#idk you try smiling and cracking jokes and bearing the weight of being the only light in a crushing darkness

[bluegarners]

what if i told you robin IS a performance and is much harder than being batman....

[criminalhotch]

“Mine”~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Omg I need a full on story about E falling for a thick girl and showing her love!!! That was amazing.

A/N: Now here’s the deal not every curvy girl feels the same way about themselves so the way Y/N is in the story may not apply to you but it’s fiction and I tried my best. I don’t need any more people coming for me today. 

Word Count:6,806

Warnings: insecurities about weight, super fluffy! E, fluffy smut, idk what else

Ethan’s POV

Sometimes life just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes my job sucks. I’ll say it. Don’t get me wrong, I love YouTube and I love making videos with Grayson but sometimes it’s so much. It affects my friends, my family, and my relationships if I ever try to have one. Grayson and I are used to the hate and shitty comments but everyone else isn’t. I have to try to shield everyone from the words being spewed across every type of social media from people who have no idea the shit we go through. I feel like I am told how to eat, what to eat, what to wear, who to wear, who to date, and who not to date. No matter what or who I pick I’m always wrong. Half the time being single is easier so I don’t have to protect an innocent girl from the awful comments being thrown at her just because she’s being seen with me.

Now here’s where this is going. There’s a girl that Grayson and I see around LA a lot. She works at one of the outlet malls. She’s drop dead gorgeous. She’s helped Gray and I try on some clothes before. Grayson immediately picked up on my little crush and teased me about it as soon as she was out the vicinity. “You should ask her for like coffee or something, E” he suggested shoving my shoulder. “Gray, she has to know who we are. What if she’s only nice because we’re the Dolan Twins?” I asked. “Well, I guess you live and learn but she seems pretty genuine. When she comes back I’ll act busy and you ask for like coffee or just to go on a date. The worst thing to happen is she will say no. Shoot your shot, Eth” Grayson encouraged. I sighed and tugged my hand through my hair. He was right. Damn you, Gray. Here she comes, her name tag read Y/N. “So it looks like we don’t have those shorts in a large. I could order it online and get it sent to you free of charge” she offered. “Uh, no thanks but I know how you can make it up to me,” I said. “Oh, how’s that?” she asked smiling. “You can make it up to me by joining me for coffee tomorrow?” I suggested. “I think I can make that work, what time?” she asked. “How’s 11 at Urth?” I questioned. “Perfect, I’ll see you then” she smiled as I started to turn towards Grayson. “See, I told you!” Grayson said as he made an “I told you so” face. “I should’ve asked for her number” I muttered. “Get it tomorrow” Gray shrugged. “If I remember!”

The only downside to going to such a public spot like this is I could easily be seen by a fan. Y/N surely isn’t famous and will have no idea how to handle all of this. Not to mention when you think of Los Angeles, she’s not exactly what you picture. She’s different and she’s different in all the right ways. She has beautiful curves that make her hips sway beautifully, her butt (not that I’ve been staring) sits so roundly at the small of her back and her boobs. It’s a miracle she didn’t pop a button in that button up she has to wear to work  (A/N: Who are we kidding, we all know E would sneak a few peeks at a good ass when you aren’t looking whether you’re his or not but especially if you are his ;))

It’s 11 the next morning and I am sitting at a table very close to the door to watch for Y/N. Soon enough I see her walking towards the door as I sit and wait for her to enter. “Hello, there. Fancy seeing you here” I joked. “Have you ordered anything?” she asked. “I was waiting on you” I answered. “Well let’s order!” she replied. We ordered our drinks which I paid for much to her dismay. “You didn’t have to do that” she scoffed. “Yes, I know but I wanted to so just let it happen,” I said right as the barista said our names. We grabbed our drinks then sat down at the table I was originally at near the door.

