you are ready to apologize. -He frowns almost wanting to cry- This hurts me, Hobie. You may blame on Miguel for some weird thoughts in your head, but you're also blaming me too. And I've been nothing but a damn good boyfriend to you. -he sniffs wiping his cheeks- bye!

Hobie was about to follow him feeling upset, but didn't: Fucking L, man! -he kicks his chair in anger-

Pav whistled: Dude, you fucked up

Gwen nodded: I'll meet Miles later and see how he's doing! But you should apologize.

Hobie: Is it just me that assume things?

The two: Yeah...

Hobie: Really?

Gwen: Miguel is a grown ass man, who is mourning the death of his daughter? You think he got time to hunt down a little boy like Miles?

Pav: And technically speaking we're teenagers. Miguel's daughter would've been a teenager by now so it's like he would be getting on with his kid. Pretty fucked up, weird and nasty!

Gwen: And Miguel is in a relationship with Peter and MJ.

Hobie eyes widen: What?

Pav: Shhh, no one supposed to know.

Gwen whispers to Hobie: Miguel is with Peter and MJ. They are in a polyamorous relationship

Hobie: You two could've told me this -he groans having to rub his face from frustration-

Pav: We thought you knew. Miles did... well me and Miles found out first.

Gwen: MJ always sent roses to Peter and Miguel on Valentine's Day too. Same with Peter giving Miguel box of chocolates.

Hobie groans having to bury his head in his arms: I fucked up!

Pav: It's that jealousy dude. It's only cute when its small stuff, but this was a big mess.

Gwen: Honestly even if Miguel wasn't in a relationship. You should learn to control that damn anger . It's not fair to Miles, he always been by your side through the good and bad. And this was a big moment for him and you just shat on it.

Pav: Real fucking wanker, mate

Hobie sighs: I deserve that! I'll go make up it up to him! -he got up already having an idea to apologize his boyfriend-

Later in 1610, it's late at night and Miles is busy studying for his mid-term. He heard a slight knock by his window knowing it's his boyfriend.

Miles grunts: What is it Hobie? Are you gonna claim that I'm sleeping with someone else -he didn't turn around-

Hobie: Ouch, i deserve that, luv. I came here to apologize...

Miles didn't turn around: Oh? -Hobie always did apologize but this time it has to be more than sorry-

Hobie pouts: Turn around, darling. Don't be like that. I've been a massive arse!

Miles giggles, good its working: Yes, you have. -He turns around to be surprised by Hodie holding a bouquet of Sunflowers, and new sketchbook with a big case of Copics- Hobie... did you steal this?

Hobie: You know me, luv. Don't worry they were from big corporations. I would never steal from small businesses, you know that -he handed them to his lover- I'm... I'm sorry. I mean it, I'm really really sorry.

Miles holds his gift being happy than his heart flutter hearing Hobie's apology: You are? -Hobie picks up his partner having to sit on the edge of Miles' bed, he wanted to show how much he loves him-

Hobie nodded: I am. I never meant to hurt you. I was so upset that Miguel would try to take you away from me. You always made me feel like I could be a better version of myself... or happier. -He hugs Miles tightly- I'm so sorry, can you forgive me? I promise I will be better. I won't get as jealous as before.

Miles listens: You know, I love you, right. Nothing will change that. -his hand caress Hobie's cheek- Right?

Hobie: Right.

Miles: And you know I love you and your flaws, right?

Hobie: Right.

Miles: I'me saying this because I really love you, Hobie. No one can change that. You're my boyfriend, mi alma!

Hobie: I know, and I should've just be better

Miles: I do like it when you get jealous, but not crazy jealous like today. Little jealous like when a random guy comes and you hug me or protect me. I like that. -he admits- I just want your to calm it down a bit and trust me.

Hobie: I will. I, Hobart Brown promise I won't get crazy Jealous. -he raised his hand up making that promise-

Miles: Your forgiven, baby -he kisses Hobie on the lips- And I mention Miguel to have you and him on missions together.

Hobie scowls a bit. Miles: Ah, don't do that. It's only fair.

Hobie: Fine.

Miles: And Gwen told me you found out about him with Peter and MJ, huh?

Hobie: Yeah, that's crazy, huh?

Miles: I know right. I thought Pav told you since he never keeps his mouth shut.

Hobie: No, he didn't. I'm surprised he kept quiet.

Miles: Maybe it's because we saw Miguel's tramp stamp of Peter's Spiderman symbol. -he laughs at his boyfriend's reaction-

Hobie: No way! Your pulling my leg, luv?

Miles: I'm being for real! -the two laugh being okay with everything-

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse

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Lando is the type of guy that has this whole ass plan on how to propose and it’s absolutely perfect. He’s been remembering things about engagement his girl told him or people around them and he planned all of this based on the ideas because he wants all the princess treatment and all the best for his girl. But then sth happens like it can be either good or bad but it’s a big deal and he can’t wait any longer so he proposes in the most random moment ever

ugh screaming crying throwing up

he would plan the proposal a year in advance like she passively mentioned when they met she liked a certain date, like 1-11 because it was pretty. from that moment he plans to propose on that day and have the wedding on the same day a year after he proposes, he’d definitely place deposits on numerous locations across the world to save the date before he even proposes because he wants to ensure she’ll be able to pick anywhere she wants. i can see them getting to the point they talk about marriage regularly and what they want in life, he knows the styles she likes, the stones and cuts, silver or gold. lando knows exactly what she wants and has a ring custom made by one of the world’s best jewelers.

it gets to the point where he has the ring but she doesn’t know he has it yet. it’s like march/april, so he’s got like a year to go before he’s planning on proposing. after he buys the ring, he puts down deposits for a year out from the next 1-11 and starts planning how he’ll be proposing over winter break. he’s pretty much got it all set in stone, has a romantic getaway planned to somewhere super private. she complained once she hated public proposals because of the pressure put on them, she never wanted to be forced into saying yes by prying eyes. he just wakes up one morning though and she just looks perfect, the ring is calling his name and he just knows its the right moment.

he takes it out of his suitcase and the little box and just fiddles with it until she finally wakes up and rolls over to him, seeking out his warmth. she peeks an eye open and sees the ring being twisted between but doesn’t think much of it, until he takes her left hand as she places it on her chest, kisses her palm and says, “good morning, will you marry me?“ she genuinely thinks she’s dreaming because the sunlight flooding through the curtains is dancing across their hands as he slides the ring onto her finger after she says yes. soft slow lovemaking where he skips the whole fiance bit and calls her his wife and mrs norris because he’s had the ring for months and couldn’t bear holding onto it any longer.

he loves his expensive watches you know he’s dropping a fat stack of cash on the rings he buys his lover. the engagement ring is stunning, but he somehow outdoes it with the actual wedding band and his matching one. plus matching necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and a hairpiece for the wedding.

i dont wanna be angsty but imagine him having a crash where he’s not seriously injured but maybe he goes unconscious. i think ppl dream when they get knocked out ok so he dreams ab him and reader married then wakes up in the hospital and is like, “i need to marry this woman she’s the one for me.” when they’re finally alone at the hospital, he’s just like, “i wanna marry you, i want- if anything ever happens to me…” and she was already crying bc she was worried about her boy, but his words make it worse and she clamps a hand over his mouth so he can’t say anything else. he pulls it away and tells her he’s serious, he wanted to wait and make it perfect but they don’t have to wait for the perfect moment, any time he’s with her is perfect and he wants to be able to call her his wife before something happens.

#ask #lifeboredme #ln4

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I love seeing Degrassi on my dash! I feel like I never got a great handle on Zigs personality and would love to hear your thoughts. Like I can’t even really say if he’s an introvert or an extrovert. I get that he was sort of supposed to be a bad boy who’s not all that bad, sort of like Sean except smoother and with better social skills, but a lot of times Zig just seemed kind of bland? I hope it doesn’t sound like I dislike him - I just don’t have a handle on his personality! And I’m with your anon who’s first watching in how much I hate that Zaya’s first time was while they were on drugs. Ugh.

First of all, I am angry. I had a whole response typed up, but then I accidentally refreshed the page.

Anyways, I'm glad you're loving seeing Degrassi on your dash!

