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hyuckiefluff · 8 months

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hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants.

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth.

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

"Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right,"

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display.

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you.

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

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moonastro · 3 months

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your future career

pick a picture

left to right(top)-> 1,2,3

°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

° This is a GENERAL reading, take what resonates and leave and pass on what does not!

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pile one: I'm seeing connections related to your career. what i mean about that is that you will have close relationships with very high status people that will help you along with your journey. I'm getting the vibes of when you ask someone about a goal of yours and they tell you that they know someone that can help you with your goal. It feels very prosperous and fortunate.

A career that you worked very hard for and stayed consistent in. like I'm feeling you studied, research and looked at every aspect of the career. Very knowledgeable about what you know. I also feel that you knew what you wanted to do from a very early age and it might have been your dream/goal to pursue that path. And to say the least, you will!! This is the literal definition of aiming high and achieving it. Sidenote- this career will be very unexpected for people when you tell them your status. You probably worked quietly and that's what got you to success.

This is also a career that may consist of you being very independent and thinking for yourself. This will enable you to help your family here also. I see you being the first in your family to achieve something very big and successful. This will allow you to take care of your family and help them out financially and giving them what they deserve for all the hardships that they supported you through.

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pile two: You may be unsure of what you are truly wanting as a career. you may be overthinking or just taking some time off and planning what might be suitable for you. (take this lightly please).

Anyway, i see money coming from overseas, very much investing and saving vibes. You take risks with this career, and take opportunities that are available. You also give a lot so this convinces me that it is investing. You reach for the impossible and you keep moving. some moves that are risky and out of context will also be a theme here, so the job may require toughness and risk overall.

there is a lot of consciousness about your surroundings. there is an instant reflex that you have when it comes to making quick and instant decisions. that actually may be your specialty. people come to you to get opinions and kind of like permission?? this convinces me that it may be a boss career OR a leading position that you take care of.

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pile three: Wowww. This career will be full of success and alignments. you will be very liked in your space and it will truly feel so destined that you will stay at the job for a very long time. you will go through lots and lots of other jobs before finally settling to the one. It may feel like you are very un grounded but trust everything, do not doubt your journey!!!

Somehow i feel like this career will be a luck thing. like i see you getting offered something and you accepting or you going out of your comfort zone only to get the best results from it. This job is somewhat of a surprise to you but you will be good at whatever you do.

I feel like the career will consist of lots of speaking and thinking. Very much office vibes (not saying it is). It will allow you to stand your ground and be able to express your opinions freely. I also think that you will become more confident with this career. like it will definitely change you for the better. Also, there will also be lots of connections like pile one, but for this pile it is more like unprofessional, unlike pile one it is very structured and professional connections. like it is more of you will meet lots of new peers and generally know lots of people by just being friendly.

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that's all for this post! thanks for reading, it is most appreciated💗🤍

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millylotus · 9 months

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Secret Son John Constantine

Inspired by @herbatahleb's funny little fanart

As the title says The Everlasting Trio have a child and his name is John “Hellblazer” Constantine

He’s making his parents proud

John was born of a kind of soul blood pact between the three, he got his blonde hair from Sam, his eyes from Tucker, and his overall appearance is a mix of the three of them

John grew up to follow in Tucker & Sam’s footsteps of magic, he’s a born sorcerer unlike them though

His relationship with his parents is generally good, but because of how he treats his soul his relationship with Danny has deteriorated

They argue about this alot, John’s soul is his own and what he does with it really isn’t any of Danny’s business, Danny has the concerned parent vibes of the parent of a sex worker, their fears are founded but they need to trust their kid to know how to take care of themselves

John hates visiting home because of it, Dani will sometimes drag him back home for holidays but he doesn’t stay long

Sam & Tucker try to get them to get along but it isn’t really working

Then one day Danny gets accidentally summoned by the Justice League

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John doesn’t recognize the summoning circle as it buzzes to life, he doesn’t know what type of creature or being will pop out. If they’re good or bad, or even merciful but he knows they’re strong from the intricate design or the circle. So he recklessly jumps forward, pushing Hal out of the binding circle so the Lantern isn’t bound to the summoned being.

John takes the binding with a scream of pain, feeling electricity shoot up his spine.

He can hear the Leaguers shouting his name, he’s vaguely aware of Jordan supporting him. But what he hears clearest was the voice of a man he most despised in the world at the moment.

“Really John? You didn’t have to do that, he would have been fine.”

John closes his eyes tight and breaths deep, he looks up to the voice and looks into the toxic green eyes as they met his own brown ones.

“Good to see you too Father.”

The green eyed being rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “Yes, hello Son. It’s great to see you again as well.”

The League had only heard a few things about John Constantine’s family. They knew he had three parents who’re polyamouros, that he has an older sister and an aunt. Besides that all they have are silent grumblings about “Father won’t like this” when he does something risky.

But to see a young filipino man probably no older than twenty, floating over John “Hellblazer” Constantine and looking down on him like a disappointed parent. It was jarring.

Wonder Woman was the first to say anything “John, could you perhaps explain what just happened?”

John and his father broke their intense eye contact to look at Diana, who barely flinched at the sudden attention, the others behind her weren’t so fearless.

Constantine sighed carefully stepping away from Hal, “This is my Father.”

Hal snorted, “Yeah we got that man.”

“Yes John, introduce me to your friends here.”

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Danny is generally snarky when meeting the League, he makes some weird comments about John hanging out with superheroes, that could be construed as rude

The others are kinda pestering John about who his dad even is, while John is more focused on getting the fucking bind removed

He eventually has to ask Zatanna for help

Danny for the most part is hanging out with the League while John’s working

Someone calls him Mr.Constantine and Danny quickly corrects them saying that isn’t his last name

Which sparks a whole conversation of John’s last name, which Danny isn’t about to say cause real names have power and such

Danny sees John working closely with Zatanna and asks if he’s with her or not, John is beyond embarrassed and even worse is when Danny brings up King Shark, mentioning that Dani really liked him too

John snarks back that then King Shark should have just gone for her instead of him since Danny was so adamant about King Shark being such a great son-in-law

Things get awkward quick as the two snark back at each other while everyone else realizes where John gets it from

It almost becomes a screaming match before the League has to break it up before they go to far

John ends up just calling Sam & Tucker so they can just break the binding

It’s a tense few minutes before they get there, and the League just kinda has to sit there as father & son fume not looking at each other

When Tucker & Sam get there they see the two not wanting to talk to each other at all

Leaguers are not reeling at seeing John’s other parents who he also vaguely looks like but also not

As the two work on the binding John & Danny are being passive aggressive

The two decide that John & Danny need to spend some time together to get this shit figured out

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Sam : Alright that’s it *Sam & Tucker stop working, Sam has her head in her hands and Tucker is leaning far back* Danny : What? John : I’m sorry? Tucker : You two have been fighting for far to long, you’ve probably forgotten why Danny : I know exactly why, it’s because John doesn’t know how to treat his soul right! John : By The Ancients! You’re still on about that Danny : Of course! Sam : Will you both just SHUT UP! *Silence* Sam : We’re not breaking the binding, you two are going to stay stuck together Danny : Sammy! John : Mama, Papa. Please don’t do this! Tucker : Nuh-uh, this happening, you two are getting a some father-son bonding time for the week! John *distressed*: Why! You can’t just– it’s not fair! *Sam & Tucker loosen up a bit, looking to John softly* Sam : Baby it’s alright, we’re not trying to punish you we just want you & your father to actually talk things through Danny : It feels like your punishing me Tucker : You are his father, you will be the civil one in this so don’t you fucking dare get any lip *Danny goes silent* Sam *sigh* : We’ll be leaving now Tucker : Good look you two The two leave, then silence Danny : Do you still have that demon house of yours? John *sigh* : Yeah I’ll show you a room for your stay

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Most of the story is really just about John & Danny learning to get along again

Danny has to finally trust his kid to know what he’s doing with his own body

And John realising that his dad just wants to keep him safe & stuff

By the end of their basically grounding the two have begun to mend their relationship, Danny promises to come over and visit along with inviting John back home to the zone when he feels like

I've been meaning to post this for awhile now & it's just been sitting in my drafts until I finally remembered it.

Hope you liked is! :]

Main Story Index [It's kinda messy but it's got links to most everything]

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atlabeth · 4 months

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greener grass | luke castellan

i recommend reading bleedin me dry before this as this is the au to that!

summary: what if you left with luke that day in the woods?

a/n: would just like to give a HUGE thank you for the massive amount of support on my luke fic!! and another huge thank you to all you angst demons because why do you want more of it. i mean i get it but why. anyways here’s a different path of actually accepting luke’s offer like so many of you said you would instantly fold lmao i hope you enjoy

wc: 3.2k

warning(s): fem!daughter of demeter reader. luke is his own warning. kind of unhealthy relationship, weird vibes all around

The stars were brighter than ever tonight.

It was one of the first things that stuck out to you when you got to camp, and it was one of the first things that you noticed when you first got on the road with Luke.

You’d always loved the stars. They were a rare sight coming from the city, such a sign of nature and purity that it honestly shouldn’t have been a surprise when you were claimed. You still remembered the shock that went through you when you first saw what a night sky free of pollution could be, and you still remembered the first time you risked your life with the harpies just to spend the night star-gazing.

And you could never forget the first time you dragged Luke along with you, his wry protests falling on deaf ears though he grinned the entire way down to the beach, his hand laced in yours.

Gods.

Luke.

Even the thought of him these days was enough to make your heart clench, a slight shiver run down your spine, and you weren’t fully sure as to why.

You loved him. You ran away with him. Every path that led you here, you willingly chose to walk down.

But you still questioned every second of every godsdamned day if they were the right decisions. Especially now, as you sat alone in front of the fire, carefully stoking it with one of the few dry sticks you’d been able to find after taking shelter—in your own haphazard tent made of vines and tree trunks and any other bits of nature you’d managed to sprout from the ground with your powers—to wait out a rainstorm.

You decided to spend the night, deciding that traveling through the darkness was too risky after the last monster attack, but the minutes couldn’t have been creeping by slower. If being in nature didn’t quite literally fuel you, you knew you would be far more miserable than you already were.

You loved Luke with all your heart, and if he was willing to potentially throw off his entire plan just so he could bring you with him, then he had to love you the same. You owed him this, at least, to not abandon him.

You— you didn’t want to serve Kronos, but you didn’t want to serve the gods, either. Your mother abandoned you before you were old enough to know what the word meant, leaving you on your father’s doorstep swaddled in blankets and with a note that he still had to this day.

Demeter left your father to raise you on his own, left you to live the half-life of a half-blood, and hardly paid attention to you since. She didn’t help you when you were on the road to camp with your satyr, wondering if every bump in the night would be your end, and she let you feel worthless for an entire year before she finally decided you were deserving of her claim.

Or maybe she just finally remembered you existed.

You understood Luke’s anger—you felt it yourself more than you liked to admit—but the path he was on was a dangerous one. You doubted you could take him off of it, but you could keep him safe, and you could prevent more damage. That was all you cared about at this point.

How long you could walk this line was an entirely different question.

You sensed him before you heard him even lost in your thoughts, but the snapping of twigs still made your breath catch for a moment. You kept your gaze on the fire as you spoke.

“Anything?”

“These woods are surprisingly bare for the time of year,” Luke said as he set his backpack on the ground, kneeling down to rifle through it. “I feel like Artemis is punishing me.”

“Well, she doesn’t exactly have a reason to help you,” you said wryly. You gestured with your head towards the miniature orchard you’d been making at each one of your camps—one pro of your parentage was that you—hopefully—wouldn’t ever starve on the road. You’d been growing plants since you realized you could, so it was practically second nature at this point. “Fruit’s on the menu, if you’re interested.”

Luke chuckled as he walked over, and as he plucked a perfectly ripe strawberry, he glanced at you. “Feeling nostalgic?”

You shrugged. You wondered which of your siblings would be in charge of the strawberries with you gone. You hoped Mr. D wouldn’t give it to one of his kids. “Do you blame me?”

“Not at all.” He popped it into his mouth then took an apple from the smallest tree you’d been able to grow. “It was home for us both, for a while.”

You bit your lip. It still was your home—it had been for the past four years. You wanted to go back eventually, but you felt like you had sealed your coffin by going with Luke. Would they ever welcome you back, knowing you willingly followed him into the darkness?

“How long do you think we’ll be on the road?” you asked, finally looking over at him as he sat down across from you. “Not that I don’t enjoy being with you, but… it’s not exactly the safest.”