We spent the next hour and a half learning about each other. Who we were, where we came from, what our goals were, and things we felt that we already accomplished. “Ethan?” she asked. “Y/N?” I asked back. “Was this some prank between you and Grayson?” she asked. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Asking me on this coffee date? Was it some prank to prove that anyone would say yes to a Dolan Twin?” she asked as her eyes dropped to the nearly empty drink she fidgeted within her hand. “No, not at all. Can I be honest with you?” I asked and she nodded. “I was scared to even ask you on this date. Grayson convinced me to do it. Why would you think it’s a prank?” I asked her. “Well let’s face it I’m not exactly the poster child for an LA model. My hips are about as wide as my shoulders, my ass looks huge no matter what pants I am wearing, it’s impossible to find a shirt that my boobs don’t look ginormous in. I probably weigh more than you do” she rambled. “Stop rambling, Y/N. I don’t care what size clothes you buy or what number the scale says. I think you’re gorgeous. This wasn’t some bet. I always see you when we go shopping and eventually I got a little crush then I decided to act on it” I explained. “You mean that?” she asked. “Of course, I do” I smiled.  Before we left the coffee shop we exchanged numbers and a few days later we went on a dinner date.

I was dropping her back off at her apartment when she asked, “So do you kiss on the first date?” “Well, technically I think this is the second date” I smirked. “Touche” she smiled up at me. I leaned down, my eyes fluttering shut as I began cupping her face gently before I smashed my lips onto hers. We sat in front of her apartment door our tongues battling for dominance and our bodies reacting to each other’s every move. Soon, she worriedly pulled away and spoke up “Ethan”. “Yes?” I smirked. “Ok, don’t give me that look but I think you should go” she suggested and my face sunk. “Why what did I do?” I asked worriedly. “Nothing, I am just worried that if you don’t I won’t have any choice but to jump your bones” she admitted a slight red tint rising on her cheeks. “Did I get you hot and bothered doll?” he asked. She unlocked her apartment then walked in. I tried to follow her but she pushed me. “Go” she instructed. “Aw, c’mon” I teased. “Go, E. I’ll text you later” she promised. “Deal. Goodnight, Y/N” I said as I began walking down the hallway. “Goodnight, Ethan,” she said just below a shout. Well, I think it’s safe to say there will definitely be a third date.

It’s about a month later and Y/N is coming over tonight to have a movie night with Grayson and me. “Have you asked her to be your girlfriend yet E?” Gray asked. “I was thinking about doing it tonight” I admitted. “Good, it’s about time. She’s good for you, bro” Gray replied. “I know but being my girlfriend comes with so much along with it” I explained. “I’m sure she can handle it but if not then we can wait for you guys’ to announce it,” Grayson said. “I’m not just going to ask her that’s boring. We’re the Dolan Twins, we don’t do boring” I said bravely. “Well, what're things she likes?” Gray asked. “She likes animals, stuffed animals, a little bit of romance, movies” I rambled on. “Ethan!” Gray shouted. “Why don’t we go to the mall and you can get her a build a bear of her favorite animal or whichever one you think is best. When you chose the noise you can do a personalized one. Then you can ask her with the build a bear then she can have it forever?” Grayson explained excitedly. “That is genius,Grayson!” I shouted. “Well I am the smarter twin” he smirked. “Fuck off, Gray”.

An hour later we were inside Build-a-Bear Workshop looking at the different options. There were cats, dogs, bunnies, and bears galore but I definitely think the monkey is the cutest. I got the monkey then we picked out its clothes. I found a hoodie that said “Be Mine” with a heart which is perfect and some jeans. So now we have the message part. I grab a customized one and think about how I should word it. I look at Grayson and he quirks up an eyebrow. “How should I ask her? Should I say Dear Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N? There are so many options!” I sighed frustratedly. “You pick the one you like it doesn’t matter how you ask it all accomplishes the same goal,” Grayson said and I nodded. He was right. I was thinking about it too much. I recorded my message then stuffed the monkey, bringing it to life. Then I dressed it and picked out its accessories then I checked out. “Y/N will be here in an hour so I am going to run to the store real quick then I will be back but if for whatever reason she gets here before I get back to make sure the monkey is hidden” I ordered Gray. “Ay ay captain,” he said.

Y/N’s POV I had plans with the twins but I wasn’t exactly sure what they were so I decided to text Ethan.

E, what are we doing tonight?

Hanging out at ours, why?

I was deciding what to wear.