As for Zig, I think he's an ambivert. He seems to enjoy social interaction and likes being around others, but he's also surprisingly quiet at times. As often as Zig is the one to lead the conversation and vocalize his thoughts, just as often he keeps to himself, sometimes practically disappearing from the scene depending on his scene partners. When Zig is around more extroverted, dominant people with bigger personalities such as Tori and Esme, he allows them to lead the conversations, hardly weighing in as the couples (Zig/Tori, Zig/Esme) interact with others. But when Zig is around someone like Maya, Tiny or even Grace (who is much more introverted), he's more talkative. The times where Zig is desperate not to be alone, it's more about his abandonment issues than it is Zig needing the social interaction itself to be content.

The thing about Zig is that the writers had different ideas about who they wanted his character to be. Season 11 was kind of Zig's blank slate era. He had zero personality traits beyond the love triangle with Maya and Tori other than being a skateboarder. In season 12, we got to know Zig a lot better. That's when it becomes clear that though Zig can be charming, he's actually a deeply insecure person, not wanting others to know he comes from a poor background. Though he makes a lot of mistakes, he always means well and will do what he can to make things right. Season 13 kind of flipped the script a bit. We missed out on seeing the transition from more innocent skateboarder/band member Zig to "bad boy", gang member Zig. It was as much out of the convenience of doing the bad boy vs good boy/poor boy vs rich boy dynamic for Maya's heart (Zig vs Miles) as it was creating intrigue about what had transpired in Zig's life while we were forced to watch most of the characters in fake Paris. This reset allowed Zig to be written and framed as a more rebellious character, something that mostly follows him through the next six seasons. But ultimately, I don't think Zig ever changed all that much or was lacking in personality. I mean, I would have loved to have known the details and seen the major beats of Zig getting recruited into the gang, dealing drugs, literally being kicked out of his home after his mother and brother were almost killed due to their association with him, and then being homeless for a while before finding the abandoned house. But Degrassi hates poor people TBH, and they wanted to show off their fancy, Hollingsworth set so there could be pool parties during all four seasons of the year. I'm clearly not still bothered by this, though. Anyways, Zig's core insecurities and sensitivity remained. His bad boy image was a façade. But at the same time, the months of his life the audience missed turned Zig into.. a darker character? I wouldn't say that's the best way to describe it, but I think Zig grew up a lot during that time and witnessed a lot of things he shouldn't have. He found a way to cope with being a literal teenage gang member and adjusted his behavior accordingly. At the same time though, Zig has obvious tells when he's "faking" it. When he's being more loud and over the top, insisting that he doesn't care, that means he probably cares about that person or thing above everything. Season 13 Zig was basically a wannabe. He was desperate to fit in, so he molded himself into being the type of person who looked the part so that he could get the validation he needed and feel more confident in himself. This aspect of Zig fades away fairly quickly once his friendship with Maya is back on solid ground, but there are still remnants of it later. Towards the end of season 14, Tiny, Zig's own best friend, is under the impression he isn't a virgin. Tiny isn't an idiot and Zig spent a lot of time being invested in and pining for Maya, so he must have gotten that impression from somewhere. But by season 14, I feel like Zig has undergone a lot of character growth and become more responsible, sensitive and selfless than he ever was before.

Next Class did yet another reset with Zig. By that point, the show had fewer episodes, resulting in many characters being driven by plot more so than characterization. Zig's character got kind of muddled because they wanted to subvert expectations about Maya cheating on Zig with Jonah only for Zig to do this with Zoe. He's yet again deeply insecure which isn't out of character in the slightest, but the reasoning behind why Zig loses faith in Maya and the timeline for how this plays out just.. doesn't add up? It's clear it was something that needed to happen by the end of the first ten episodes, so they awkwardly fit it in seven episodes in to tie the bullshit arc together. And also, Zig was dumbed down. The Degrassi writers are very comfortable dealing with the same archetypes. They love a good goofy, clueless, himbo type. They originally had Spinner for this, then gradually turned Drew into this type after season 10 Drew had been much more ambitious and cutthroat. As a result, the rest of Zig's time on the show following his breakup with Maya mostly involves him fumbling everything and making the worst possible decisions at any given moment only for him to learn his lesson at the end of the episode. Until season 4 where he mostly got his previous character development back just in time to put him back together with Maya for good.

Wow, I don't think I answered your question at all. I went on multiple tangents. But even though I criticized the writing and accused the writers of switching up on Zig based on the new eras (season 13, Next Class), the truth is that I don't think his personality went through that much of an overhaul. I always felt that he was the same insecure, well meaning, loving, silly guy during all of his seasons. He deeply loved and was loyal to those closest to him. There were plenty of instances where he could be surprisingly intuitive, able to give the perfect advice for the situation literally just by being empathetic. But at the same time, Zig was also a hot mess. He had a lot of problems that the writers basically never acknowledged or downplayed (abandonment issues over his parents basically disowning him when he was 15, chronic self worth problems that he never properly dealt with). His positive qualities could easily become negative qualities depending on the situation. He could be thoughtless and unnecessarily aggressive in the name of protecting himself or others. But at the end of day, Zig was just.. good. I can't help it. I always loved him, and I think there were far more good moments for him than bad.

As for Zaya's first time, I weirdly liked it? My logic is probably skewed, but I always loved that Zig and Maya's relationship was imperfect. It made them feel more real. They suffered from bad timing and made questionable decisions, but ultimately loved each other enough to overcome all that. What was important is that they were able to have a conversation about their regrets and come to an understanding, bringing them even closer. Plus, their second time went much more smoothly. ;) Also, my take on this is probably because the Eli/Clare relationship had dominated seasons 10-14. That particular couple was romanticized to a ridiculous degree even though Eli and Eclare were never anything but toxic waste.

#Zig Novak #Anonymous #Long post #I'm so sorry #I have a lot of thoughts #My first attempt to answer this was much more concise but unfortunately you're getting the messy rambling second version

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump II

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Chapters I -> IV

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Fake everything

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finneas: just cool vintage clothes and vacation photos… 📸: me :)

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y/n4real.2002: oh god I sound crazy… rather be, rather be - anyone anyone else 💜

↳fan3.s: what? Nooo don’t play us like this. Another song? Best-friend isn’t even out yet 😱

↳fan_lk: I just know she’s gonna drop a whole album on us, that caption from the Best-friend announcement was cryptic as hell

↳fan23: the electric guitar, the vibe, the person 🥵

billieeilish: girl you’re way too hot to be real, just come over already.

↳y/n4real.2002: omw 😏

↳billiefan29: they are the best couple waiting to happen.

↳fan4_: ugh for the millionth time, neither of them said they are queer so STOP

↳billiefan_3: lie all you want

taylorswift: patiently waiting for great things

↳y/n4real.2002: 💜💜💜 my queen. Thanks for the guitar (it was a gift for my 19th B-day) and for all the guidance and support.

↳fan1: this is so exciting, I love these two. Also that guitar as a gift?! Iconic

↳fan5-6: not sure she guided you very well girl, ur man is a John Mayer in waiting

↳ts.32.fan: 3 Purple Hearts?? Speak now (tv)?🤡

↳tsfan_ts: fan5-6 haha you’re killing me

jackantonoff: only the tip of the iceberg

↳y/n4real.2002: oh they don’t even know 🤫

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y/n4real: she was too young to be the Hollywood type…too pure to understand the lows and the highs…and a busy 🐝.

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roxanne.02_b1tch: damn girl, make some time for me??

↳y/n4real.2002: for you? Always 😚

tchalamet: you go little dumpling, the best ever.

↳y/n4real.2002: haha don’t call me that

↳fan3: guys we love you so so much

↳tcfan_2: damn icons

tsfan13: y’all see that TS right? It’s not just me!!

↳ts.rep.fan: definitely there, I’m scared to clown tho 🤡

↳fan3.3.3: we will all join you, don’t be shy

abfan.elvis: um Austin liked this😱 He liked her post

↳ab.ep.fan: don’t know if I should fangirl or…

↳kaiafan3: they aren’t even being sneaky about this 🤮

kaiaGfan: at least have the respect to not be so in our faces

↳fan_23: so friends are not allowed to like each other’s posts now?