“At least another week or two,” Luke said. You tried your hardest to keep your expression even as he settled the full force of his gaze on you—you couldn’t deal with the scrutiny. “I need to make sure they’ve lost our trail. The last thing we need is a questing group on our asses.”

You huffed a laugh. “You think they’ll actually send anyone after us?”

Luke shrugged. “If all went well, camp is in total disarray. If it didn’t, they still know I’m with Kronos. I can’t imagine Chiron would take that lightly. And,” he inclined his head, “I did kidnap you.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t kidnap me.”

“They’ll probably think so,” he said, and there was something strange in his eyes. “Doesn’t make sense for you to come with me willingly.”

This again. “Luke—”

“I know,” he said, a slight smile on his lips. There wasn’t much heart in it. “You don’t have to explain yourself again.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m not with you,” you said. “I— I am. I’m only here for you, Luke.”

His eyes softened. “You mean it?”

“I do,” you nodded. “I couldn’t just leave you.”

“I don’t take any of this lightly, you know.” His eyes never wavered from yours, the orange light flickering across his face and casting a devilish shadow. “You being here means the world. Nothing’s gonna happen to you—I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m not just gonna lay you out to dry, either,” you said wryly. “We’ll protect each other. Like we always have.”

“Exactly,” Luke affirmed. He bit into the apple he’d seemingly forgot about, and you looked up at the sky in the resulting silence.

It felt like your mind always drifted back to camp, back to your siblings and friends and the victims of Luke’s crusade.

Your summer siblings who would come back next year and wonder where you went, your year-rounders waking up the next morning and all the mornings after with a discontented glance at your bed.

How long would it take for them to forget you? For you to just be another lost demigod in the camp files?

And poor Annabeth Chase. Luke practically raised her, and he walked out on her without a word—you considered yourself lucky he didn’t do the same to you, and you had no idea what awaited you on your path together.

The gods had never been one for listening, and certainly not to you, but you hoped at least one of them would look down on you. Maybe your mother could provide some of that wizened second child advice, shine her favor on you for the first time in your life.

Well. You doubted Demeter would very much appreciate your quasi-support of the titan that ate her. The thing you should have considered yourself lucky for was that your powers still worked.

Luke brought you back to Earth by saying your name, and your gaze snapped back down to meet his. His scar seemed especially grisly in the firelight, at odds with the softness of his expression—something that felt all too rare these days.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“What else could possibly be on it?” you asked wryly, tossing the stick you’d been fiddling with into the fire. It crackled as the flames devoured it, something so out of its realm thrust into it anyways.

“Stupid question,” he admitted.

“We’re practically fugitives, Luke,” you said. “We have monsters after us, and possibly people from camp. We left everyone behind. I’m with you, trust me, but— but I can’t just get over it all as easily as you.”

“And I get that,” he said. “This—” he sighed and shook his head— “you really don’t know how much you being here means to me. I thought I was going to be out on my own on all this.”

Your throat bobbed. You’d never tell him, but you didn’t even know what your answer was going to be until the words left your mouth.

“And you’re telling me that you’d still choose them over me?”

“No,” you said. “I wouldn’t.”

Luke’s eyes softened and your throat felt like it was closing up.

“Then come with me,” he whispered. “We will change the world together.”

“I can’t,” you asserted. “I can’t just leave everyone behind— I’d be leaving my entire life behind, Luke!”

“You’ll help them more this way,” Luke insisted. “The gods aren’t on our side—we’re here so they don’t have to pay attention to us. If we want anything to change for the better, we’re gonna have to do it ourselves.”

You bit your lip, and he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“I wouldn’t ask you this if I didn’t think you were right for it,” he murmured, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. “Your mother’s never bothered to see you before. I’m gonna make her see you.”

“How?” you asked, hating the hints of desperation coloring your voice.

“You’ll see,” he said. “But we’re gonna do something so big that no one’s going to be able to ignore us.”

Memories of the past four years flashed through your mind, but the two at the forefront were ones with Luke and ones without your mother.

He’d always been there for you, even when Demeter—especially when she wasn’t.

You couldn’t just leave him on his own. Not when he was baring his soul to you—not when his quest for greatness included it for you too.

Not when he was the first boy you ever loved, the one who brought you back from the god-induced edge.

“…Okay,” you said, the word feeling like an ultimatum the moment it left your lips. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

He stared at you for a second like he didn’t hear you, or rather like he didn’t actually believe it. And then he broke out into a grin.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you said. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“Go to your cabin and pack your bags,” Luke said, still unable to control his exuberant expression. We’ll meet each other at the top of the hill.”

“Right now?”

Luke nodded. “Only a couple hours until we’re harpy feed. Everyone’ll think we’re just leaving for the school year.”

“You’ve always been a year-rounder,” you said. “Won’t people—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “No one’ll think anything of it. We just have to get out before anyone asks any questions.”

“Luke,” you murmured, “are you—”

Luke cut you off with a blazing kiss, the same kind of fire in his eyes when he pulled away, a slight smile on his lips at leaving you breathless.

“I’m sure,” he whispered. “You’re not going to regret this. I promise.”

It was all you could do to stare up at him, his grip on your arms the only thing keeping you upright for a solid moment.

“Go,” he said. “Take your time—don’t draw any suspicion. I’ll meet you there.”

“You’re really sure?” you asked, finally able to form words. “Really really sure? About this, a— and me?”

He cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb along your jaw. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am about you.”

Leaving camp was insane—when Luke told you of Kronos’s plans, it was even more insane—but it had always been you and Luke. He’d been such a huge part of your life, ever since you first came to camp, that you couldn’t imagine yourself without him.

And when you looked back at him, illuminated by the fire, you were sure of at least one thing.

You weren’t leaving any time soon. Not when you could still fix all of this.

A yawn got the better of you, and you felt Luke’s eyes on you as you covered your mouth with a fist.

“You should get to sleep,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”

“It’s been a long day for both of us,” you said. “We both had to get here—and you were the one who wandered around in the woods for two hours trying to hunt.”

“How do you know I wandered?” Luke asked, setting the apple core down on the ground next to him. “You weren’t there. Maybe I had a very respectable saunter and just came up with nothing.”

You chuckled. “The trees speak to me.”

“Really?” he asked, clearly amused. “And what did they say?”

“That you’re an awful hunter,” you mused, “and you should be very thankful that your girlfriend is good at everything.”

Luke smirked and got up to start walking towards you. “Your ever-knowledgeable trees should know that I already know.” He kneeled down in front of you, a slight smile curling on your lips. “And that I am very thankful.”

He pressed a heated kiss to your lips, and you reciprocated, looping an arm around him to keep him close before you pulled away.

“It’s always good to hear it,” you murmured.

“I’ll say it as many times as you need,” he assured. Luke stole another kiss then gestured towards your makeshift tent. “But you do need to get some sleep. We’re picking up at first light.”

Your smile wavered. “We’ve been moving break-neck for a week already. Are you sure we can’t ease up?”

“Soon,” Luke promised. “I told you, I just want to make sure we’ve lost any tails. We can’t afford that right now.”

He must have seen the change in your expression, because his eyes softened and he took your hand. “It won’t be like this forever, babe. You can handle it.”

“It doesn’t mean I want to,” you said dryly, but you sighed as you squeezed his hand. “I’ll turn in if you do too.”

“Anything for you,” Luke said with a smile. You chuckled and shook your head as you stood up, and Luke grabbed his backpack before he went over to the tent with you.

Your meager belongings weren’t much. You’d stuffed all the demigod essentials, some outfits, and a sleeping bag in your pack before hightailing it to Thalia’s tree, and Luke hadn’t packed much more—but at least it was light traveling.

Every night had been spent in the same way, sharing your sleeping bag as you got what precious sleep Luke allocated before you were back on the road again. You were sure the only thing that got you through each early rising was his soft touches and easy murmured words.

You laid down, staring up at the roof of brambles and bark, and you twisted your hand just so to make them twist away from each other for a small opening.

Luke raised an eyebrow at you as he zipped his bag up, still crouched on the ground. “What’s that for?”

You shrugged. “I’ve always liked sleeping under the stars.”

Again, that small smile. It could still make you melt, even now. “I remember. I just hope it doesn’t start raining again.”

“Like rain’ll be the worst thing we’ve dealt with,” you said wryly. “Besides, I can feel it in the air. We’re gonna be fine.”

“Yeah,” he said. “We are.”

You glanced over and he was looking at you. You patted the spot next to you.

“C’mon,” you said. “I’m cold.”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” he said, amused, and he huddled in next to you. You let out a contented sigh as his body heat sunk into you, and he draped an arm across you to pull you closer.

“That better?” he asked.

You hummed in response. “Thank you.”

“Always.”

You closed your eyes as you exhaled deeply, trying your best to unwind the tension in every part of your body. You weren’t used to trekking miles every day, eating rations you’d packed from camp or gas station food from whenever you ended up close to town, only having the woods and the sky and Luke for company. It was starting to wear on you, but you weren’t going to let Luke know.

“I love you,” Luke said suddenly, breaking the silence, his breath tickling your neck. Your eyes snapped open. “You know that, right?”

A moment passed before you murmured, “I know.”

You could feel some of the tension leave his body, and he adjusted his position to be closer to you.

“Good.”

His curls brushed against your skin as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Luke was a comforting presence behind you, like an anchor in the choppy waters you’d thrown yourself into, but it… it just felt different than the countless other times.

But that was only natural. You were back on the road, living the way you did when you first made the trip to Camp Half-blood with your satyr. Of course it felt different than the crowded chaos of the Hermes cabin, or the beach underneath a tapestry of stars, or your own bed at the behest of your siblings. The only thing that stayed the same was the scent of nature, and the scent of Luke.

Things were different, yes, but you knew that would happen. Luke was different, but you knew that would happen—half the reason you came along with him was because you wanted to make sure he had a lifeline, a way to come back to shore when he decided his crusade was over.

Because it had to be over eventually. He would decide that there was no way you could beat the gods, that it wasn’t worth killing himself over some meaningless mission. The gods had never cared about you before—you didn’t know why they would care about some half-baked rebellion by two of their least favorite kids.

You loved Luke. He loved you. You told yourself that was all that mattered, because you were in this together now.

For better or for worse.

#damn girl you really are a demeter kid the way you're planting these seeds of distrust #also he hasn't told her what he did to percy so this is clearly a very stable and good situation for both of them #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan angst #pjo x reader #x reader #sadie writes

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ressjeon · 1 year

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desperate | pjm (m.)

pairing: model!jimin x pa!reader

summary: being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

rating: 18+ | word count: 3.8k

genre/au: smut (a bit of plot if you squint)

warnings/content: crude language, masturbation, fellatio, handjob, deepthroating, face fucking?, switch dynamics, a lot of pining ig, cheeky jimin that has many lustful thoughts and he's a brat too oml

a/n: been a long while and this is unplanned as always lmao. was supposed to be posted on the 14th but the universe said no so i couldn’t post it. anyways, this is for the 2nd anniversary of this blog’s official debut in this community so why not post a fic of the person who made me start writing in the first place, as the first fic of 2023 just like he was my first fic in this blog (just in time with vibe’s release, his solo album announcement and his official partnership with Dior too! 0.0). thank you Jimin for being my light, i love you 🥰

― masterlist — navigation — wips

You’re currently on your knees, helping Jimin out with his problem.

Not that kind, goodness no. He’s been doing practice poses for his shoot as soon as he arrived like he always does in each photoshoot. You ignored his flushed look when he entered the studio, already knowing his morning routine and went straight for the pre-shoot meeting. Everything was smooth until you noticed some stain on his black pants when you were checking him for any final touches.

So here you are now, dabbing the wet wipes around the spot on his thigh while he’s leaning against the frame of the glass partition behind him.

He’s lucky that most of the staff are not here yet so you have time to remove the stain from his pants, a cum stain that almost made you scream when he told you sheepishly that it was from some girl he fucked this morning before coming to the studio.

“are you still mad? i told you i didn't realize she’d be a creamer”

In any other situation, this would've been a strange exchange with someone you essentially work for. Jimin has no filter in the way he talks to you but you don’t really mind it as you do the same. You and he have grown closer to one another each day since you started working for him so these types of conversations became normal between you both.

It's one of the perks of Jimin hiring someone around his age for a personal assistant. You've been with him from the very start of his career, barely scraping anything during that time with the both of you fresh from graduation. When he initially asked you, you looked at him incredulously because his plan was quite risky. Jimin understood your hesitance but he was surprised when you finally agreed after a bit of consideration.