Well, you’d look beautiful in anything but I’d suggest leggings and a cute shirt.

Why a cute shirt?

You’ll find out, just trust me. It’s a surprise!

Ethan, I don’t like surprises

Too bad!

I decided to listen to Ethan’s advice so I wore leggings which I’m 90% sure he only told me leggings so he could see my butt because he always rattles on about how nice my butt is, how nicely my hips curve with my body, and I just don’t see it but whatever, I guess. I began straightening my hair and as soon as that was done I got dressed and headed over to the twins’ house. I knocked on the door to be met with Grayson. “Ethan is finishing dinner but come in” Gray instructed. “Ethan made dinner? Is it safe to eat?” I asked. “I cooked the chicken, he boiled the noodles and made the sauce which I helped him with so it should be pretty good” Gray explained. I walked into their kitchen and saw Ethan with an apron. “I like a man who can cook” I smirked. “Well then maybe you should be talking to Grayson because this is a mess,” he said and I giggled. “Even if you can’t cook, I like you better than Gray. If you can’t cook, I can’t eat and I’ll lose some weight” I said. “Shut up, you’re perfect,” he said slightly angered. “To you maybe” I scoffed. “Nuh-uh, don’t do this. You know I always win” he threatened. He was right, he did always when we had these argumentative moments. Soon enough the food was done. We all sat down at the table and began eating our alfredo then I smelled a burnt smell. “Is something still on? It smells like something is burning” I asked. “SHIT! I forgot the garlic bread!” Ethan yelled rushing to the kitchen and pulling open the fuming oven. Small billows of smoke tapered out of the oven as Ethan coughed dramatically trying to get the smoke to dissipate. Ethan grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the scorched bread out of the oven. “Well, there goes that” he sulked. I left my spot at the table and walked over to him. “Hey, what’s wrong bub?” I asked. “I just wanted tonight to be perfect” he mumbled. “Ethan, if I expected you to be perfect I would’ve left by now. It’s ok. It’s just the bread, not the main course so let’s go finishing eating. We made it this far without the bread” I said rubbing his back then kissing his cheek. He smiled as we headed back to the table. “Thank you” Gray mouthed to me and I nodded in response. It was a little while later and Grayson was doing the dishes. “So, I got you something today,” Ethan said. “Ethan, you didn’t have to do that” I smiled. “Oh, but I did,” he said as he ran into the other room. A few minutes later he walks in with a box.  “These are for you and it’ll all make sense when you open the build-a-bear, put the shirt on the right way, and then press the right foot”. I opened the box to see a brown animal. I pulled it out to reveal a monkey with its shirt on the inside, some jeans, and a bouquet of red flowers. I took the shirt off then flipped it the right way and put it back on. I looked up at Ethan when the shirt read, “Be Mine” with a red heart. “Just wait” he mumbled. I pressed the right foot of the stuffed monkey to hear Ethan’s voice fill the room. “Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?” the message played. I looked up at Ethan and he was holding a bouquet of red roses just like the monkey had. I stood up from my chair hastily and wrapped my arms around Ethan’s neck. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Ethan,” I said into the crook of his neck and I felt his lips turn up into a smile. “Perfect”.

It’s a few hours later and we’re snuggled on the couch watching some movie that Grayson picked out which is bullshit because he’s already asleep. Ethan was half asleep tracing random shapes and figures on my hips and ass. “E, why do you like my body so much?” I asked. “What’s their not to like?” he asked. “Like everything” I retorted. “That’s where your wrong, pretty girl. Let’s sit up” he said. He laid at a 90-degree angle. His back against the arm of the couch with his legs stretched out. “C’mere. Sit on my lap” he instructed. “E, I’ll squish you” I whispered. “Hush, now sit down. I’ll be fine” he demanded. I sat down on his lap slowly. “Stop thinking that you’re not good enough for me when you’re more than good enough. I’m the one that isn’t good enough for you. I was terrified you’d say no to the monkey” he admitted. “Why would I say no?” I asked. “Being my girlfriend is more than just that. No matter whether we tell the fans they will find out. Some of them should go to the academy because they are damn good detectives. You’re going to be hated on for being with me but I have a feeling because you have more to offer” he smirked tracing his hand down my side. “That it’s going to be even worse and I just didn’t want that to scare you” he admitted his voice growing quiet as he finished the sentence. “Ethan, I’ve known who you and Gray were from the first time you came into the store. It’s hard living in LA and not knowing who you are. I know and understand the risks or I wouldn’t have agreed to your coffee date. Your fans don’t scare me. A lot of them show you and Grayson so much love and support but I know they are some that are just mean and envious of our relationship. I know that sometimes it’s not going to be easy or pretty but I also know that you nor Gray is going to let anything get too out of hand” I explained to him. “God, I’m so lucky” he groaned. “How long do you usually wait to announce your relationship? I’ve never had to announce it to the world” I asked. “I mean we don’t have to necessarily. They’ll figure it out” he answered. “Isn’t it easier to just tell them though?” I asked. “It is but let’s wait a bit. I want you to myself a little bit longer” he grinned.