↳kaiafan.2: not sure they are just friends

↳ab.2022.fan: for sure, sketchy, they way the just met and now they are besties?

thatgossip.blog: Austin liking this further proves my point that they are messing around

↳fan.2: all gossip, just leave them alone

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y/n4real.2002: hugging you?! Best feeling ever…💓

↳billieeilish: 😈 I won

↳billiefan_4: this feeds my heart soooo goooood

roxanne.02_b1tch: haha always a pleasure

↳billieeilish: aw🥹

billiefan.blog: this is so amazing to see them all together in so long.

↳fan35: yeah they are keeping us fed and happy 😔 lovely angles

tsfan: no but y/n needs to post with Taylor soon cause their friendship is also iconic.

↳fan_e: omg yes I miss seeing pictures of them 😭😭

↳fan.594: haha they are for sure cooking something up with all this silence

↳ts.fan.13: hope so….I hope for a collab on Y/n’s album

↳fan_3-3: we don’t know if she’s putting out an album tho.

↳ts-fan: here’s to hoping 😭

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y/n.daily.updates: today y/n4real.2002 and austinbutler were spotted out on a walk in Brooklyn, the two shared a few laughs and had some food, before fleeing together after a rude fan approached them. The man, seen in the red jacket, apparently when Y/n denied e picture with him, he started calling her names and bringing up her lingerie photos she had to take for her role as Amelia. #y/n #austinbutler #gossip

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fan1: why did you put the pictures of her in lingerie on your post? You know she doesn’t liked them being overly shared.

↳y/n.daily.updates: well the pictures exist so.. and they are public

↳fan34_4: no real fan would do this, knowing how she feels about those

fan.ts.13: that man was so rude and disgusting. Apparently Austin defended her, so we Stan him.

↳kaiafan: Stan a cheater? Kay you do you.

↳fan-fr: they are just friends

↳kaia_fan: I don’t believe it, but I guess gaslight all you want

abfan_93: glad he defended her, but still this meet up should’ve never happened. I’m team Kaia

↳kaia.2.fan: damn right

↳ab.fan34: Austin deserves to be happy

↳ab-fan: he has a girlfriend… at lest brake up with her before. Stop finding excuses just cause you like him.

↳fan.293: but we don’t know the whole story..

fan_love: what if we just leave them alone?

hater.11: with those pictures out there what that fan said should be no surprise🙄

↳fan_383: I’d like to see you in her place, see how tough you’re then

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final maisel musings

As a single episode of television, I thought the final episode did a great job. We got see to Midge’s “big break” and it honored all the important relationships in her life and how they had evolved over the years, most importantly Midge and Susie. In some ways it felt like a very traditional, old-school finale, leaning into the emotions inspired by the ups-and-down’s of all the characters’ journeys and Midge’s final triumph. No major surprises, no reveals, no surprise break-ups. I think the flash forwards also did a good job of filling in some blanks while still leaving a lot to the viewer to imagine for themselves...I suspect Joel and Midge probably “reconnected” several times throughout their lives, but never permanently, and I like to think Midge was particularly devoted to Abe in his final years. There seems to be some discourse about how Midge is “alone” in that huge apartment and whether or not she is “happy”, which irks for me a variety of reasons too lengthy to go into here. I appreciated the show ending with Midge and Susie’s relationship so firmly at the center of the episode...it was their journey, their growth, their connection at the heart of the show. Rachel B and Alex Borstein are really an all-time pairing of actresses.

Susie living in Hawaii keeping a bunch of loud birds was a note-perfect happy ending for her. The final scene fading out on their laughter together, cracking each other up...just wonderful. I laughed and almost cried at that final conversation about what kind of animal they would like to be reincarnated as...Midge saying very seriously “I think I would make a cute squirrel” killed me.

The Midge/Lenny stuff was also all just really gutting and bittersweet and lovely. The Chinese food scene...ugh. I think the point of TMMM is that it actually features many different types of romances...in a lot of ways the writers were very unequivocal that Midge and Lenny were the kind of soaring “star-crossed lovers” romance that is all the more beautiful and poignant because of its brief and mostly unrealized nature. It’s a testament to the casting, the actors, and the writing that they made all of Midge’s romances (Susie, Joel, Lenny, even that Benjamin guy) come across so specifically different and complex.

As a whole season, I think S5 was characterized by ASP’s usual all-over-the-place nature as a writer, investing a lot of time and energy in certain relationships and set pieces and bits and not investing enough in others. But this isn’t new, it's been true for all the seasons, so you take the good with the bad. Considering how the major “reveal” early in the season was that Susie and Midge had a falling out, I would have liked to see more about how they reconciled beyond Midge sending a nice video to Susie! Did Midge just get over the mob/Joel in prison thing after enough years had passed?? Did Susie go back to managing her?? When/how did the actual reunion take place?? I would have infinitely preferred more of that plot than twenty minutes of a musical about trash compacting or Abe’s antics at the Village Voice. The relationship could have been given a little more weight in this season.

As for Gordon Ford, I really enjoyed the late-night show as the main setting and Reid Scott’s performance as a diva late-night host. But I do feel the character was underwritten in the latter half of the season when it came to the nature his objection to Midge appearing on the show and his vague role as the “villain.” It just felt like ASP was seeing something in the character or the chemistry between RS and RB that didn’t come across to the viewer. But I will never be opposed to ASP finding RS for S4 and deciding to make him a bigger part of S5. (related we needed way more about Gordon and Hedy's relationship, and Hedy needed her own show!)

In any case, I had sort of checked out of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and was surprised at how much I enjoyed coming back to the show and its fantasy version of NYC and its incredible production values and costuming. The discourse here made me a little insane (par for the course on Tumblr, I guess), but the show more than made up for it. Tits up, y’all!

#the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm spoilers #midge maisel #susie myerson #when is it too soon to do a rewatch

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adweirdod · 1 year

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@theworldneedsocean

(Answering here cus I cant in comment..)

Yep. Sadly.

So the whole story was this:

There’s that guy, lets call him…B now. So. I never liked B to be honest. I hated him. But I have a really good friend Levi, and we are in the same study group. Once when we hang out in the library B showed up. B and Levi are classmates, so I didnt want to bother them. Im the type of person, who tries to talk to everyone, but still between Introvert, and Extrovert. So I talked to B. And I was quite suprised. He was cool, nice, and had great stories. After that day, we often hang out in the library together with some kid too. After those weeks, he started to call me Kitten. (??) Like..I was saying hi, and he didn’t said,

-Hi *deadname*

HE SAID

-hi Kitten 😍

And he did it like…5 times in a row. Every time he did, I told him:wtf.

One day he finally stopped calling me that. I was a bit happy ab that :) THEN. Ofc something worser happened. He started overs3xualizing me, and that was really uncomfy. He did it infront of peoples/my friends too. I felt guilty, but I didnt do anything. I didnt told him that thats bothers me. After those things, we were just chilling, (Levi, B, and me) and talking about our types. I told both of them that they are not my type, and laugh. Levi told me:Either, and we both laugh. But B didn’t laugh. After those things, he started to body shame me, like..

-you’re a hippo

-ur fat, and ETC.

I actually have a disease, called..(ugh I hate the name..) fatty liver, (magyarul zsírmáj..) which means if I get fatter than I should be in my age, fat sticks to my liver, and if a lot of fat accumulates on it, I can die of it. When I told him, he said:

-well, then we’re in walking dead.

Ouch.

So thats the whole story tho

#vent tag

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krabjoons · 3 years

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omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]

⮕ summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.

⮕ pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader

⮕ genre: smut, university!au, pwp

⮕ word count: 12.8k

⮕ rating: 18+, nsfw

⮕ warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (he’s 27-28 ish and she’s 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jimin’s a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)

⮕ a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, i’m glad that i’m posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please don’t hook up with your teachers… if you do, that’s on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK I’LL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL

University has never been when you’ve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didn’t expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; you’ve changed a lot.

It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.

Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you… it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. You’ve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought you’d do last year.

Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now it’s Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you weren’t one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.

Only, he wasn’t a student. He was your teacher. You should’ve put the pieces together earlier but you didn’t. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didn’t take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didn’t.

A good call, thinking about it now. You’ve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although it’s nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold you’ve gotten, but now, you can’t bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and you’re pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, you’ve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time.

So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, let’s just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Park’s desk.

The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "I’m going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I don’t mind. I know it's a Friday so there’s gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip.

You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.

Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You don’t notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things you’re passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him.

Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). You’ve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that he’s helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).

to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol

Instantly, she responds as if she wasn’t in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors.

from lisa: ayo talk to him

from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot

Smiling slightly, you respond to her.

to lisa: i WOULD but he’s helping other students

from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyes

to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE he’d be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class

to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guess

from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf

to lisa: it is omg

from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on

to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot

to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints

from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here

to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have him

to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him

from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont

You’re about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, you’re good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes.

As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasn’t seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? You’re hoping and praying that he didn’t find out, but your heart rate is already rising and you’re getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.

Well, your gut’s telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."

When everyone has left and it’s just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then you’d definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, it’s ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and you’d be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldn’t be able to be in Jimin’s class anymore and wouldn’t be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that you’d also be unable to get your degree.

You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldn’t be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones you’ve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.

"So, I heard you wanna try me?"

You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didn’t expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. You’re only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didn’t see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"

"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.

"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what you’ve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact.

"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacher’s dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."

"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.

"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"

You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldn’t be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, it’s happening. I’m going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.

"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.

"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.

"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true.

"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.

"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.

"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"

You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. It’s already bruising, but you just can’t get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp.

His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies.

The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.

"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.

"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."

Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.

He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement.

"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response.

You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.

He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.

Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.

"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes.

"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too."

"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances.

"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.

"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.

You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, there’s only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.

"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.

He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "time’s up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.

Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum."

"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal.

"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds.

"N- no, sir. they can’t make me feel half as good as you did. I’ve al- I’ve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit I’m so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jimin’s hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.

He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.

Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really don’t get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."

He chuckles, "there’s a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and you’re so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that he’ll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.

"If you play nice I might. If not, then… we’ll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, I’ll be here before then."

You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so I’ll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasn’t locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"

He smirks at you, "didn’t you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." You’re left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. I’ll write a note to your professor just in case you’re late. But get going, yeah? I’ll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room.

"Okay class, we’re going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion we’re going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?"

Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. It’s just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this won’t be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.

"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didn’t do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door.

"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.

Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private.

from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him

from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him

from lisa: did you

to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao

to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it

from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit

to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time

from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching

to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot

from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho

from lisa: dude

from lisa: omg

from lisa: he definitely has a boner

Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.

to lisa: whAT

to lisa: wait how big is it

from lisa: ok I dont think he’s fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barely

from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think he’s packing seems kinda thick too

Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if you’re really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.

to lisa: pls thats so hot

from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me

to lisa: or eat me out… have you sEEN those lips of his wtf

from lisa: on god do not get me started

to lisa: pls i bet he’d be the type to tease you

Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.

from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him

from lisa: he’s def gonna make you beg to cum

to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg

from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)

You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.

to lisa: hey btw i’m gonna be coming to lunch late… save me a seat at our regular spot?

from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will

to lisa: love u!! xx

from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo

The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.

Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room.

You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that you’re now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again.

"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, I’m conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. It’d be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "you’ve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.

"They would think I- that I’m a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jimin’s thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you aren’t a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way you’re worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."

"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else you’ll get punished," he warns.

You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jimin’s, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.

"God, Y/N, you’re so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, it’s barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.

"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. I’m s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.

"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.

"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.

You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head.

"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.

Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."

"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."

"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."

"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip - he’s focusing on something.

That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.

He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How you’re a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.

"Jim- professor, it’s not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that he’s not going to do something you can’t handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.

"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. She’s not greedy. She doesn’t need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl, Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet you’ll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."

"Hhngh, sir I- I’m trying," you pant out. "It’s just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, you’re nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.

Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you.

"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then I’ll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately.

"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that won’t come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.

"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Don’t think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight A’s the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didn’t seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."

You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, I’m going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down.

"Jimin? We’re on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Don’t let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobody’s going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.

"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."

"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! I’m not as intimidating when you’re not around, though, so I don’t think it worked. They’ll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, that’s why they keep bothering you."

"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.

You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, let’s go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guys’ next class.

The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god that’s over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.

"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jimin’s classroom.

"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise you’ll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if you’re still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.

Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.

"Damn, L/N. didn’t know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation.

"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, I’m having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jackson’s plus one?" he says. You’re about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."

"You’re probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a second’s hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you haven’t been able to get an orgasm in a while, you’re so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks.

"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but you’re shut off again. This time it’s by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. I’ll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. You’re not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.

"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isn’t as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom.

"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! I’ll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think you’re hooking up with him.

The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. It’s a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. You’ve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.

You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isn’t in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didn’t fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like I’ll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.

"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You can’t have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?

"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation.

"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jimin’s words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You don’t listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."

Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!"

"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till it’s blue you’re unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he can’t make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.

"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didn’t let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you don’t deserve to cum so easily."

"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.

He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. I’m going to fuck you here in school like you’ve never been fucked before. And this dick you’ve been thinking about all this time, it’s going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.

"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I don’t want to push you too much."

You smile, "Jimin, you’re being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you weren’t doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement.

"Don’t worry princess, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once he’s sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix.

You let out a shaky breath but it’s cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently.

"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.

"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. You’re so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jimin’s dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jimin’s providing has your eyes rolling back instead.

He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.

"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.

As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.

"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesn’t see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. It’s frustrating you so much that he won’t let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs haven’t stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly.

"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how you’re spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."

"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacher’s eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement.

"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide you’ve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now."

There’s a moment’s silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if it’s too much to ask of you, I- I’ll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."

Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so it’s gripping your throat, he mutters, "you don’t fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because you’re so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"

You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jimin’s gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, you’re such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place.

"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why you’re trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until you’re begging for me to make it stop."

He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I don’t touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.

"Count for me. Be good and maybe I’ll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for; your mind is numb with lust.

"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk.

Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "You’re fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.

You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.

"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. You’re reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging you’re been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, it’s no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.

"Ji- ‘m gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud.

"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.

"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you.

You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.

"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. “Well, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.

You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.

Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you don’t give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions.

Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?"

In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.

Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment.

When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation.

He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I can’t-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.

"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.

"I- oh god, I really can’t. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you can’t get the words out.

"That’s it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though you’re so- shit, you’re so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" you’re being reduced to a blathering mess, Jimin’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Can’t even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.

When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum," he groans.

"I- I’m close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "I’m c- cumming again Mr. Park."

"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussy’s that sensitive that you’re gonna- fuck, you’re cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jimin’s chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.

"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock it’s making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesn’t stop thrusting into you.

You bite your lip, and seeing that he’s close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? You’d let me do that?"

You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that it’s gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when I’m alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "You’d like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you can’t think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, it’s dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"

"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesn’t stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the way you’re shivering under him.

For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each other’s eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.

"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.

You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasn’t sunk in yet, and probably won’t till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks he’s made on your thighs and ass. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campus’s crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.

"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, he’s the one that’s stuttering. "Let me clean you up. It’s the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs.

"Jimin, you didn’t do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that you’re fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret."

"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when I’m teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that he’s kept for half the day and tells you to put it on.

"You’re still going to the party, right? Jaebum’s?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, he’s going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then he’ll finally back off," he smirks.

You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, you’re pettier than I thought you’d be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I don’t think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.

"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I don’t know much about you now, I’d at least like to get to know you better in the future."

"One day," he breathes out. "One day."

Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."

He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."

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starkerforlife6969 · 3 years

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My brand of poison

TW: drug use, cheating (not starker)

It’s a little too hot,and a little too loud. A little too much of everything, but that’s the way it always is at Wanda’s parties. It’s too dark, and sticky and Peter squints past the strobe lighting, tries to pierce the throbbing mass of dancing bodies to find-

“Let me save you the trouble: I’m right here.”

Peter sighs.

He turns, only to be brought up a little short, because Tony’s closer than he thought he’d be- all tall, dark lines and darker eyes, and mussed hair, that stupid, cocky-ass smirk on his face. Peter doesn’t like being this close to Tony, it’s dangerous.

He takes a precautionary, safety step back. “Have you seen Beck?”

“Sure haven’t,” Tony grins, eyes stuck firm on Peter’s abs and Peter- he should feel self-conscious, but it’s not like he’s exactly surprised. He sans-shirt on purpose. It’s a body-glitter party, after all. Like he said- Wanda’s a little much. “That boyfriend of yours sure is slippery. I know where I’d be if I’d come here tonight with you.”

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to breathe deeply. Tony laughs.