Your friends said that it must be the puppy eyes that he constantly gives you but no, you knew of Jimin during college. It’s common knowledge from your mutual acquaintances of how hardworking he is and you’ve witnessed it a few times before so you said yes because why not. You're both in the same boat anyways, still looking for other jobs and who knows, if this works then it will be great for your future careers.

You remember when Jimin got his very first paycheck, running up to you with a tight hug and asking you something that you’ve been wanting for a while. You were confused but then he cracked a smile and revealed that he wanted to treat you as a gratitude for doing your best to find casting calls and gigs for him. You were happy of course, with both of your hard work finally coming to fruition.

This dynamic you have with Jimin as a very close friend and colleague has been pretty balanced as the years go by. There are times when you fought, unavoidable with your contrasting personalities but you both became comfortable with one another regardless. This makes your teamwork efficient with more understanding from both sides as your relationship gets closer.

“believe me, it’s hers, not mine i swear” he adds, repeating what he explained earlier when you don’t answer him.

Thoughts aside, you do, of course, believe him because Jimin’s one of the most responsible guys you’ve ever known. He always comes prepared for photoshoots and arrives early to do last-minute check-ups despite what his shenanigans are the night before like earlier today. He’ll never go bare with anyone to avoid risks because he already experienced some scares before from past hookups.

No answer from you still but it’s partly because you've been in shambles on the inside with what you feel for him these days. You’re not only annoyed by this whole thing but you also felt uneasy at what he said. You’ve been used to it but you somehow felt the sting when he explicitly laid out his latest hookup.

You’ll never admit to yourself or him why because it would be unprofessional.

At the same time, you’ve also been fighting to focus only on finishing up what you’re doing, occasionally straying your eyes toward the glass windows to calm yourself down. He was practically naked in front of you, with his damn gold necklace where its round pendant dances around his belly button and pointing down to the huge bulge he was sporting. And it would’ve helped if he’s covered, at least while you’re still on the floor. But apparently, he felt the need to not zip it up and just wear it as it is, torturing you with his sculpted body.

You shouldn’t mind it but you’re a bit suspicious because Jimin’s always been involved in his photoshoots. He always consults with you regarding his outfits even if it’s not part of your job. He often asks for your input as well, discussing his ideas with you before he gives them a go. For this shoot, he picked this specific hooded jacket among all the ones that you’ve shown him, insisting on wearing it without anything under it because this one is apparently very loose.

Which became an immense distraction to you.

You remember zoning out earlier in the meeting room when Jimin was picking the final photos from his pre-shoot, trying all the concepts that he’s been wanting to do. You were already a mess with his slicked-back hair and exposed body along with his tight pants. And now you couldn't stop staring at his veiny hands as they hovered around the pictures. The gold rings on both of his index fingers didn’t help either, turning your focus on them instead of listening to him explaining to you and his stylist.

Jimin of course notices and teases you like always. Though he’s been doing it more frequently these days, adding more to the brewing tension between you.

He ran his fingers through the pinned pictures on the pegboard and casually picked up the pictures near where you were standing by the edge of the table. He leans closer and closer so you have to fight the urge to look at him, instead focusing your attention on talking with this stylist.

“you alright, __?”

You just scoff and roll your eyes at him, brushing him off with an excuse of being sleep deprived. He’s doing this on purpose, he could’ve lied to you earlier about fucking someone because how is he still hard? Thankfully he zipped up for now so his oversized jacket covers it but you knew he had a hunch about why you’d been acting weird around him right now.

Jimin's been smiling, knowing that his current hairstyle has been your favourite. He noticed it when he had his rainbow blond one last time where you couldn't stop touching his hair, hands constantly on it whether hair spraying it or simply tugging its strands whenever you can, reasoning that it's looking messy though it's not.

You couldn't stop looking at him too, eyes staying on him more than you ever did since working for him. That's why he specifically talked to the stylist and the photographer about bringing this hairstyle back for this photoshoot since it’ll also fit with his whole look. Also, you’ve been sneaking glances at him today which has been lifting up his mood. It just adds to how hard his dick is already, affecting you this much makes him very excited for today.

“Jimin, you can't do the shoot with this” you will yourself to ask, relieved that your voice came out sterned. When you look up at him, Jimin swears that his cock just twitched at the view of you in this position, his thoughts playing a different scenario where you’re giving him the suck of his life.

“then help me..” he mindlessly responded, totally not paying attention to what you’re referring to. He's not sure really, his mind’s still hazy and all he can think of is the ache of his balls from not being able to cum earlier.

“i’m trying” you grumble, ignoring his pouting. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and he uses that on you when he wants something. Sometimes it works when he combines it with his affectionate touches but you have to be strong this time. You’re not even sure what he’s specifically talking about but then you’ve also been occupied in trying to fight off your growing lust for him.

Jimin’s pout turns into a grin after catching your eyes flickering from looking anywhere and on his bulge again, he can sense how your hand’s so tempted to touch it with how much you’re gripping his pants. Your hand continues to fidget, eyes unfocused as you continue to wipe off that stain as hard as you can just in case. You don’t look annoyed now either, but you’re wearing a struggling expression that tells him just how conflicted you are at this moment.

You’re beyond torn because that fucking tent of his pants is dissolving your annoyance little by little with sinful thoughts already creeping up your mind the longer you stay down the floor.

“where are you looking at?”

“the city view looks good from here”

You automatically answer, clearing your throat in the process before gathering up the pack of wet wipes and the damp cloth along with a bowl of cold water from the ground. You avoid looking at Jimin’s face because you knew he was going to try something now that he noticed your slight slip of judgment.

“yeah, the view is amazing but my view from here is better”

“up or down?”

“both, but i’d say down. you’d say the opposite, right __?”

You almost dropped what you're holding at his remark but this is nothing new to you: Jimin shamelessly throwing his lewd innuendos at you at any chance he got. You indulge him in it, after all, it’s just harmless flirting between friends, something that you never expected when you took this job. Sometimes it's part of your banter, you doing the same thing to him which catches him off guard sometimes when he's focusing on something while working. You especially do it when discussions of his escapades come to light, which you helped in arranging because of his demanding schedules.

Yes, you’re this dedicated to your job even if it sometimes causes an ache in your heart.

“why? didn’t you fuck someone?” you deflect, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting you.

“yeah but i didn’t get to cum, couldn’t…” he trails off as he closes his eyes and grabs his crotch to hopefully feel a little bit of comfort but it's no use. He wants to tell you why he couldn't, wants to let you know who has been stopping him from getting off with other people but you don't care anyways.

“then get rid of it, you still have time”

You state with urgency, nervously looking around if anyone saw but everyone’s been doing their own thing. Patting his thigh, you stand up from your kneeling position and push aside your want to help him in getting rid of it. He might be good at hiding his expressions but he does look like he’s been struggling for hours since he arrived on set. Jimin didn’t do anything but huff before retreating to the dressing room to take care of his problem.

Now that most of the staff are here, you check in with them for any possible last-minute changes. It took your mind off Jimin a bit but your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at the door of his dressing room. You shake your head, pushing yourself to focus on your current task. It’s still early but you want to make sure Jimin’s ready when the scheduled time for his photoshoot is on. This is an important shoot for him so you just hope that he finishes as soon as possible to not keep everyone waiting.

After you’ve double-checked everything, you decide to fetch Jimin. Nearing his door though is making you more agitated than you already are. You’re about to knock when you hear his loud, sexy groan. fuck.

You haven't really heard how Jimin sounds properly because each time you catch him fucking someone, either during his breaks or random times when you need something for him to confirm, his partners’ moans usually overpower his so this is quite new, and you won’t deny that you'd love to hear more of it.

“oh fuck..fuck”

Jimin being this loud causes you to panic at the possibility of anyone in the studio hearing him like this. This might not be new for some of the staff but still, you just don’t want everyone to hear how he sounds like.

You took a deep breath before wandering your eyes around if anyone was watching but thankfully, everyone was busy.

He wonders if you’re listening, purposely moaning louder than he intends to as he fists his cock. You probably don’t care and if you ever catch him, you’ll just ignore his attempts and scold him for taking too long at this. It’s always been the case with you but he does find it amusing to piss you off more.

So when he hears the door opening, a smirk creeps up on his face before opening his half-lidded eyes.

“y–”

“shut up” you seethe as you approach his propping form on his vanity. He thinks it's just one of his imaginations again, indulging him with his fantasies. But when he feels you grab the chain of his wrap necklace towards you, his eyes open fully before releasing a small gasp. The smaller chain loop fastens gradually around his neck when you begin pulling its long chain gently while looking into his eyes. He maintains eye contact and you notice the hunger and mischief in them as you continue to pull his necklace.

“s-shit” he whines quietly, though the smirk still remains on his gorgeous face as his hand continues to stroke his cock even faster. His other hand reaches for the dark bottle of lube, bringing it in front of you before pumping its nozzle on his very angry tip.

He closes his eyes again, placing the bottle back on the table while his other hand spreads the lube around his dick. You’re speechless for a second with this whole show he’s putting on, pausing to watch him. It’s when his other hand comes up in an attempt to touch you to come closer that breaks your reverie, swatting his hand away.

You stare him down, brows scrunching while contemplating what to do next. This would be crossing whatever boundaries you have with Jimin both in your personal and professional relationship. You had to look away from him to think this through. You’re used to seeing him semi-naked with other people before but not like this. Him now naked from the waist down in front of you, his tight black pants pooling around his ankles.

It’s Jimin’s desperate whimpers that made your mind up. There’s no point in denying wanting the same thing he desires from you.

“i’ll help you but don't make a sound” you command and he nods, too fucked out to respond because all he wants is his release.

Your hand replaces his before you kneel on the hard floor, immediately swallowing his cock to not waste more time. One of Jimin’s hands is on your head at once, not gripping your hair but just holding onto you for support because fuck, your mouth feels so much better than his hands, hell it's even better than pussies he’s had before.

It’s you, of course, Jimin has always thought about how much better you’ll be at pleasuring him than others. He smiles after noticing your demeanour change as soon as your mouth envelops him. It must be the lube flavour that he specifically picked knowing apple’s one of your favourites. Your mouth is greedily sucking him in now, warm tongue lapping up the entirety of his cock.

"you were drooling for my cock earlier, hmm? bet you wouldn't mind sucking me off in front of everyone outside" his mocking tone shudders, his attempt of gaining control wavering with you being encouraged by what he said. You bob your head faster, opening your mouth more to take him deeper cause the view from where you are is spurring you to do more. Jimin in his fucked out glory is a sight to watch, his gold link earrings swaying as he tosses his head back, his plump lips getting swollen from him biting them to hold his moans in.

You want to see more of it.

When Jimin’s not closing his eyes from the pleasure, they never leave yours as he stares right into them. He surprises you when he gets up from leaning on the vanity, his hand moving from the top of your head down to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. This made him push deeper into your mouth so you loosen your jaw, the new angle allowing more of his length in your mouth. As soon as his tip reaches the back of your throat, you’re unable to stop releasing gurgling moans when it nudges further.

“can’t..believe..you’re.. choking on my cock right now..”

Jimin rasps needily as he rolls his hips slowly, deeper with each thrust. The vibrations from your moans are not helping him in holding his orgasm longer. He’s been trying hard because he wants to prolong this, relish this view of you on your knees and your mouth on him because who knows if this will ever happen again. He’s losing himself, grinding on your face while his hand starts massaging your nape in time with his thrusts.

Now you’re confused because you for sure thought that he’ll start fucking your throat roughly the moment you allowed him but he’s not. You take a deep breath through your nose as you come up, readying your throat in case he’ll change his mind later when he’s close to cumming. But the way he’s touching your nape is making you relax, distracting you from your main reason for helping him in the first place.

He’s close already, his cock's been throbbing before you started bobbing your head earlier. His pace also changes a bit faster but is still slow and you’re confused as to why he’s been holding back. His breathing turns erratic and his lower abs are flexing. You know it so before he does so dig your nails into both of his meaty thighs before one of your hands leaves and pushes away his hold on your head.

You take him deeper until your lips reach the skin of his crotch, immediately pushing back when he grabs your head again, releasing his cock from your mouth which causes Jimin to whimper in frustration.