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It’s three months later. The twins’ fans are definitely starting to catch on to Ethan and me. He comes to work and visits me on my lunch breaks at least once a week. We will go out and do things throughout LA and sometimes Gray will be with us. There are rumors flying all around social media so I think tonight when I hang out with him, I’ll take about us announcing it just to cushion the blow.

“Ethan!” I yelled as I walked into their home. He texted me earlier that he was in the shower and to just come in. I could still hear the water running so I laid on his bed and waited for him to finish up. Soon enough the door opened and I was met with a shirtless Ethan with nothing but a towel hanging on his hips,  dangerously low. His dark waves, even darker due to water meanwhile sticking to his clean forehead. His chest supporting droplets of water he either missed drying off or drops falling from his hair. “Baby, you’re drooling,” Ethan said breaking my focus. “I’m sorry, would you like me to come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, my hair dripping water droplets on my chest, and the clean scent surrounding me?” I shot back. “Uh, yeah. That’d be fucking great actually” he responded. “Damn it, Ethan” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, get dressed I want to talk to you,” I said. “Um, ok?” he pondered as he dropped the towel so I could see his bare ass. “C’mon babe, turn around” I chanted. “You’d like that wouldn’t ya?” he asked with a smirk. “I mean I sure as shit wouldn’t complain” I grinned as he pulled his boxers over his thighs and around his waist. “Well that was disappointing” I muttered which emitted a deep chuckle from my boyfriend.

He turned around after finishing getting dressed. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked. “I think it’s time we say something” I admitted. “Like about us..to the fans?” he questioned. “Yes, E. It’s only going to get worse the longer we wait, for all of us. You can just post something on Twitter or Instagram” I said. “You’re probably right” he agreed. Ethan grabbed his phone and within a few minutes I got an Instagram notification: Ethan Dolan has tagged you in a post. Well, this ought to be interesting.

I opened my Instagram app to be swarmed with notifications. People commenting, liking, and following me. I finally made my way to Ethan’s post. It was a picture of us, one I didn’t know he took. Well, I think Grayson took it. Anyway, it was a picture of us laying on the couch. My head was resting on his chest. I was tucked into his side using one of my arms as a pillow on top of E’s chest, my other arm draped across his stomach, and our legs were intertwined. I was asleep and he was looking down at me with a small smile on his face. I finally made my way to the caption. “Hey, guys so a little update. Some of you guys are like real life detectives and have figured out that there’s a woman in my life. Her name is Y/N. We’ve been together for the last three months and today she decided that we should tell you guys. Now, Y/N is not a model, a YouTuber, a singer, none of that. We met at the mall and I do not want you guys hating on her for who she is or how she looks. She’s absolutely beautiful to me and I will not hesitate to block the people hating on my girl. She’s got my heart, she has since day one (but don’t tell her that). With all of that said I hope you guys love and respect her as much as I do”. I looked over at Ethan as he scrolled through the comments. “Ethan,” I said slowly. “Yes, babe?” he asked. “Do you mean that?” I asked. “Mean what? That you’re beautiful?” he asked confused. “Do you love me?” I asked. “I never said that,” he said making his turtle man face. “Reread the last sentence of your caption, you dope,” I said and he skimmed through to the end. “I didn’t even realize I said it. Probably because I’ve thought it for a couple months now but I was too scared to say it” he admitted, his face turning red from embarrassment. “It’s ok, E. I love you too” I admitted. Before I knew it he had snaked his arms around my hips and grabbed my butt to lift me up a little higher. Before I had time to process what was going on he crashed his lips on to mine. Our lips moving in sync as he tried to gain access but I’d deny it every time until he decided to pinch my ass causing me to gasp so he could make his way in. I pulled away and looked him. He was wearing a disappointed look. “What was that for?” he pouted. “What do you think you’re doing, mister?” I asked.