“You’re wound up, sweetheart,” Tony croons, arm around Peter’s shoulders, steering him smoothly away from the crowd. “Beck’ll show up, he always does, after all.”

Peter doesn’t know where they are- someone’s bedroom, but it’s dark, and quiet, and he’s against the wall and Tony is dangerously close to him, towering over him, one arm braced against the wall above him and Peter-

“Already monogamous at nineteen,” Tony tuts, nosing at Peter’s neck, “it’s a waste. You’re too pretty to pass up, Parker.”

It’s hard to get his wits about him with Tony’s cologne smelling as good as it does (of course it does, the jerk) but he manages it. “I’m sorry we can’t all sleep with half the student body.”

“No apology necessary. I know how you can make it up to me.”

And then Tony’s very close. Danger. Danger. Warning. The alarm bells are ringing, and Peter can see those pink lips, that smirk- feel the warmth of Tony’s body against his own and who knows where Beck even is? And Tony smells good, and they’ve always had this- this thing between them, this heat, this wanting-

And then he sees the little white pill Tony’s offering on the tip of his tongue.

Peter scoffs in disgust, and pushes away. His cheeks feel flushed, he feels flushed- god, he would’ve- “No thank you. I have to find Beck.”

“Thought about it, huh, gorgeous?” Tony asks, swallowing the pill himself, waggling his eyebrows. “Too much too fast, I get that. I’m happy with just a make out session. I know, I’m too generous.”

Peter refuses to let his knees wobble as he heads for the door. “Monogamous, remember?” He says sweetly over his shoulder.

“Ugh, I remember every time I see that ass walking away from me, Pete. It’s torture.”

He should leave, but he looks back at Tony, meets his eyes in the darkness and can’t help but admit: “You are dangerous, Tony Stark.”

Tony leans off the wall a little, eyebrows raised, intrigued. “Dangerous?” He repeats, looking like he’d eat Peter up here and now.

“You’re my brand of poison.” Peter admits, heart pounding, “you’d be bad for me.”

Tony’s face breaks into the most delighted, wicked grin, He opens his mouth to say something, god knows what- when the door opens, and the moment is gone.

***

Peter does find Beck that night. Pants around his ankles, someone kneeling before him.

It says a lot, Peter thinks, that he just sighs when he sees it. He doesn’t stay to hear the excuses, he just heads outside into the crisp night air, smiles politely at the weed-smokers and relishes the quiet.

God, what a day.

The gravel crunches behind him, and there’s a pause.

“I swear I’m not stalking you.”

Peter huffs a laugh, and then Tony is behind him, and they’re both craning their necks back to look up at the sky.

“You find Beck?” Tony asks up at the stars.

“Unfortunately.”

They both look at each other from the corners of their eyes. They grin.

“I was thinking about what you said.” Tony hums, sidling up closer beside him, “about poison.”

There’s a cold breeze, it fans over Peter’s bare chest, and he leans into Tony a little. Just for warmth. “Oh?”

“The way I see it is to build up an immunity, right? Little bit of me everyday, till you’re able to take it all.”

“Very clever, Tony.”

“Oh, compliment me more.”

Peter snorts, shoves Tony gently. But he sobers, and his touch lingers, and he shakes his head as he thinks about it. “I’m too vanilla for you, Tony.”

“Well, we can change that-”

“I don’t want to change that. I like it. I like you. But I’m not going to take drugs, or have threesomes with you. You be bubblegum and sprinkles, it’s delicious, but I’m vanilla.”

Tony cups Peter’s jaw in his hand, surprisingly tender, “You think I don’t like vanilla?”

“I think you probably like every flavour, Tony. But vanilla won’t keep you around for very long.”

At the prospect of something long term, Peter can feel Tony stiffen a little, feel his shutters go up, (but to his credit) just a bit. “Listen, gorgeous, you are exactly my type, but….monogamy.” He winces, “It’s really not my vibe.”

Peter takes a small step back. “The idea of just having a part of you, Tony, it’s…” he shakes his head, “it’s not enough.”

“You’re a possessive little thing, huh?”

Peter thinks of how Beck would go days at a time without so much as a text and how little it bothered him. “Only when it comes to you, I think.” He says thoughtfully.

The taller boy softens. “Well, I like being an exception. And I’d like to make you one too, to my whole anti-relationship schtick. So, I can’t promise I’ll be any good as a boyfriend, can’t promise anything really, Peter, but I’d treat you right. And I won’t cheat, I’d do you the courtesy of dumping you first.”

Peter laughs, a little shocked and plenty delighted, “as a thank you, I promise I won’t even yell when you dump me.” He makes another promise to himself: to treasure each day with Tony Stark as his, because it won’t last forever.

Tony pulls him in for a kiss, and then the rest of their life comes- but Tony never dumps him, never even wavers, not even once, and Peter keeps his own promise, and treasures every single day.

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farmersliga · 2 years

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hottest players for you?

HMM OKAY sorry this took way more time than you probs expected but ive been thinking abt this very hard. disclaimer some of these guys i dont know a lot abt i just found them hot when i watched them so if anyone’s problematic im so sorry skdhdkjd. in no particular order:

(under the cut bc holy fuck this got longer than i expected. i feel like i dissected my own brain and also i think i have too much thirst…….)

robert lewandowski - he has sculpted abs okay im not immune. like every time he pulls off his shirt? after making the hottest goals look easy? hell yes. and also his eyes hi hello let me stare at them forever.

manuel neuer - listen,,,,, he’s tall and blonde and has an ass to die for. his face looks like it was sculpted by the gods. esp schalke manu holy fuck i love him now but back then? he looked like an angel and i want to ruin him, i want to do unspeakable things that will result in his fall from heaven

marco reus - controversial ik but there’s Something about him. i can’t place it. he’s just rly hot at specific angles. like in that one specific gif i did of him with the leather jacket and the styled hair my god

thomas müller - similar to the above, at certain angles my mind goes hmmm hello. also his whole energy is so hot like wow. AND he’s so expressive and when he opens his mouth in frustration? well i think Thoughts

kevin trapp - listen. he’s unreal. like objectively, what the actual fuck.

mats hummels - exactly like the above, with the added bonus of being a pathetic little sexy man

serge gnabry - esp when his hair is fluffy. i just love his cheeks and also the way he has a fashion sense

benjamin pavard - i blame the benjigate of a few weeks ago

benedikt höwedes - when he had hair. sorry im not into bald men SKDHDKDHKD and also the old germany nt vibes are mwah

miroslav klose - speaking of old germany nt vibes,,,,,, this guy was sexy in such a pure kinda way it’s insane. i didn’t always like his hairstyle but when it was done right ugh take me now

kostas tsimikas - i blame the kostasgate of a few weeks ago. and also his tattoos are surprisingly also rly hot (unlike every other goddamn footballer)

virgil van dijk - his face? wow. unreal. and the height mm yes im into it. moreso when he’s wearing jackets v specifically

simon kjær - i miss him and his sexy strong presence. there’s like this one particular gif of him grinning as someone who’s about to help him up strokes his face and it lives rent free in my mind

alvaro morata - im so sorry i don’t know why either but somehow he’s honest to god my type. but only when his hair isn’t too short.

son heung-min - not a spurs fan but i. don’t even know what to say. he’s just hot. if you don’t see it then you are wrong. and also i was hooked ever since i saw that puskas goal.

paulo dybala - i probs know this guy the least out of these names here but god he’s just so so so hot goodbye what a face

james rodriguez - similar attraction as with the above and i also don’t know him v well. his career died but he’s still so hot in a boyish way

xabi alonso - jesus what i’d let this man do to me. he’s just so fucking sexy and the spanish is not helping. and when he puts on a suit? yeah hahahahahaha im unwell

iker casillas - also retired but at the start of my football obsession i started watching stuff on spain’s golden era and he was my first player crush okay i don’t understand either. specifically when he was wearing those short sleeved kits back when long sleeves were the standard for goalies mmm yes

BONUS: olivia mcdaniel - goalkeeper for the ph wnt and god her thighs could crush me. and she wears these short fucking shorts and the way she looks on the ground making saves hhhhhhh im unwell. i’ve been kind of obsessed for the past month tbh (shoutout to sami for listening to my gay af rambles)

i may have forgotten someone but this is already so long so. well.