“that's for making me wipe other girl's cum on your pants” you glare at him, voice hoarse from taking him that deep in your throat. Standing up from kneeling was making your legs wonky, feeling numb from your previous position but your mind’s not on it with your prior annoyance resurfacing because of his attempt to pacify you.

Jimin, however, begins laughing.

Your brows rise from his reaction, totally not expecting this because you were really sure that you already got him under you.

“so you’re jealous after all,”

“i’m not, i wouldn’t help you if i were” you counter, avoiding his eyes as you pull his jacket back on him, it was slipping on one side already, showing his muscular arms and the tattoo on his ribs. Your fingers have minds of their own when you start tracing each of the letters, causing Jimin to shiver at your touches but the devilish smile remains on his handsome face.

“but you’re doing it to prove something, right?”

You don’t know how to answer him and you don’t want to tell him the truth because it’ll just feed his already massive ego. Instead, you grab his swollen dick, hot and heavy in your hands and begin stroking him roughly. The slick from the lube, his precum and your saliva made it easier for your plan. There’s no way you’ll let him, he’ll never be able to make you admit it.

The smile disappears from his lips as his whole body shakes with a cry, not expecting your punishing pace on him. You want to look at him, to watch his smug face morph back into a pliant one.

But you can’t.

Jimin couldn't cum earlier while fucking another girl because all he can think about is you and now you’re doing what exactly he’s been imagining for months, years. You’re still not looking at him, your brows scrunching in focus on jerking him off. He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hands when your thumb starts flicking his mushroom tip, nudging his frenulum with your index finger before squeezing his shaft each time you do it.

You’re honestly amazed at how Jimin manages to hold off his climax this long but it shouldn’t surprise you when he has such incredible control of his body. It’s when your other hand reaches out to pull his necklace again to pull him towards you, that he finally gives in. It never crossed your mind that modifying this necklace by combining it with his gold link could serve as an advantage for you when playing with him.

Jimin’s hand leaves the table to muffle his mouth, eyes somewhat begging you to let him cum. You smile and he lets himself go through a series of incoherent cries, still covering his mouth like you ordered him to. And despite knowing how loud he can be, you quickly move to remove his hands to finally hear the delicious moans that he’s been obediently keeping.

He continues to rock his hips despite the overstimulation, trying to catch your eyes and when you do look up, he’s back to purposely biting his lips as he gapes at you with his dark brown eyes.

He’s grinning while still biting his lips as he shoots more of his cum into your hands, it’s spilling all over but most of it landed on your black sheer top, especially on the sleeves.

“Jimin what the fuck! you came so much..” your enamoured eyes are focusing on his slit that’s still releasing loads of his sticky cum around your fingers.

“yeah, been holding them back” for you, he wants to add but he just chuckles, breathlessly and all giddy while eyeing you. It could be high from his mind-blowing orgasm but it’s more with how he basically just covered you with his cum.

You look cute when you’re annoyed, grumbling because of the stains on your sheer puffy top. Some of them are on your black leather pants too, and this just adds to his amusement as he watches you walking around frantically, looking for something to clean you both up with before his photoshoot finally commences in about a minute or so.

Jimin’s not sorry of course, seeing his cum stains on you is stirring something carnal in him. It's his way of marking you because you're his now, well, kind of. He'll just make sure to properly mark you next time.

e/n: i initially wrote this around the time it came out and during his birthday but wasn’t planning on posting it until later cuz i do have other priority fics but i just have to since i wasn’t able to post him last year 😭

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n6ptunova · 5 months

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i loved your chris bf hcs! could you please do one for matt? thank you and i hope you’re having a good day :)

boyfriend headcanons • matt sturniolo

a/n: thank you so much ily!! hope you enjoy thiss🫶

warnings: none

- you can’t convince me that matt wouldn’t be the type of bf who accidentally ignores you in public/groups of friends. he doesn’t mean to but he’s so awkward and doesn’t like pda much so when he tries to avoid it he avoids you altogether. it used to hurt your feelings but after talking to him he reassured you that he’s just a dumbass.

- he makes up for being distant in public when you guys are alone tho. he lovesss having you in his arms hugging his slutty waist, while he strokes your hair and kisses your head/cheeks occasionally. he’s def the big spoon most of the time.

- his love language is physical touch and acts of service, so he’ll often want to drive you to run errands together (grocery shopping, ikea visits, etc.) it makes him feel like you’re a married couple which kind of sums up your relationship with him.

- he’s also the designated bug killer, bob the builder ass bf. you got new furniture that needs to be built? he’s doing it no question. you broke something and need it fixed? he’s on it. he almost babies you honestly and he loves it but when you take it too far and act too spoiled he’ll be like alright wrap it up.

- he’s kind of moody sometimes for no reason like you’ll be making jokes or annoying him for fun and he’s just “not having it” when in reality he can’t get enough of your attention, he’ll pretend to be annoyed and keep rolling his eyes but he can’t wipe the goofy ass smile off his face.

- BABY FEVER!! every time he seems a cute baby out in public or on tiktok he turns into the biggest softy, “babe look oh my goddd they’re so cute i want one.” *hears the baby laughing* “nvm i want ten.”

- perks of dating someone with a car (ns to chris and nick! full shade actually) is you get to go on a lot of late night cruises with the top down, blasting your fav music, him using his free hand to switch between holding yours and placing it on your thigh. plus you get some privacy to….be risky! if ykwim

- matt loves when you take an interest in something he loves eg. pokemon, certain artists he listens to, cabin life, etc. he gets so excited and giddy and he’ll want to tell you everything he knows about these things. and he does the same for you but he gets embarrassed and defensive if you point it out so you just silently appreciate it.

- ^ you once caught him reading one of your favorite books simply because he wanted to talk to you about it and seeing you get all excited and passionate while talking about it.

- he’s definitely a soft launch type of guy. always posting pics where you just barely show. the back of your head, or your nails in the corner of the pic, your shoes etc. i can’t imagine him fully posting up with his gf on instagram or tiktok but maybe if it’s been a few years he’d do it for anniversaries and it’ll be like aesthetic ass pinterest vibes photos.

- matt would always be taking candid photos/videos of you and saves them in an album that’s full of just you. 90% of his screen time is his camera roll just bc he’s always looking and admiring the pics he took of you, he’s obsessed fr.

- after a while i feel like matt would start to show his silly/goofy side a lot more with you. he would so be the type to chase you around trying to tickle you- he just loves hearing your laugh. it usually ends with him pinning you down with one hand and tickling you with the other until you’re almost out of breath then he’ll stop and kiss you to make up for it.

- he’ll be more talkative with you than with his brothers sometimes since you don’t interrupt. he’s always rambling about whatever’s on his mind and apologies after like pookie you’re good talk more!!

- he’s a bit indecisive in general like where to eat, date ideas and stuff but he tries because he knows you like when he’s ‘assertive’. idk how to explain this but he acts like the stereotypical “man provides” but in a non toxic/non misogynistic way.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fic #matt sturniolo headcanons #n6ptunova

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bitimdrake · 10 months

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everyone in the mutual circle is already having smart opinions about the “if you had to make one bat character never have existed at all” poll (that people largely voted on without having any thought at all) but to add my two cents:

if you get rid of Bruce none of the other characters ever exist either. No exceptions. I love dunking on Bruce more than anyone, but come on, let’s be serious here. (However if you would like to get rid of the entire batfamily bar none, good news!)

if you get rid of Dick, there will never be a Robin. None of the following batboys will ever exist in any form. Batman might still get a partner of some kind, but it may or may not be a kid sidekick, so assume you will also lose any parent/child dynamics too. idk who would pick this option.

if you get rid of Barbara, none of the other Batgirls will exist either, and also it’s a 50/50 tossup if there is ever a significant presence of female vigilantes in Batman comics. Too risky.

if you get rid of Tim, you don’t get to be all “omg third robin steph!’ because Steph will therefore only appear in one story arc ever (her first, trying to get her dad caught) and never appear again, doomed to be a minor note in history instead of a recurring and eventually main character. On the other hand, there is a chance that Lonnie Machin becomes the new Robin instead soooo

getting rid of Jason the character doesn’t honestly impact that much (we’ll get some other Robin replacement in the 80s), but getting rid of Jason Todd, Dead Specter Haunting Batman, Eternal Ghost Of The Batcave changes the vibe of an entire era and risks losing or significantly changing every subsequent character. Living Jason is minor; Dead Jason is a keystone.

for such an iconic, popular, constantly appearing character, Alfred...really has almost no impact on the universe

if you get rid of Cass, you honestly aren’t going to cause a lot of ripple effects either. The universe will be fine. However, you will have to spend the rest of your life knowing you got rid of Cass, you monster

#*#*dc #dc #dc meta #batfam #steph has some effect but not too huge #and i want to say duke and even damian don't effect *that* much but that would require me to think deeply about the reboot so nah #[this post brought to you by needing to fill time while i wait for a download]

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 3 months

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I’m sorry but can you write more stuff about Vox being a gaslighter? I’m actually obsessed with your analysis

Thaaanks I'm obsessed about them too~ 🩵❤️

So, Vox is like the ultimate gaslighter. Manipulation and brainwashing? That's his whole freaking business plan. I mean, come on, the Voxtek slogan is "Trust Us," and somehow, people actually do.

Oh, let's talk about Voxtek - he's the worst, most manipulative boss ever. He's always pulling stuff like withholding essential information for a task someone's supposed to do, then publicly blaming them for screwing up. And he's sneaky about it too, acting all concerned and disappointed instead of just yelling. It makes people feel useless and insecure, so they bust their butts trying to please him and win back their colleagues' respect, never daring to stand up for themselves. Plus, he's a pro at keeping relationships between higher-up managers tense and distrustful by spreading rumors and creating a competitive vibe. And don't get me started on how he's a total hypocrite - Voxtek, like every other company, preaches its values and missions to create this fake sense of safety and purpose, but then he goes and acts against them or lets someone else do so. It leaves people feeling confused and helpless because they can't play the game when the rules keep changing. Let me tell you, Satan might work hard, but Voxtek's HR department works even harder.

And manipulating people on a personal level? Way too easy for him. People who don't know him well enough think he's some kind of genius (bless their hearts), so they give him way too much credibility. It's crucial for him to be seen as competent because that's how he stays in control. That's why he loves to question the competence of his business partners (Not to be that guy, but those numbers don't look great. Are you sure you can handle this? I don't want to waste my money.) or Valentino (Babe, I've got this. We both know you're not great with financial planning.). Thought hardly ever works on Velvette because she's got zero bullshit tolerance.

Now, when it comes to Valentino, Vox has zero remorse about gaslighting him. To him, gaslighting isn't even violence; it's just a way of handling things, all neat and effective. Why bother yelling and arguing when he can just manipulate Val into agreeing with him? It's like what we saw in episode 2. And even when Val has every right to be angry because Vox acted like a jerk, Vox tends to devaluate his emotions (I don't have time to deal with another temper tantrum, Val; You're always so pissy, why can't you just chill?) or tries to make him doubt his own reality (Maybe you'd remember it better if you weren't high all the time.). He hates arguing with Val, but also is unable to admit that he's wrong, so in his mind, undermining Val's ability to call him out on his bad behavior is a way of keeping their relationship healthy. But it's risky because sometimes Val sees through his manipulations, especially when they're about his feelings, and then things get even messier.

I like to think they trust each other when it comes to serious stuff, like protecting each other from outside dangers, but at the same time, it's like Mr. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss is married to Mr. Manipulate Mansplain Manwhore - you never know if he's being genuinely nice or if he's trying to get you to do something.

#hazbin hotel #vox #voxval #valentino #hazbin vox #valentino hazbin hotel #staticmoth #headcanon #ask #you know i actually work in HR and sometimes i actively think about voxtek as an organization which is weird

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pedgito · 2 years

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I NEED to see brat tamer!Eddie and bratty!Reader. Like every little thing reader is a brat about. “can you do that for me?” “I don’t know, can I?” Vibes yk? Also I love the idea of Reader getting needy and bratty and she starts tugging on his belt loops to get his attention while he’s working on hellfire stuff. Okay thank you, love you🫶

author's note: uh...yeah i have no words. sorry for this.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), bratty!reader, dom!eddie (sorta), degrading language, rough foreplay/sex (slapping, hair pulling, ect), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lots of manhandling, dom/sub dynamic (sorta), reader loves teasing eddie at any and every opportunity, this is just completely self indulgent dirty smut

word count: 3k

It started at the Hellfire meeting that night, just as you two slipped through the door and waited for others to file in a few minutes later. His searches for the light in the dark of the room, mumbling over his shoulder toward you.