aaaaand special mention to all the other players whom ive thirsted for on this blog but aren’t on this list bc my attraction is such a fickle thing that is easily influenced by particularly good photos of them <3 and sometimes ppl are objectively hot and look good and all but just aren’t my type rly

#god this is long whats wrong with me #I DIDNT EXPECT THIS OKAY #i didnt even put the most cursed ones here #like yeah some of these are probs slightly questionable #but i tried to keep this one as legit as possible #thank you for asking anon i think i went thru several crises thruout the making this list #of*#asks #anon

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buckys-estrella · 3 years

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I Love You

Spencer Reid x reader

inspo: had a little daydream ab this and thought i should make it into a fic

masterlist

word count: 1.9k

summary: You accidentally let three little words slip out.

warnings: fluff and sweetness bc spence deserves the best, language, awkward moments, teasing from the team, too many italics cuz apparently I want emphasize everything. (takes place in season 5 when he’s still grounded cuz of his leg)

You’re a bit disappointed at the fact that Spencer won’t be able to fly with the team to your next case, but you have to admit that you laughed a little when he tried to pass an excuse of being able to fly. He might have 3 PhDs, but that didn’t mean he could have a doctor’s opinion on whether he could board the jet yet. You start to gather your case file, intending to head back to your desk to grab your go-bag since the jet is wheels up in 30. Spencer and Penelope are still seated at the round table, watching as the team starts to file out. You go to say goodbye to Garcia, giving her a bear hug because you always miss her while off on a case, even if she’s just a phone call away. Soon enough, you’re making your way to the boy genius, giving him a hug from behind, resting your chin on the top of his head.

The words ‘I love you’ make their way out of your mouth and into the open air as you start to pull away from him. You didn’t even notice what you had said until you heard Spencer sputter, looking shocked in your direction. Garcia has her own look too, one that’s giddy and smug since she knows. When you finally have some clarity about what just happened, your eyes shoot wide open.

“Oh, shit! Uh, it was just a friend ‘I love you’, y’know.” You desperately try to salvage whatever you have left of yourself. “I mean, I love the whole team.” You spot that Emily and Morgan had been standing by the door, watching the whole thing unfold. You hurriedly make your way towards them, enveloping them both in a hug. “Aw, Derek, Emily, I love you both so much!”. You can feel them both laughing a bit at your sorry attempt to cover up your confession but play along anyway. You don’t even wait to hear what Spencer will say; once the hug and words are over, you’re rushing out into the bullpen, trying to make it to the jet as quick as humanly possible to avoid some sort of embarrassment.

You found some comfort in your usual seat, going over the case, trying to form the loose basis of a profile based on the information you have already. Your mind was occupied, and you were grateful for it; that was until Emily and Derek finally made it onto the jet, taking seats right by you.

“So,” Derek starts “pretty boy, huh?” sending you a cheesy wink with a smile to match. You roll your eyes at him, grumbling that it’s not like that, to which Emily calls ‘bullshit’. “Oh please, it’s so obvious that you and Reid like each other; everyone seems to know except you two.” You feel your face start to heat up. You didn’t think that you had been that obvious; then again, there are multiple times where you catch yourself gravitating towards him.

“Okay, so what if I like him- “You’re cut off midsentence.

“Love him.” Derek adds with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” you say offhandedly, trying to get back to your point, “It’s not like anything would ever happen. I mean, Spencer doesn’t really seem like the type that would want to go out with me.”

“Ugh, again with the bullshit! That boy is head over heels for you. You’re too blind with your own love to notice it, but trust us, as profilers, when we tell you that he’s in love with you.” Emily’s words strike a chord in you. Maybe she was right; they were profilers for crying out loud, it’s their job to notice all things concerning human behavior. But your heart couldn’t handle this right now, so you tried your best to move the conversation to the case at hand. They let you do so because there was a job to be done, but you knew that this wouldn’t be the last you hear from them.

Back at Quantico, Spencer’s mind has been running in overdrive. There’s usually a lot going on in his head, but right now, his only thoughts were focused, consumed, by you. He was pacing in Penelope’s ‘lair’, going over every conversation, every interaction, between the two of you since you had met, trying to figure out if he could pinpoint the shift in where you started to love him. Garcia thought she would go insane if she heard any more mumbling or saw his nervous pacing for just a second more.

“Reid,” he didn’t hear her the first time, still too absorbed in his thoughts, “Spencer,” finally gaining his attention, she pat the seat beside her that she had brought in so he could rest that leg of his, that must be exhausted and overworked at this point. When he finally relaxed and was sat by her side, she went straight to the point. “You like her too, right?” Spencer nodded his head at her question.

“I’d say that my infatuation must be fairly obvious at this point.” She snorted at that; yeah, no kidding, it had been obvious for a long time. She didn’t voice that to him though, thinking that she’d spare him and make it seem like he at least hid his feelings with some skill.

“Well then what’s up with all the mumbling and pacing? She literally told you that she loves you, Spence- “He interrupts her, and Pen blows out a breath of frustration.

“Yeah, but she said just as friends.” Now that made Garcia laugh, thinking back to the memory of earlier in the morning. She has to admit that it was a rather exciting way to start the day and the way that you tried to backtrack? She could have bust out laughing, but she was feeling gracious, saving it for when you’re alone together.

“Oh Spencie, trust me, she loves you. I know because this isn’t the first time she’s admitted it. What else do you think we talk about on our girl nights?” He perks up at this, the thought of you talking about him bringing butterflies to his stomach and a smile on his face. “Just do me a favor; when she comes back, just ask her out, it’s already a guarantee that she’ll say yes.”

Garcia made him pinkie promise her, which he found a bit odd but did it regardless. She soon focused on the monitors surrounding her as she pulled up information to help with the case. He wished he could have been more helpful, but now his mind was running laps trying to figure out the perfect way to ask you out.

You thought that they would at least wait for the case to be over before badgering you more about the situation with Spencer. As much as you love your teammates, you wished that they weren’t so invested in your love life (or lack thereof). The two had spread the word to the rest of the team, and now you were getting advice left and right about what you should do. The general consensus always seemed to boil down to, he likes you, you like him, just get together already. Even Hotch had given a pearl of wisdom, saying that there’s no point in waiting, that you should go for who you want, especially if they reciprocate.

By the time you were on the jet to head back home, the conversation had lulled a bit. It seemed that they had already said everything that they wanted and let you be in your same seat as always, left to ponder everything in your mind on your own.

Twenty minutes before you were due to land, Spencer had sent you a text, asking if you could talk at his desk before heading home. You sent back a quick response and spent the rest of your time thinking about what he’d say.

Spencer was wringing his hands together and starting to build a bit of nervous sweat on his brow as he thought about your imminent arrival. He was going over what he planned to say to you in his head, but every time he thought about speaking the words out lead, his tongue felt like lead in his mouth. He needed to get over these nerves before he saw you.

Spencer was in the process of fixing up his hair when you finally made it to the bullpen. You watched him by the door for a little bit, just trying to calm yourself down and taking the time to appreciate him since he has yet to notice you. With a deep breath, you begin to make your way towards him. Giving him a tap on the shoulder when you’re finally close enough. He jumps a bit in his chair, having been spooked by your sudden presence that he was very much unprepared for.

“Hey Spence, you wanted to talk?” If he weren’t so high strung with his own nerves, he’d notice the way that you were anxiously biting the inside of your cheek. “Um, yeah, I-I did. I mean, I do; I want to talk.” He could feel that he might be at the start of a ramble and was trying to pull in the reins. “What you said before you left, um, did you mean that?”

You considered lying, thinking that it might protect you if the team was wrong about his feelings for you. But you remembered Hotch’s advice and went with the truth, hoping that it would lead you down the path you wanted. Clearing your throat, you gave a quick nod, voicing out a, yes, I did, to avoid any sort of misinterpretation.

“That’s good; I mean, I’m glad. That makes this so much easier for me.” Even with his relief, you still noticed the pink rising from his neck and dusting his cheeks. “I-uh, I wanted to know if you’d be interested in going on a date with me? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d never want you to feel pressured- “You effectively cut him off by saying an enthusiastic ‘yes’. You then cringed internally, hoping that you didn’t sound too desperate. Reid’s eyes widened a bit in disbelief, but the smile that overtook his face erased all embarrassment you had been harboring earlier.

“Really? I mean, wow, that’s great. You can pick where we go, I want you to be comfortable, and I’ll be happy enough just spending time with you.” You felt your heart fill with his words, feeling like you were on cloud 9. However, before you could respond about a location, JJ spoke up:

“Good lord Reid, took you long enough to finally ask her out!” Her opinion was very popular amongst the team as they started going off, saying similar words, teasing, but all smiles. You and Spencer shared a look as the rest of the BAU was taking their time talking about all sorts of things (at one point, you think you even heard Garcia mention a wedding). There was a smile and shy shrug from him as if saying yeah, I should’ve guessed that this was gonna happen. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out, feeling happier than ever that this was the start of your relationship with Spencer.

A/N: I wrote this in like a couple of hours so im sorry if there are some mistakes! ALSO, this is my first Spencer fic!! and im actually really happy with how it turned out! anyways,, im just really happy that i finally finished this and i hope y’all like it!!

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anonymous-eggy · 3 years

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Alrighty another headcanon idea: Nicky with an mc who's had too much to drink 🥂

Oh my goodness, this has so many directions it could go in, based on the type of tipsy/drunk person mc is! So let’s just go down the list, shall we? (If i mention leaving somewhere, just assume you both are at a party 😅)

(remember to check my hc rules before requesting!)

Happy

If you’re just all around hilariously slap-happy, he finds it so adorable

He’ll keep an eye on your consumption, but you seem to just be vibing and it makes him pretty happy too

He LOVES telling you jokes when you’re like this because, no matter how terrible they are, you always laugh like it’s the funniest shit you’ve ever heard

The first time he saw you like this, he found himself laughing so much at your slurred happy nonsense

Which made you confused in your happy drunk state and you probably said a lot of hilarious things that made zero sense, making him laugh even harder

If he were also a little drunk you two would be bouncing hilarious comments off of each other so much

If you’re just the type of happy that’s truly just having a good time existing and rambling out happy nonsense and “I love you lots, you know that?” to Nicky, he will sit there and he will listen to you with so much amusement and love.

If you’re the type of happy that just wants to dance and groove, he’ll dance with you! He also wants to make sure you don’t trip and fall or wander away

“I wanna groove!”

“We’re already grooving, my love,” Nicky chuckles as he pulls you close to him.

“I wanna groOOOOOVE!” You throw your head back and laugh as the two of you dance the night away.

He will be getting you some water and saying no more to the alcohol, for safety

Emotional/ sappy

He notices you being a little quiet, so he looks over to check on you.

And you’re looking at him with these big ol’ eyes that are holding back tears.

concern immediately takes over as he lays a hand on your shoulder and asks what’s going on.

When the tears start falling and you manage to get out with slurred words “I just love you so much, I-I can’t handle it” He realizes you’re not sober.

He gives you the softest smile, pulls you closer to him, and gives you a kiss on the head while telling you he loves you so much too

Which probably doesn’t help the situation because it makes you bawl even harder bc of how nice it is to have someone who’s just as in love with you as you are with them.

If you guys are at a party, he’ll ask if you want to leave early (you guys are leaving early anyway, he just wants to see if you do or not)

If you say yes, then he’ll wipe your tears away and help guide you away

If you say no, he’ll convince you otherwise. Either way, you’re taking a moment away from the party because you probably need to get away and have a glass of water

If you aren’t at a party, then he’ll just hold you and let you let it out while rubbing your back and murmuring comfortingly

He’ll let you cling to him while he gets you a glass of water

He kind of finds it cute how expressive and sappy you are. This is certainly a new side of you.

He’s so gentle with you and the whole moment is just so wholesome and cute

Reckless/ zero functioning braincells

You guys are at a party and Nicky is chatting with someone and he looks beside him, where you’re supposed to be and- dear lord where did you go.

You’re off causing trouble. That’s where you went.

He remembers that you had been drinking, and immediately asks the person if they saw where you went

They shrug and point of in some general direction saying that you just wandered away

And so he sets out on his search for you.

He finds you about to do something you absolutely should not be doing. Maybe playing with fire, or at least betting with another drunk idiot that you could jump over one.

Immediately steps in saying “no. no fire, baby. I think it might be time to head home, though.”

If you try to resist, he’ll want to give in, but your safety comes first. And right now...you are a walking disaster waiting to happen.

He’ll ask you if you want a glass of water now or at home. Either way, it’s home time.

Whether or not you squirm and try to get away, he’s not gonna kill your fun.

He’ll play fight with you until you get tired and you’ll both have a lot of fun. There might be some kisses involved too.

If you spout some confident nonsense, He’ll chuckle and nod along, saying “do tell me more bout that, dear.”

not that it wasn't fun, but Nicky will probably make sure you don't drink that much again for your safety

quiet/ spacey

He notices you getting quiet, so he turns and asks you if you’re alright

When your attention snaps to him and you mutter a “huh? Oh...yeah!” he can tell you’ve had quite a bit to drink

He’ll place an arm around you for the sake of making sure you’re still there, and to keep you safe.

If you’re lookin a little drowsy, he’ll ask you if you want to leave and get some rest

If you’re content just leaning on him and holding his arm, he might decide to stay a little longer. Not much longer though bc he wants to get you back to your room for some rest

He keeps a very close eye on you, which is pretty easy bc you’re too busy spacing off or quietly listening to a nearby conversation to wander off or get caught up in trouble

He really does not leave your side. He doesn’t want to risk someone taking advantage of your spacey nature. He’s always holding your hand or has an arm around you

If you’re just overall having a good time in your quiet little bubble, he’s having a good time too.

He’ll continue his conversations so you can listen with an interested silence and he’ll suggest leaving after finishing it up.

If you nod in agreement then you guys go home to cuddle, drink some water, and go to sleep

If you shake your head he’ll be surprised, but will stay a little bit longer for whatever reason you want to stay.

Horny (minors stop reading here, please! Thank you!)

If you don’t warn him beforehand, he is absolutely shocked

He notices you being extra touchy, but doesn’t think much of it at first

Big mistake on letting it slide bc you grab a handful of his ass, making him jump with an “oh!”

He gives you a sly smile and asks how much you’ve drank

No matter what seductive response you give, he knows you’re absolutely drunk

“Haha i wanna take my clothes off-”

“No taking your clothes off in public, toots”

If you’re being a little too touchy he might decide it’s time to leave

If there was no consent while you were sober, nothing’s happening. He feels like it would be wrong for anything to happen.

He mainly just gets you some water and refuses you trying anything.

Now if you guys had talked about it beforehand, that’s a different story.

If you gave consent beforehand, he would be on board with things happening. He would probably even drink a bit before.

That would certainly be one fun night, followed by a nice calm day and lots of spoiling from Nicky

ugh I'm so sorry this took so long, I hope it was still good! 😩 it was fun to think ab this thank you so much, my dearest Jade 💖💖💖

#fictif nicky #fictif two against the world #fictif nicky valentino #fictif nix hydra #fictif tatw #nicky valentino fictif #nicky fictif #nicky valentino #nicky tatw #nicky valentino headcanon #fictif headcanons #madebyeggy

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 2)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: The First Meeting

Next Chapter: What's Your Ideal Type?

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj, @rizzo-nero, @whoreuc

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CHAPTER 2: The Rebirth

You had a hard time falling asleep that night. Your mind is trying to remember the vision, but the images remain blurry. There was a faint heat lingering from the man's body pressed against yours.

‘Could we possibly be…. It’s not impossible but….’, your mind was working 10,000 miles an hour trying to think of the possibilities. There was only one thought that came to mind and it made you blush. You pulled up the covers and snuggled against your stuffed plushies and pillows. You had to pass by the library and get permission tomorrow.

At least the weaponry was amazing. Noritoshi senpai even showed you inside and pointed you to the crossbows he often practices with. ‘He must be a capable sorcerer. The way he holds himself up with such dignity was already a dead giveaway. A natural born leader huh.’ you wondered.

You fell asleep that night dreaming about a lovely Phoenix, being reborn from ashes.

◇◇◇

Noritoshi was pacing around in his room. He had passed by the library on the way back from dinner, and grabbed several books. “The Secrets of Foreseeing the Future, Vol. 1”, “Alternate and Parallel Worlds”, “Past Lives: A Study”, and “The Life and Works of Abe no Seimei".

He paced around his dorm room, looking over the book that was bothering him the most. “The Tales and True Records of Soulmates”.