“Can you grab my stuff?” He asks monotone, turning his head to glance at your before successfully finding the switch and flipping it on.

And normally, you’d do it without question. But, Eddie had been insufferable for the better half of the day and most of the morning—finding every way to tease you throughout the day. Small touches, snide remarks, all the stuff he knew got under your skin the quickest and then it all went dead, focusing on the big event for the night—too you, just another D&D session.

So you turn it up, dropping your things on the table as you spoke, “I don’t know, can I?”

Eddie scoffs softly, rounding on his heels to turn in your direction. “Excuse you?”

“You heard me.” You reply sharply, standing straighter as Eddie walked your way, “Can I?” You repeat yourself, dragging the words out.

“Are you already starting this?” Eddie asks, eyes narrowing slightly as his eyebrows crease in frustration.

“Oh—so it’s fine when you mess with me all day, but the moment I flip it back on you, it’s a problem?”

And maybe it was a little bold, but you’ve never been one to hold back when it came to defy Eddie—you never backed down from an argument, even when you knew you were fated to lose.

Eddie crowds you in, hand drifting along the column of your neck until his thumb can press against the underside of your jaw, titling your face up to meet his.

“Not here,” He says lowly, “—you want to act like that? Save that shit for later.”

Later—out of the watchful eyes of others, in private, somewhere Eddie could deal with it the way he wanted to.

You grimace slightly, wiggling away from his grip, but it only tightens further, his jaw clenching at your moment,

“Got it?” He asks, expecting only one answer.

You’re nice enough to play along for the moment, giving him a subtle nod. Unfortunately, it was only the beginning.

Eddie’s sat near the end of his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows digging into the rips of his jeans, leaving small indentations in the skin—and Eddie’s so lost in his own scribbling and jotting down of notes that he doesn’t even notice the faint tugging at first. He thinks that maybe your foot skimmed him on accident, turning over in bed as you napped. He’d watched you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire and he was kind enough to carry you inside—because despite the risky and powerful dynamic between you two, he still loved you as he would any partner and it was a small way to show his affliction toward you and just how much he cared, but the adoration you had for it was short lived, remembering how sweltering his words had been earlier in the evening.

The days weren’t always like this either—you could go days, weeks even, another normal and healthy relationship, but there was always that deep, dark underbelly that lingered when things got too tense or one of you went to far.

You crawled forward slowly, eyes still hazy from sleep as you curled around him, fingers looping into the loops of his jeans, belt forgotten and the button of his jeans spread open. It gave you less resistance, tugging and tugging until he sighed with a long, heavy breath.

“Stop.” He complained, though it was lightheartedly and didn’t seem at all threatening, the dull pencil flipping between his fingers absently.

You make a small noise, a groan of disapproval as you tightened your fingers and tugged harder, nearly forcing him backwards, papers slipping from his hands as he tumbled back against you, palm barely able to catch himself.

“God—do you ever listen?” He asks, turning over his shoulder to flare up at you, your mouth turned up in a salacious grin.

You shook your head slowly, a slow hand creeping under the collar of his shirt and beyond the chain of his necklace, blunt fingers dragging against the pale, alabaster skin of his chest and through the stubbly patch of hair there. Eddie tenses, using his free hand to grab your arm, yanking it out his shirt.

“Hey,” You pout, tossing your hand to the side as Eddie’s face morphs into annoyance, shoving himself back up and away from you, “I’m bored.” You tell him, voice soft and pleading.

“And you were asleep five minutes ago,” Eddie counters, “you know I need to get this campaign finished and you always think this is the most convenient time to ask for sex.”

You laugh softly, watching as he departed the bed and stood on his feet, unbuttoned pants leaving little to imagine as the hard line of his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. “Is it working?” You inquired teasingly.

“No.” Eddie doubles down, how shameful of him.

Your eyes flick down to his dick pointedly, smirk growing on your face. “Oh, so we’re lying now?”

“What’s with the fucking attitude all day?” Eddie avoids your line of questioning, bartering his own.

You shrug, walking on your knees toward the edge of the bed, leaning back on your heels as you looked up at him, his face devoid of any emotion, eyes eerily hollow.

“It’s been a while,” You tell him somberly, despite the teasing hand on his cock, palm rubbing against the front of his jeans. He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t react positively either, “and you’ve been mean all day, Eddie.”

“Like you haven’t?” It’s redundant, but you respond anyways.

“Only because you started it.”

“That’s a weak fucking argument.” Eddie chuckles lowly, raking a hand through the crown of your hair, shoving the lose strands away from your face—you were expecting a gentle touch, but that’s quickly diminished when the hand winds in your hair, pulling snug until you can’t help but react, you whine softly.

“Eddie,” You respond, “that hurts.”

“Then tell me to let go.” He answers.

You shake your head stubbornly, letting his other hand pull you up from under your arm until your forced to stand before him, eyes never lingering away from his own.

“Get in the bathroom,” Eddie urges, shoving you toward the door with little force, knowing you’d go easily, “now.”

Well, maybe you were biting off a little more than you could handle, but everything with Eddie was exhilarating, never a dull moment in between—his face was still plain, not a hint of smile or any sign of anger.

“You’re so easy,” You remark sweetly, calling over your shoulder, "can’t even admit how badly you want it.”

You leave without a word from him, slipping down the quiet and dark hallway, trailer empty aside from the both of you—the bathroom door is already wide open, a tiny cramped room with not nearly enough space. There was only a few seconds of limbo before Eddie was right there, startling you at his ability to remain completely silence as he clicked the door shut behind you. You can only assume why he ordered you in here, face scrunching up in amusement.

“Huh, no—“ You laugh, “you have a perfectly sized bed—fuck, even a couch. We are not—“

“Turn around,” He interrupts, shifting his loose pants further down his waist, tucked under the expanse of his ass—and when you don’t move, he shifts your body for you, “—are you gonna fucking listen or not?”

“Why should I?”

Eddie knew you'd keep this game up as long as you had the energy and power over him—and he could admit it, you were very well capable of doing it, now being a perfect example.

The only solution was fucking it out of you, leaving you as speechless as possible. That's one thing Eddie was capable of.

“You want to act like brat, I’ll treat you like one.” He remarks snidely, pulling at the thin material of your shorts until they drop to your ankles, helping you out of them wordlessly. “Keep talking—it’ll only make it worse.”

Eddie drops to his knees in an instant, lifting you up on your tiptoes as you leaned over the edge of the sink, hands grilling the porcelain tight. His mouth is hot and wet as his tongue licks a broad strip up your cunt, the vulgarity of it sending a jolt of surprise through your body, gasping at the suddenness of it.

Your mouth hung open slightly, sounds dying in your throat as you tried to focus, refusing to give Eddie the upper-hand that he wanted—he’s got you spread wide, his face stuffed up against your cunt as he licks into you, the angle frustratingly pleasurable as his tongue glides over your clit in quick fleeting movements, your hand shooting back to sink into his curls, pulling harshly as you bury him deeper and deeper into the ache that was growing between your legs.

But, Eddie isn’t having it. He grabs the idle hand on the sink and the one buried in his hair and holds them tight, stopping momentarily to dig into the back pocket of his jeans—you know it’s coming and you can’t be bothered to stop it.

“You don’t get to have things your way,” He warns, finding the handkerchief stuffed in his pocket and wrapping it around your wrist, tying it loosely—part of him was hoping you’d play along, not wanting to leave any visible marks. He wanted you to give that power over to him willingly, “not tonight, sweetheart.”

You nod slowly, feigning innocence for the moment.

Eddie stands then, body dragging against yours as he speaks, “You think you can take me like this?” Eddie asks, “I don’t really think you deserve my fingers.”

“So I don’t get your fingers, but I get your dick?” You counter, earning a subtle smirk in return. “That doesn’t seem like a fair trade.”

Eddie snakes an arm around your front, forcing your chin up to look at him in the small mirror, squeezing at your cheeks until your mouth was forced open, “It’s a yes or no question—I don’t need your smartass remark.”

You laugh daringly, “Sorry—can you repeat yourself?”

Eddie doesn’t appreciate that, hand slipping down to your neck to pull back with force, body held tight against his. You couldn’t see in the mirror anymore, only his face as he glared down at you.

“Yes or no?” Eddie asks again, slower and much more menacingly. You breathe harshly against his grip, realizing he wasn’t going to let go until you answered.

“Yes,” You say weakly, “I can take it.”

“Good,” He replies softly, the grip on your neck loosening until you fall forward, his hand stabilized on your shoulder to help keep you upright, “don’t think I can wait much longer anyways.”

And despite Eddie’s vicious approach, he enters you slow, watching your face for any signs of pain—the stretch was welcomed and normal, a breath of relief when he was finally settled into you fully, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Shit,” He curses, “—messing with me all day just to have me fuck you like this?”

He doesn’t need you to answer, doesn’t want it, speaking his thoughts out into the charged air between you.

“Always have so much to say until my cock is inside you,” He can see the twitch in your expression, begging to respond, and he laughs, fingers dragging up along your face as his thumb drags along your bottom lip teasingly, “—you think it’s cute to berate me?”

It’s a double-edged sword, so you don’t respond in any way. But, Eddie doesn’t like that either. He’s squeezing at your face again, hips thrusting slowly in comparison to his rough grip. “So does that mean I get to do the same to you? Treat you like a whore?”

You moan softly at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, but the word is like a trigger, face turning up in amusement as you laugh.

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” Eddie asks with a condescending tone, earning an eager nod from you. “God, you’re so fucking predictable.”

You shrug slightly, shocked by how quickly he releases your face, dropping suddenly until his hand wraps into your hair, pulling your face back up to stare at him through the reflection and it feels like you’re being transported—looking at a different version of yourself.

He’s barely even done anything and you already look wrecked, embarrassingly so. He leans in closer, breath ghosting over your ear as his eyes make contact with you through the mirror, “And you’re gonna watch while I fuck you. I want you to see how desperate you look.” He says lowly, hips snapping sharply, “Every,” another rough thrust, “fucking,” a harsh tug at your hair, “time.”

You moan out loudly, feeling Eddie bury himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, eyes squeezing closed on instinct, only shooting back open when there’s a sharp slap across your face—it’s quick and doesn’t really sting, but it’s gets your attention. “What did I say?”

“To—to look,” You stammer, an endless soundboard of noises as Eddie didn’t relent, free hand gripping your hip tightly, bringing your ass back against him with every thrust, the loud sound of skin against skin drowning out any other noise in the trailer, “—while you fuck me.”

Eddie nods slowly, eyes dragging down to his dick, the sight nearly enough to make him come then, groaning at how perfectly you gripped him, soft velvet walls like heaven to sink into, again and again.

“And to remember who makes you feel this good,” He reminds, the hand gripping your hip sliding up the front of torso and under your shirt, squeezing gently at your bare tits, the outline of his hands and rings visible through the thin material—the rings were always cold compared to his warm hands and it was never something you got used, gasping at the way they bit at your skin, “say it, baby.”

Your eyes roll back slightly from the sheer pleasure consuming your body, his hips an overwhelming and unfaltering pace as he sunk into you with fervor. You try to say it, but it dies on your tongue, eyes falling shut again as you strained against the hold he had in your hair, begging for relief. Eddie notices, breaking the act for a brief moment to switch his hold, hand caressing your face in a loose grip, just enough to hold you upright to see in the mirror, his gaze still as permeable as ever.

“Say it,” He reminds, rubbing at heat growing in your cheeks, “fuck—say my name.”

“Eddie,” You gasp softly, “it’s you, Eddie.”

Eddie nods proudly, his pace faltering slightly, facade slipping as his jaw clenched tight, breathing sharply through his nose as he tried to hold out.

“Please,” You beg, “please—“

You’re not entirely sure for what.

“Oh—can’t find the words now, huh?” Eddie teases, the hand that’s stuffed under your shirt guiding down until his fingers can drag over the sensitive bundle of nerves, an instant relief when he finally touches you, you sigh sharply, eyes squeezing shut in concentration. “No, eyes open—“ Eddie urges, tapping at your face with his finger lightly, stopping his movements until you did just that.

“Use your manners, baby.” Eddie reminds, “Ask for it.”

“Can I—can I come?” You ask softly, “Eddie, please—“

Eddie laughs quietly, “Apologize.”

If it weren’t for how desperately you wanted to come, you would’ve ripped him a new one and told him off, but you needed this.

“Fuck—I’m sorry.” You force out.

“For?”

Eddie snaps his hips roughly, on the edge of his own undoing, barely able to keep himself together too.

“Being mean,” You gasp out, “and teasing you.”

“And being a complete fucking brat?”

You nod weakly, his fingers gliding over your sensitive clit with an intensity that brings you tipping over the edge quickly, fingers gripping into the trip of Eddie’s shirt from where your hands are still bound behind you, nearly ripping the material at the seam. Eddie pulls out quickly, urging you to turn around. His eyes are pleading, a stark difference from his earlier demeanor as he tugs at his dick swiftly, mumbling a quick, “Can I?”

And you can only assume he’s asking for one thing, quickly undoing the binding as you sank to your knees, hands gripping his thigh for leverage as he gripped your face with his free hand, your tongue slipping out carefully as he rested the achingly red and leaking tip over it, giving you a feeble groan of warning before he’s coming with a visceral, “Fuckfuck—“ and letting the milky white of his orgasm drip out of your mouth slightly, urging it closed with a tap at your chin, watching you swallow without question.

Eddie falls against the wall in exhaustion, watching you do the same as you leaned against the sink, still naked from the waist down. You laughed into the silence, a small giggle that bubbles from your chest.

“Too much?” Eddie asks, bracing for your retort.

You shake your head honestly, “Not enough, in my opinion.”

“God, you’re a masochist—I swear.” Eddie replies with a smile, grabbing at the hand that lingered around his thigh, pulling you against him with practiced ease.

“You just fuck really good when you’re upset,” You admit, open mouth gliding against his, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, “like, really good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie laughs.

You nod confidently, “I’m pissing you off everyday if it results in that—well, maybe without the bathroom next time.”

“I didn’t want to mess up the organization I had going with the campaign stuff.” Eddie defends weakly.

You snort in disbelief, “Organization? You know what—no, I’m not even gonna touch that one.”

You tug at his pants until get he gets the message pulling them over his hips before you’re ushering him out of the bathroom without a word, closing the door behind him.

Eddie stares on in disbelief at the closed door, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Unfortunately for Eddie, he’d never know.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 19 days

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omg hihihi!!! im obsessed with the fic you wrote for niki and james and i was wondering if you could write one for ayrton senna? maybe with the reader being his teammate and its their first season and just him falling in love with her? idk tbh. its criminal that theres so little fics of him im obsessed with him currently xx

old money — AS27 x reader

cw: car crash

note: fr there are no fics about him and he’s one of the most handsome men i’ve ever seen. also i love old f1 vibes

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When you first met him, you immediately noticed how oddly he was looking at you. You couldn’t get whatever he was thinking, so you just assumed he didn’t like you. For a time. Then one day something changed.

You crashed in Imola. You got out of the car without even a scratch, but the faces of the people when you returned to the paddock with the ambulance made you guess it mustn’t have looked good from the screens.

And there he was. Despite the very few words you exchanged since you knew each other, rushing towards you, none other than the best driver on the grid, your rival and teammate Ayrton Senna.

Brown eyes filled with worry and hair still soaked in sweat, he called your name and took your arms in his hands. “Tell me you’re okay.”

“I– I think I’m okay. I just got scared.” You didn’t know why you were telling your feelings to him, you just didn’t think much about it.

“Me too.” For a moment you thought he was gonna pull you in a hug, but he didn’t. He just softly put a hand on you cheek and then let go of you. “Glad to know you’re well, pequena.”

You found Ayrton standing in front of his Porsche Cabriolet at the end of the day. It was getting dark, few people were still in the paddock to celebrate his victory.

You hurried to reach him before he left. “Ayrton.” He turned around, but you know he was already looking at you from afar. He clearly had a shower because he smelled fresh and the red overalls had given way to a white elegant shirt. “I wanted to congratulate. Also, thank you for worrying about me earlier, you kind of reassured me.”

“No need to thank me.” He made a pause. You wondered if it was time for you to go. “You know, I was going to dinner with a friend but he won’t be able to come. Would you like to join? I have a reservation for two.”

You stared at him, surprised by the invitation, then looked down at your own jeans and blouse outfit. “I don’t know if I’m suited for the situation.”

“You are.” He opened the front seat door for you. “Let’s go.”

The restaurant was a villa in the Emilian countryside. You had never seen such a beautiful place in your entire life.

The dinner went very well. You ate pasta on a table in the garden. There were warm lights that made the location very cozy. Ayrton was so sweet, very different from the fierce man everybody saw on track. You talked about the race, but not only. You learned more about his personal life and viceversa. He asked if you were seeing someone, you shook your head. “And you?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

You thought of the gorgeous girls he was often photographed with. You didn’t believe yourself to be that pretty.

“I’m sorry if I’m not very talkative between one race and the other, I’m just trying to stay professional.” His freckles were as glaring as ever in that light. After his words, you realized you may have misinterpreted his detachment. “But when you crashed today… I don’t know, it seemed dangerous from my point of view. The thought of not seeing you next to me anymore scared me a lot.”

Spelling those words, Ayrton was playing with the glass of water in his hand, his eyes shyly looking downwards. “So I wondered if you’d like to hang out. Outside of work, I mean.”

In his own words, that was a declaration.

“I–“ That was what you wanted since you saw him introducing himself in that conference room, however you knew how risky the situation you were putting yourself into was. But right there, looking up at you with those eyes full of hope, surrounded by that magical place, he was so handsome. “I’d love to.”

#ayrton senna #ayrton senna x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #formula 1 #f1

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET pt. 4

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! kinda hate kinda love kinda deep not proofread lol

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: SMUTTT nsfw, swearing, i think that’s it lol

master list with other parts here !!

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"Would you like it to be a one-time thing?"

"No."

That was all Matt needed to hear before he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I stumbled back slightly as he walked with me, pushing me up to sit on a desk. The kiss was intense, filled with desire

and urgency. He proved to be a skilled kisser, and I couldn't help but respond in kind. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer as his lips trailed down my neck with a sense of need. The intensity of the moment heightened, and I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach as his hands pulled me impossibly closer to him.

I threw my head back in bliss, hands propped up behind me to keep me steady. The rush of emotions and sensations overwhelmed me as our connection deepened in that stolen moment.

Our moment is interrupted by the sound of another school bell. Matt sighs, frustration evident as he drops his head against my shoulder. He then stands upright, heading to his desk. "I've got another class in 5 minutes," he says, taking a seat. I rise from my desk, approaching him. I adjust his collar and run my fingers through his hair. "What, we can't have a quickie in 5?" I smile, giggling. "Too risky," he mumbles, placing his hands on my waist.

My hands move down from his hair to his jaw. "Can I come over for a study session tonight?" I ask quietly. He nods with a small "mhm" before I lean down, pecking his lips. I pull away before leaving the room, smiling at him as I walk out the door, which he reciprocates. As I walk out of the building, I can't stop smiling to myself. I feel like a cheesy teenage girl, but I can't help it.

When I'm with Matt, I sense a truer version of myself. In solitude, there's a constant feeling of emptiness and boredom, but Matt brings back the excitement. I realize how absurd it may seem; he's my teacher, and we've only known each other for a short time, but I can't deny it – he genuinely brings joy into my life.

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I find myself standing outside Matt's door once more, unable to suppress the silly grin on my face. The thought of seeing him sends a jolt of excitement through me. I give a gentle knock, and he promptly opens the door, leaning against it with his inked biceps flexing, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. “Come in”.

As we settle into the evening, our conversation flows effortlessly between the pages of textbooks and the contours of our lives. There's an undeniable connection, an intellectual intimacy that transcends the confines of a typical student-teacher relationship. I find myself drawn not only to the subject matter but also to the person guiding me through it.

The more we talk, the more apparent it becomes that our connection goes beyond the academic realm. We share personal anecdotes, dreams, and fears, blurring the lines between mentorship and friendship. The air is charged with unspoken tension, an acknowledgment of the growing bond between us.

"Do you understand that the Marxist and New Right perspectives align on this point?" he queries, peering down at me as we return to our tasks. "Mhm," I respond quietly, meeting his gaze with a glance into his blue eyes. He returns the look, his gaze shooting daggers. His hand gently moves my hair from my face, and then he plants a swift kiss on my forehead. "So pretty," he murmurs against my skin, a smile playing on my lips.

I push him back against his chair and straddle him, our legs entwined. He reaches up to grab my hips, his face expressionless. I lean in to kiss his neck, my hands moving down his body. As we continue to kiss, I feel him growing harder against me, his hips pushing back into mine as his hands guide my hips in rhythm. He leans back in his chair, his hands moving up to hold me tighter. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers, biting my lower lip before deepening the kiss once more. Lifting me up into his arms, he carries me towards his bedroom, our bodies pressed together through our clothes.

Matt throws me down on the bed and pushes me onto my back. "Take off your clothes for me, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. I hold eye contact as I peel off my shirt and kick off my jeans, feeling his eyes on me. He bites his lip, groaning as he watches me slowly strip for him. Stepping out of his pants, he climbs onto the bed with me, his hard length pressing against my stomach again. "You're so fucking sexy," he says, his face a mix of awe and desire.

He kisses me before moving down my body, past my sternum, down my belly, and reaching my panties. He kisses my clit through my panties, causing me to arch my back and moan his name, with his eyes fixed on mine the entire time. He sits up and removes his shirt, discarding it before returning his attention to me. He pulls my panties aside, his cold fingers brushing against my skin and sending chills down my body. He supports himself with one arm next to my head whilst his chain dangles over my face, focusing on rubbing his tip up and down my folds with the other, slapping it against my clit, and eliciting a whine from me.

He pushes in slowly, a heavenly groan escaping his lips, which I could have cum from the sound alone. He kisses my neck again as he begins to move in and out of me, the sound of skin slapping and our moans filling the room. His hand moves to my belly, feeling himself thrust in and out. I reach my hand to his bicep as his trails up, grasping my throat and applying pressure. "Fuck, Y/N, feel so good around me," He mumbles. I gasp as he suddenly grabs my ankle, propping my leg over his shoulder, and hitting a deeper angle.

"Fuck Matt," I whine, screwing my eyes shut. "Look at me," he orders, his thumb now moving to my clit and moving in tight circles. I open my eyes and see him looking down at me, a smirk on his lips. I feel the knot in my stomach growing tighter, "Fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum, please," I beg. "Cum for me, angel," he coos, as I release around him, a strings of curses and his name leaving my lips. His thrusts slow down as he releases inside me, groaning. He mumbles, "Fuck," dropping his head for a second. He pulls out and roll over, lying down next to me.

"Wow," I sigh, attempting to catch my breath. "Wow," he mimics me, prompting a laugh to escape me. I turn my head to look at him, scooting closer, and rest my head on his chest, my leg draped over his body. His hand underneath me rises to rub his thumb up and down my shoulder soothingly.

"We should go out sometime, you know, like a date?" I chime, looking up at him. His eyes flicker to me before returning to a fixed stare ahead. He licks his lips before speaking up, "I don’t think that’s a good idea." I sit up slightly, my brows knitted together. "Why not? Is there something wrong with me?"I half kid. He just looks straight ahead and shrugs. I scoff, getting up, and reach for my jeans, putting them back on. "I can’t believe you, Matt."

His head whips to look at me. "We're not a couple, Y/N. You're my student; we can't be going out on dates," he replies. "Oh? So it's fine to fuck your 'students,' but God forbid you grab some food together. Sorry if I got the wrong message," I bitterly retort, grabbing my shirt. "You're so immature. Do you realize I could lose my job? I could get in serious trouble, even charged for this, Y/N," he says, now sitting up. I roll my eyes and slip my shoes on. "Go fuck yourself," I mumble before storming out of the room and walking towards his front door.

As I reach his front door, I freeze for a second. I turn around; no one. I don't know why I was expecting him to chase after me. Was I really just a quick fling? I should have seen it from what happened at the club. I'm so sick of feeling like this, like I'm not good enough. Was there something wrong with me? Was he embarrassed? Of course, he was, Y/N, shit. I turn back to the door, blinking as tears roll down my cheek. I open it, step out, and slam the door behind me. Fuck this.

Matt pov 😮

I hear my front door slam, and I groan. I feel terrible. I had to make her hate me; she can't get attached. I don't want her to deal with the repercussions of all this if we get caught, which will probably happen sooner or later. I don't want to hurt her—hypocritical, I know, but I'm doing what's best for her. I'm protecting her. She could lose everything, the chance of a real future, and I don't want that. She's smart. She deserves so much better than that and so much better than me. In my eyes, she was so beautiful, too perfect for me.