He scanned through the main parts of the book. It spoke about bonding. There apparently were 2 types of bonding, emotional and physical.

When 2 halves of a whole reach a certain degree of understanding of each other, they establish what's called a half-bond or a phantom bond.

This begins to link their emotions. Intense anger, fear, joy, disgust, sorrow, and love can be felt from the very first stage. As their bond strengthens, they begin to share more emotions, as well as short strong intentions.

Intentions are used to depict a state of being. If they have a goal or a state of feeling over a particular matter, their partner can pick up on it.

The near final stage of a full bond is when they start to share physical sensations. When one gets injured, it will resound with the other.

The strongest bond is known to share special abilities and thoughts via telepathy between a fated pair.

Noritoshi's mind was definitely in overdrive. There was SO MUCH information on soulmates. But the one thing that wasn't explicitly stated was how a soulmate pair found each other.

How do soulmates confirm that they are indeed soulmates? Most of the information was based on soulmates who simply claimed to be. Then what about how they came to be?

So now he knows that soulmates are supposedly able to share emotions and feelings to a certain degree. But there was a lack of information in the book. What about visions? The vision he shared with y/n was one of a kind.

It kept discussing how the known most popular existence were the parents of Sugawara no Michizane. One of the three great vengeful spirits that is the ancestor of the Gojo clan.

He made up his mind. Taking out his phone, he dialed up his father.

Beep. “Noritoshi? It’s so late, why are you calling at this time? It best be an urgent matter.” his father gruffly answered.

“I am sorry to disturb you father. It’s just, there is a new student here in school. A First year called Tsuchimikado y/n from the Tsuchimikado clan.”

“Ahhh, them huh? Powerful group even though there are only a few of them. They don’t really talk about their techniques that much. They are descendants of Abe no Seimei and yet they kept to themselves as a minor clan of jujutsushi… So what about her?”

“She might possibly be my soulmate, but I am still confirming. Do you have any books or records on soulmates at all?”

At this, his father sat up straight in his study. “Are you serious? And what can you say to prove such claims? Do you know how rare a soulmate bond is?”

"I am aware. And I know we may not be soulmates. But I have some suspicions. If you have any info about soulmates, The Abe clan, or the Tsuchimikado clans, I would appreciate it." Noritoshi replied.

"Okay. I'll have a look and get back to you. Feel free to come by the main house this weekend. Look over the main study. There are also some records on Soulmates there."

"Thank you father. Have a good evening."

Beep.

Noritoshi sighed. He undid his hair bindings and combed out his hair. And opened the book again. He read through the table of contents in case he missed out on any major pointers.

He couldn't read the book in one sitting, because he is still reviewing for the TOEIC and improving his English.

He yawned and was about to retire to bed, remembering his promise to bring you around tomorrow, when one particular word jumped at him.

The binding process of soulmates. He quickly flipped through to the page and found out with horror that some of the pages had been torn out.

It wasn't him who did it. (Obviously). But now he has to go and tell Utahime sensei about it.

He took a closer look at the remaining few pages.

"The Binding of Soulmates. It is known to vary per pair. Some pairs found themselves to be born with a matching symbol in the inside of their arms or on their necks from birth. While others form it upon passing the first stage of -" and the page ends with a violent diagonal tear from the upper right corner to the lower left.

That's pretty much all that he can take away from the book so far. Frustrated, he decided to go to sleep. Nothing about sharing visions was mentioned so far. Maybe they weren't a fated pair after all.

But deep in his gut, Noritoshi knew that you were an important person to him. That was for sure. As he fell asleep, he shared the same dream with you. A lone Phoenix, being reborn from its ashes.

◇◇◇

The following morning, you didn't know where to meet up with Noritoshi senpai so you simply went to the same place he left you last night. On your way there, you passed by a tall robot kind of thing which spooked you. You stared at it, wondering if it was a kind of automation that serves the technical school.

To your surprise, it turned towards you and bowed while greeting, "Hello. I'm a 1st year student here at Kyoto Jujutsu Technical College. You can call me Mechamaru. Kokichi Muta is my real name, but I use robots to fight."

Your eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. "My name is Tsuchimikado Y/n, also starting here as a first year student. Pleased to meet you!" You bowed back.

“So… is your body inside that robot?” you asked him.

“No, as a result of heavenly restriction, which if you haven’t heard of yet is a means of exchange/ a binding contract, my body is elsewhere. I am controlling this robot from afar.”

Your eyes bugged, “That’s incredible! To have that much cursed energy, plus it is over such a long distance.” You were jealous as long-ranged techniques are something you try to work hard and specialise on.

“It’s not that fun being physically stuck in a basement.” Mechamaru didn’t sound too amused.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that… “ you floundered as you mentally hit yourself for being so inconsiderate.

“No need to apologize. I am used to it.” He waved it off coolly.

"You're the first other 1st year I've met Mechamaru. I wonder when the others will come. I've heard of 2 others." You wondered.

"I've already met one of them. Miwa is her name. You won't miss her with her bright blue hair." He replied. His voice was so stiff and robotic, a strange feature.

"Ohhhh I see. I'll keep that in mind!" You smiled. "I'm afraid I have somewhere to be right now, but I'll catch you around for sure! Please take care of me."

"Don't let me keep you waiting. Please also take care of me and see you around." Mechamaru waved as you ran off.

More students to meet huh. Your heart pounded in nervousness and excitement. So it was Miwa and Mechamaru so far. ‘Ugh, I’m so bad with names. I’ll surely get used to it.’ you thought to yourself.

You rounded the corner and nearly plowed through Noritoshi senpai in your haste. “Whoa there, careful,” he held his hands out in case you slipped, but you were fine. You caught yourself just before you hit his personal space.

You were surprised to see him already there, in the same clothes he was in yesterday (was that his uniform? You had yet to get yours, which had custom arrangements).

"Good morning Noritoshi-senpai!" you beamed up at him. He looked down at you amusedly, liking your bright energy. “Good morning y/n.”

Your smile grew wider upon hearing your name fall from his lips for the very first time. For a moment the both of you just stood there smiling. Then Noritoshi beckoned you to his side as you walked around the campus.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asked.

"Ah yes, though it might take some time getting used to the dorm rooms here. But everything is pretty much convenient. Especially the kitchenettes in our rooms." You were still excited about starting classes.

“Did you have your uniform tailored to your liking?” You asked him.

“Ah yes, I requested a looser fit. I am used to wearing a kimono and wooden sandals at home. I simply requested for them to be made in a similar fashion for comfort. And it gives me enough space to hide all of my weapons.” He smiled gently down at you.

“Ahhh I see. I have also put in a request for my uniform, but I don’t have it yet.” you said.

“Well, it shouldn’t be too long now, classes start in 2 days after all.”

He brought you around the main gardens. “It’s so big,” you gaped, excited to train here. There was so much open space, it would be good for flying practice. “The other buildings are offices for the staff, and warehouses for special tools and materials.” He explained.

Then Noritoshi led you to a corridor with tons of doors. “These are the 3rd year classrooms. First and second year classrooms are upstairs. We can have a look if you’d like?” He asked.

You agreed. And on your way to the staircase, you came face to face with a man going down the stairs. He was incredibly tall and ripped. With his hair tied up, a scar racing down on his left eye, he grunted at Noritoshi in greeting.

He came down and faced you both, before addressing Noritoshi. “You ready for class? Is this a new student?”

“Of course I am. And she is a first year. Tsuchimikado Y/n.” Noritoshi introduced you and you quickly bowed in greeting. “You can call me Tsuchi san or just Tsuchi as I know my last name is long. It is very nice to meet you!”

Noritoshi noted that you didn’t offer to be addressed by your first name this time and felt weirdly happy.

“Todo Aoi, 2nd year. So… what man or woman is your ideal type?” He asked as he loomed over you menacingly. You barely came up to this man's chest.

….. What in the world are you getting into?

Fun fact: The Tsuchimikado Clan are indeed a real clan descended from the Abe Clan and Abe no Seimei the Onmyouji himself. I chose Abe no Seimei as a parallel to the three great vengeful spirits from whom the big 3 Jujutsu families are descendants of. As Abe no Seimei was also a major figure during the Heian period. But of course my story is a work of fiction so other than the onmyouji himself, everyone else is not real^^.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

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