As I sit there, feeling guilty and helpless, I can't help but think about the future and the consequences of our actions. I know that we need to be careful, but I also know that we can't keep running forever. Eventually, we will get caught, and the truth will come out. I just hope that when that happens, we will be prepared for the consequences and that we will still be together, despite the challenges we face.

I can't help but wonder if there is a way to avoid this, if there is a solution that will allow us to be together without facing the repercussions of our actions. I know that it's a risky thought, but I can't help but entertain the possibility of a future where we might find a way to evade capture and live happily ever after. For now, though, I will continue to protect her, to keep her safe, and to hope that we can find a way to overcome the obstacles that stand in our way.

Get yourself together, Matt. I grab my phone and sit on our chat for a moment. I can't text her; I can't encourage this. It was evil. I groan, throwing my head back. Fuck.

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I've just finished marking all my essays, just in time for my next class, y/n's class. Of course, she got an A; she was so smart. I hated myself for it, but I knew I had to lower her grade just so I could tutor her more - it was so fucking selfish, but I can't help myself. Giving her a B- felt so shitty, but I needed to.

Eventually, my class arrives, and it's time to start this lesson. But y/n isn't in. Of course, she fucking isn't in, Matt. You fucked her, then made her feel like shit after.

I get up and make my way over to all my students, just checking up on them, then making my way to Madi. I knew they were close. I lean down, lowering my voice as I speak to Madi, who looks up at me. "Do you know where y/n is today?" I ask, trying to keep my cool. She just shrugs, "I haven't heard anything from her." Fuck. I mouth a small thank you before returning to my desk. I pull out my phone and send a quick text message.

To y/n

Can we talk, please?

I'm sorry.

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cheriladycl01 · 11 days

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

Credit to macrazylive for the GIF

'Where is Y/N Y/L/N' was the talk of the paddock on the coastline of Miami after you missed media day on Thursday. Zhou was there alone trying his best to make funny content but clearly the lack of you there was affecting him.

The presenters for Sky Sports also could tell there was a lack of you in the paddock. Obviously it was still loud thanks to Lando and those kinds of energies.

But where it was media day people didn't think too much of it, maybe you slept in and was too embarrassed to rock up late, or maybe you missed your Wednesday flight ... or maybe you'd been asked by your PR team not to show up because of everything with you and Lewis in the media right now.

There was a lot of noise around Lewis and you. A lot of it wasn't kind either, the worst being that people assumed you slept your way into your seat as the only woman in F1. This started a spiral of hate towards you, people had somehow doxed you and death threats had been sent to your home and you couldn't even log into your socials because it was so bad.

When you didn't arrive for the first free practice that's when more attention was brought to your absence.

"Have you guys seen Y/N?" Carlos asks the little group he was stood with, concerned he hadn't seen you.

"No, she wasn't here yesterday for media day and she didn't come out in FP1, her side of the garage was actually so slow and empty. Their main focus was on getting Zhou out!" Lando admitted having seen with his own eyes what your absence had done to the team.

"As a rookie it's risky missing free practice, maybe they'll announce a replacement for her tonight?" Charles offers sipping on his drink that he'd taken with him from their hospitality.

"I can't believe it, I wonder what's going on!" Daniel nods, wondering why the paddock princess wasn't here.

Things got stranger when you also didn't turn up for FP2 on the same day.

You also weren't there the next morning and everyone was thinking Alpha Romeo were going to have their first DNS of the season where you still weren't around.

It was around 20 minutes until qualifying was supposed to start when someone noticed your paddock pass had been scanned in. They sent someone from the FIA to search and see if it was a mistake or if you had in fact come in.

By the time someone reached the garage to ask you were already in your car waiting to come out for qualifying. You were nervous as hell, you'd missed out on all the free practices and never driven the Miami circuit.

You drove out and ended Q3 in P14, one away from the cut off and it was on a lap where you'd only just managed to get passed the flag in time to get that vital last lap in. Zhou despite having been around the whole weekend and participating in all the free practice sessions didn't have as great a run as you coming P17 and being eliminated for Q2.

Come Q2 and the commentators were in shock with how quickly you were coming to grips with the track. You were only a few tenths of a second off Lando's time coming in P6, a drastic change from your previous result.

You stayed sat in the car in Q3, everyone in the garage knew you didn't really want to talk right now. So it was only you engineer talking to you every now and then telling you stats and times.

Q3 again was pretty good and you were managing to start P5. And considering the week you've had you felt really good about that result.

The rest of the weekend just had awkward vibes, you could tell in your post race interviews how much you didn't want to be there.

"Y/N, it's great to see you back around here and what a great result for you despite being absent for all your free practice sessions!" the interviewer says and you just nod, it wasn't a question. It was a statement so you didn't have to answer.

"How do you feel about that result?" they ask.

"Yeah, good. I think I got as much as I could out the car as I could!" you reply and the interviewer sighs knowing this would be a hard interviewer seeing as this was the first time they were experiencing icy and cold Y/N.

You ended up the interviews quickly, your PR apologizing to the last few saying you wouldn't be doing any more of them.

You went back to the hotel exhausted, just wanting to sleep and get this weekend over.

Twitter was going crazy over how you had been acting in your interviews, your fans specifically were really concerned and of course because it was brought up online all the other drivers saw their reactions and had to go look for themselves.

The ones who hadn't really interacted with you just put it down to an off day, which did happen with drivers particularly rookies who were being too hard on themselves which wasn't uncommon in the newbies.

But for those who did know you and had made the effort to welcome you to the sport, like Zhou, like Carlos, like Lewis, like Charles and Lando and George and Alex ...

They all could tell something was seriously wrong, but it seemed impossible for anyone to get hold of you.

Even the next day on race day, you showed up in the paddock for the national anthem of America, and were ushered straight to your car by your PR team, all the other drivers sharing a look of confusion.

You looked so exhausted and worn out, but they didn't know why.

The race wasnt good, as well as being tired from a severe lack of sleep, there was also your mental state affecting your drive. So you went from P5 down to P7, still in the points but it just didn't really feel ... good enough and you went back to the hotel disappointed.

Your PR team had refused you do any media after the shit show you caused with your bluntness yesterday and thoughts it's best to send you on your way to Switzerland to sort everything out that had been happening and get ready for Spain.

"Charles, she wont answer me..." Carlos had complained to Charles worried about the young driver.

"I don't know Carlos, we're all routing for her and hoping she's okay but maybe she just needs some time alone because of all the pressure. She the first in years to be here, as a woman you know... i cant imagine the pressure she's been feeling" Charles explains with a sigh.

"Mmmmm Toto have you heard anything about Y/N... she's well I don't think she's okay!" Lewis asked his boss in the Mercedes garage.

"Mmmm nothing, but i'll reach into my contacts. I knew her since she was 13 because she was the frist female Mercedes Development Driver/ Young Driver we sponsored. It's a shame really she isn't driving for one of our teams" Toto sighs, knowing Lewis wanted answers starting to tap away on his phone.

You knew these people cared about you, but right now... what you were dealing with and experiencing, you didn't want to drag any of them into.

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dmercer91 · 6 months

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could you do nsfw hcs for trevor zegras

nsfw headcanons, tz11

he’s soooo 🥴 like who needs to look like that???

trevor is just a brat.

essentially choosing the vibes of the night every night cause he’s got daydreams of him fucking you a trust they’ll be made real

fucking your throat always

loving on you in a way that makes it known he’s prepping you to be used however he pleases for a better part of the night

chuckling at your requests to slow down or your incoherent babbles

chuckling at literally any of your attempts to assert any kind of power

unless of course he’s politely requesting to do unspeakable (new) things to you- in which case he’s suddenly leaving sweet kisses all over your jaw and tummy

if he’s giving you head and you start to close your legs he just pries them open and mumbles incoherently to make you even worse off

blatant jealousy issues that directly translate to marking you up

blatant jealousy issues that directly translate to having you mark him up. cause he wants everyone to see that he takes good care of you, he’s real proud of his scratch marks

big fan of making you watch him in a mirror while you’re perched up in his lap.

he sends some risky texts/pictures (videos too) while he’s on roadies and if he’s ever graced with some in return he sends voice memos telling you how pretty you are and just overall praising your entire existence

he buys you toys just so he gets to watch you squirm from them

10/10 passtime for him is holding a wand to your clit and watching you writhe. he’s got hooded eyes and parted lips- truly he’s so enamoured with your pleasure

“oh, baby. does that feel good?” while he’s literally about to cream his boxers listening to you whimper his name

you let him train your throat and he thinks it’s the hottest thing on the face of the planet when it pays off

the first time he slid all the way in with no resistance he immediately had to back out and give himself a second

“fuck. you’re molded to fit me, aren’t you? you were carved straight from heaven just for me to have. mine”

he’s just obsessed with you

he’ll never get enough

that shitpost that was like ‘i can’t fix him. i can fuck him though, that’ll calm him down’ that’s trevor

he likes to make you try and ride him after you’ve already come far too many times and when you’re doing an overall questionable job he cooes and teases that you’re too fucked out to be good for him

then he starts meeting the rolls of your hips and you jolt and stop completely so you can grip onto him

he puts on a strong facade to mask how good you make him feel and it’s rare that he slips unless you’re sucking him off

he likes missionary with your legs hooked over his shoulders cause he likes to look down at you when you scream for him.

he usually props a pillow under your back and you always try to rid of it or squirm away to avoid overstimulation and he gets a good chuckle from it

the very first time you guys went all night and every time since he’ll give you ‘intermission’ which to him was just incessant teasing while he desensitized

blowing on your clit to watch you jump from the cool air

nipping at the skin of your thighs

coaxing you into his arms so he can tie your wrists to the headboard and get you ready for more

rewarding you with kisses before telling you he’s getting you a surprise and coming back with an eye cover

him genuinely asking if you trust him and his heart and cock twitching when you say yes and mean it

promising him you’ll tell him when enough’s enough and you need a break or to stop

him promising you he’ll learn you like you’re his major for the rest of his life so he can make you feel like absolute heaven and him doing good at keeping that promise

soft moments or lighthearted jokes when you’re overwhelmed before he asks if you want to clean up or keep going

him always giving the sweetest aftercare even if he was soft that night cause he knows that regardless he draws it out

no seriously quickies are like his personal hell he would rather just be late

cleaning you up with a cool cloth or running you a bath and giving you a scalp massage

drying you off and putting you in loose clothes so you don’t feel constricted

putting a little of his cologne on the neck of his shirt you’re wearing to comfort you

cuddling you up on the couch and putting on a movie while he changes the sheets, puts everything away, sets up some water and ibuprofen for the morning in case, and orders your comfort foods

swaddling you up in his arms while you eat and after you eat and peppering you with so so many kisses

you playing with his hair while you doze off and him carrying you to your bed once the movies over

#e’s headcanons !#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #ohhhhhh my god i hate how bad i need him

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Hi I love your blog :)) could you possibly write about JJ and bau reader being in a secret relationship and everyone on the team finds out and maybe add some smut into it if you can? If it’s not something you’re into then that’s okay, thank you!! :)

They Don’t Know

one shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

gif credit: @sapphicprentiss

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff and smut

Words: 3k+

Warnings: Fingering (r! receiving)

A/n: I lack the effort to proofread so I do apologise. Also I’m not in love with this cause it’s not as family vibes as I wanted it to be but I tried to add smut so…

When you and JJ exited the elevator to the sixth-floor things seemed quiet, given you were early it made sense. Both of you planned to work the previous evening but got far too distracted with other extracurricular activities, so the two of you agreed it was best to get a head start that morning. When you sat down at your desk JJ lowered her head, so it was level with yours, she quickly looked around and lowered a sweet kiss onto your lips. Adrenalin coursed through your veins; public displays of affection were always risky, but you couldn’t help giving in to the kiss.

It was brief and you missed her lips as soon as they left yours but left behind was a shy smile as you triple-checked no one had seen. Things were so easy with JJ, so natural and there was no doubt in your mind she felt the same, mainly because she would repeatedly tell you. With the nature of your jobs and the pressure it brought you both made a conscious decision to keep it the relationship a secret.

Yes, they were profilers and were bound to work things out, it was inevitable. But it didn’t take away from the fact this was how you both wanted things to be, plus it was quite fun keeping it secret and when you realised the team truly had no idea what was happening between the two of you, it only incentivised you further.

On one case you, JJ, and Reid had been told to check out a crime scene and the drive over had been filled with an inappropriate amount of touching as Reid sat in the back oblivious. JJ unsuspectingly kept her eyes on the road as she pretended her sole intention was on driving and discussing the case with Reid - who had his head buried in a case file - but her hand that moved higher and higher on your thigh told you otherwise.

That night in the hotel you made sure she learned her lesson as you pushed her through orgasm after orgasm, letting her know if she made a peep of noise the whole team would learn the true nature of their relationship. The next day she’d barely been able to walk, and it took all your willpower not to laugh when you noticed the little waddle to her step. The team mentioned it but she’d said she just slept funny, accusing you of hogging the bed.

After JJ made her way back to her desk that morning you couldn’t wipe off the schoolgirl grin that was plastered on your face. It was only when Morgan walked over an hour later did you realise your cheek muscles were beginning to ache.

“What the hell has you smiling so much?” he curiously asked. “I know it’s not paperwork.”

You held back from looking at JJ, who was getting up to grab some coffee. From the corner of your eyes, you could see her walking over, you both had picked up a subconscious habit of keeping each other caffeinated. It was the small things that JJ did that always warmed your heart, she was a natural caretaker and never shied away from it. After years of this job, she’d somehow managed to never lose that spark, that hope, JJ refused to let anything pull her down. It was captivating being with someone who was both so headstrong and kind-hearted.

“I was thinking about what I had for breakfast.” You said, swiveling your chair around to look up at Morgan challengingly. He always knew when you were lying, but you weren’t exactly lying, breakfast had been divine, it was just that that morning breakfast was served in bed, accompanied by delicious moans bouncing off the walls.

JJ had reached you and Morgan before giving you a curious look, “What’s going on here?”

“Well, y/n over here hasn’t stopped smiling for the last hour and refuses to tell me why,” Morgan said watching as you fidgeted a little in your chair. “Would you happen to have any ideas?”

A devilish smirk grew on JJ’s lips, obviously revelling in just how oblivious he clearly was, “Maybe it’s a guy?” she teased with a wink, that only you saw.

“Apparently it was breakfast,” as the words fell from Morgan’s lips JJ bit down on her bottom lip holding back a laugh. “Whatever it is, I’m going to find out.”

It was taking all your willpower not to burst out laughing, “As much as I love my personal life being investigated, it looks like we may have an actual case.” Morgan and JJ looked in the direction you nodded to, Garcia was leaving Hotch’s office and heading towards the briefing room.

You watched as Morgan began walking to Garcia then turned back to JJ. Just as you opened your mouth to say something she turned your chair back around, so you were facing the computer, leaving you very confused. You tensed when you felt her hot breath on your neck, she pretended to point to something on the screen, “Breakfast was that good?” she husked into your ears sending chills down your spine and you had to squeeze your thighs together to stop the arousal from growing.

“You need to move away from me right now before I lose all my composure and fuck you on this desk in front of everyone.” Having her so close to you was driving you crazy, her breath continued to tickle your ear. JJ clearly wasn’t taking your threat very seriously as she chuckled directly into your ear. “I swear to god JJ. Back. up.” This time there was more bite to your tone and she finally understood she was pushing buttons in you that would have severe consequences.

She stood up and leaned back on the divider, sighing softly, “You’re no fun.”

You finally turned your chair back around and met her gaze, giving her an unassumed expression. It was pointless because, within a few seconds, you both were laughing. She went to refill up your mugs with coffee before meeting you back in the briefing room, where the team was all sat down.

Morgan clued Emily in on his suspicions and by the time JJ walked in you were drowning in a sea of questions, you were in the hot seat as the rest of the team started joining in. Thankfully with JJ sat down Garcia began going over the case, there wasn’t a lot of time for more questions as Hotch told the team to make their way to the jet.

Within twenty minutes of being on the jet, the interrogations began again. You were sat next to Emily with Morgan and Rossi sat across from the two of you. JJ and Hotch were sat on the other side of the jet, both on their phones, whilst Reid was sat reading on the couch.

“She’s not going to tell you.” Emily quipped. “She’s too stubborn for that.”

“Come on, you can tell me,” Morgan begged. “How is he in the sheets?”

You gave him a stern look causing him to throw both his hands in the air. It was funny how everyone assumed it was a man you were with, you weren’t exactly a private person, but the subject of your sexuality just hadn’t seemed to come up, so you let it be.

“Now let’s drop the subject.” You huffed averting your eyes to look out the jet, finding the clouds suddenly very interesting. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan and Rossi smirk at each other. You felt someone looking at you, assuming it was Emily you kept your line of sight out the window, missing the set of green eyes locked onto you and the chocolate brown ones that caught JJ in the act.

Your phone dinged and when you looked down to see who’d texted you had to control your facial expressions, amusement dangerously surfacing.

[JJ- You’re pretty cute when you’re angry.]

[Y/n- I hate you.]

[JJ- Meanie!]

No longer able to hide your flushed cheeks and smile you ducked your head into your hands, ignoring the curious look Morgan, Rossi, and Emily were all giving you.

When you landed Hotch told you and JJ to head to the medical examiner’s office, the rest of the team split up and you all made your way to SUVs. Just as you reached for the door handle you felt a pair of hands on your waist turning you around and pushing you back against the side of the car. You let out a small yelp but were silenced by all too familiar soft lips crashing down on yours.

The kiss was needy at first but eventually, it slowed, and you enjoyed the steady movement of JJ’s lips encapsulating your own. After a solid minute she pulled back to catch her breath, “I’ve been waiting to do that since this morning.”

The feeling of someone constantly wanting you was something you would never tire of. You felt like JJ’s personal drug that she could never get enough and damn did it feel good. It had only been a couple of hours since you’d last kissed and you relished the feeling of knowing she already missed your lips on hers.

“We can continue this later but for now I would prefer if she didn’t get caught.” You said placing your hands on JJ’s shoulders, the team were only around the corner, and as tempting as it was to make out with your girlfriend pressing you against the car, it was far too risky. You pecked her lips lightly and delicately pushed her away. “Let’s get moving.”

You made it successfully to the M.E’s office and back to the station, which was surprising considering JJ didn’t want to keep her hands off you. If you hadn’t stopped her wandering hands, she would have happily fucked you in the front seat. As her hands crept higher and higher up your thigh, your preference for not getting into a car crash won over the heat growing between your legs.

The moment you got into the station you relayed what you’d discovered to the team. It wasn’t long before JJ practically dragged you to the bathroom, seemingly too worked up to wait any longer. The moment you both stepped over the threshold, the door was slammed shut and locked. You opened your mouth to protest but you were silenced as JJ pushed you hard against the wall and placed her tongue into your mouth.

A small moan tumbled from you into JJ’s mouth, causing the blonde to groan, your pleasure travelling straight to her core. Unable to control herself, her hands aimlessly travelled all over your body finally settling on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly.

Within a single minute, JJ had one hand under your top, the other was making its way into your underwear whilst her mouth ferociously attacked your neck. You let her have you whole, taking whatever she needed, it was becoming abundantly clear that now was not the time for tender lovemaking, JJ wanted to fuck you, hard.

Without any warning, she slipped two fingers inside you, and you had to bite back a whimper. She moaned into your neck, infatuated with how tight you were around her fingers. Hands flew to blonde locks as she picked up her pace and your mouth parted trying to control your rapid breathing.

“Can you take one more?” She husked into your neck, and you frantically nodded.

Almost immediately JJ placed a third finger in you, she filled you completely and all you wanted to do was scream out in sheer ecstasy as she kept pumping in and out of you. She took an erect nipple between her fingers, pinching and flicking it repeatedly.

Your breathing was getting away from you, moans were escaping more often than not, and it was nearing impossible to contain them. When the palm of JJ’s hand brushed your clit, you lost all control, a painstakingly loud moan escaped your mouth causing you to bring your hand to your mouth to muffle it.

JJ removed her hand from your breast and ripped your hand away from your mouth, replacing it with her lips. Her tongue began battling with yours, too preoccupied with the continuous crescendo of pleasure circulating your body, you willingly submitted your control to JJ. You began to grind down on JJ’s persistent fingers knowing your release was going to wash over you any second. Her palm was perfectly placed as it continuously rubbed against your little bundle of nerves.

When JJ curled her fingers your stomach muscles tightened and your hips bucked forward, but she fought against your body, managing to keep her hand perfectly placed, she used her free hand to keep your hips still.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” her seductive words vibrated against your lips and when she bit down on your bottom lip you lost all your composure.

“Yes, yes, JJ, I’m going to-” Your legs convulsed, and you were quickly coming undone, thankfully JJ once again covered your mouth with her own and swallowed every delicious moan and whimper that escaped your swollen lips. You tried to keep up with the kiss but gave up quickly and focussed on the waves of pleasure that were cascading over each and every nerve in you.

You felt JJ more than ever as you tightened around her fingers, her palm was now pushed up against your sensitive clit and with one final pump, you cried out as you came all over her fingers.

The kiss continued, this time it was more tender and loving, and you found yourself pouring all your appreciation into it. You felt so much emotion in the kiss, every kiss was different with JJ, some were lustful, some were needy, some were filled with unconditional love, and some with all three. This was one of those kisses. It was all the aftercare you needed in just one kiss.

When JJ pulled her fingers out of you, you had to break away for a second to sharply inhale, but quickly enough, you were in the midst of another sensual kiss.

You flipped the two of you around, so JJ was wedged between the wall and your flushed body. She groaned as you peppered kisses along her jawline, working your way to her neck. It wasn’t a lust-filled groan, it was one filled with frustration and when you looked up to her with a confused, she gave you a sympathetic look.

“We don’t have time babe.” She said with a pout. As if on cue a knock came from the other side of the door and both of you looked at each other in horror. “Oh fuck.” She mumbled before helping you fix your shirt and look a little more presentable.

When you opened the door and stepped out you knew you were fucked by the look on Emily’s face.

“I knew something was going on between you two,” Emily said clearly very amused with what she’d just heard, she sported the smuggest smile you’d ever seen.

“It’s not what it looks like,” JJ said confidently, but you knew her well enough to hear the slight waver in her voice, probably unsure of how to salvage this situation.

“You are aware I have ears.” Emily raised her eyebrow, her smirk never faltering “So you two weren’t just banging in there?”

“It’s exactly what it sounded like,” you said defeatedly throwing your head against the wall, “look, we just didn’t want the team knowing.”

“Knowing what?” Reid asked emerging from behind Emily, the rest of the team closely followed behind him causing you and JJ to groan in unison. Now you were really fucked.

“That you owe me twenty dollars,” Emily said.

“No way!” Reid gasped looking between you and JJ, rendering both of you confused. That was until JJ huffed from next to you, she’s clearly clocked onto what Emily had meant. You looked to her for an explanation.

“She knew.” JJ said running a hand through her hair, “How long?”

Emily smiled triumphantly as Reid handed her a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his wallet. When the rest of the team reached into their pockets you gawked at all of them, your jaw slowly dropping open as you registered what was going on.

“I had a hunch a couple of weeks ago, but no one else believed me.” Emily was more than ecstatic as she received bills from the whole team, clearly proud of her profiling skills, “ You guys and your eye contact I swear.”

Morgan smirks at JJ, “So you were breakfast huh?”

JJ’s cheeks reddened and she lowered her head before awkwardly laughing.

Rossi interjected sensing the embarrassment radiating off you both. “How about we celebrate the happy couple at mine this weekend?” He said with a smile.

You laced your hand around JJ’s waist, and a surge of happiness and relief washed over you knowing you could now openly do this in front of the people you held so close to your heart. JJ seemed to internally be feeling the same as you felt her whole body relax. You looked at her and you both shared a brief smile before turning to Rossi and nodding.

You looked at everyone’s faces and couldn’t help but feel a warmth radiate in your chest, they all looked so happy, a little shocked but happy nonetheless. Your eyes settled on Hotch; it was his approval you sought out the most, though you didn’t often like to admit it.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he candidly smiled, before his face contorted and he grimaced “but when we’re back, you two have a lot of paperwork to fill out.”

“Oooo, fun.” Emily teased earning a wack to the arm from JJ.

When you looked back at the woman in your arms your grin only grew and, in that moment, you truly knew what it was to be happy.

“There’s that breakfast smile again!” Morgan joked, when everyone shot him a look he slowly backed away, “I ruined the moment did I?”

The team replied with laughter.

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