“I wanted to kiss you and show you my love for you,” he said. “Should I post something on Instagram? Seems how I just gained thousands of followers” I asked. “If you want” he shrugged. So I grabbed my phone and reopened the Instagram app. I picked a picture of Ethan holding the monkey he got me three months ago when he asked me to be his girlfriend plus the roses he gave to me. Then I also found a video of the message from the monkey. “Gimme your phone,” I said and he handed it over. His lock screen was a picture of him, Grayson, and I then his homescreen was the picture he just posted on Instagram. I went to E’s twitter then tweeted “Who wants to see how cute of a bf Ethan is?-Y/N”. I returned his phone back to him then went back on mine. “So three months and a few days ago I came over for dinner with the twins. They had made chicken alfredo. We were enjoying our dinner when I smelled something burning. Ethan had left the garlic bread in the oven and totally scorched it because he was so nervous about the night. I eventually found out why he was nervous. He had gone to build-a-bear and made a monkey. The monkey wore a shirt that said “Be Mine” and also had a small bouquet of roses, then I pressed the message hearing Ethan asking me to be his girlfriend. I looked up and he was holding roses just like the monkey. I obviously said yes. Now don’t let his bad boy exterior fool you. He’s a softy and loves a little bit of romance just like the rest of us”.

“Babe, you’re giving away my secrets” he whined. “How so?” I asked. “The last sentence of your post” he scoffed. “The last sentence always gets us both in trouble, huh?” I asked. “I guess so” he smirked as he leaned down to kiss me once more. He then quickly pulled us back on the couch so I was on top of him. “Gray’s not going to be home until tomorrow. He is staying at Bryant’s” Ethan said. “Yeah, and what’s your point?” I asked. “I mean, I uh, don’t know if you’d want to uh” he stuttered. “Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?” I asked. “I mean only if you want to. We totally don’t have to, if you aren’t ready. It was just a suggestion” he explained. “I mean, I don’t know” I smirked as I began grinding down on him making him groan at the pressure. “Oh is that how we’re playing this?” he asked cocking his eyebrow curiously. “At least for now,” I said leaning down and kissing him hastily. Our lips battling for dominance and our tongues dancing around one another. His hands immediately going to my butt and massaging it as if his life depended on it. After a few more minutes of this, I pulled away. His lips plump, red, and swollen. His hair disheveled from me tugging on it as I drug my hips back and forth across his lap, making him grow harder with every motion. “You know I really don’t think our first time having sex should be on the couch,” I said only slowing but never stopping my actions. “Could you stop doing that, I can’t focus on what you are saying” he grumbled grabbing my hips and making them stop. “I said I think our first time having sex shouldn’t be on the couch, in the living room that you share with your brother” I added for extra clarification. “Fine then let’s take it to my room” he smirked. I got off him so we could go to his room. He stood up then smacked my ass. “Grant” I growled and he rolled his eyes. As we started walking he pushed me up against the wall kissing once more and taking my breast into his hand, massaging it. “We’re never going to make it, E” I groaned. “Shh, you’re catching on to me” he whispered as he pulled my shirt over my head revealing my bra. I went to cover myself but he grabbed both of my hands. “No, none of that. You’re beautiful” he said before kissing my forehead. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere.  “Well let me see just a little bit more of you,” he said reaching behind me and unsnapping my bra in one quick motion. He ducked his head down and wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, sucking and licking at the bud. He moved his lips over slightly reattaching his lips to my bare skin. Sure to leave a mark. A love bite, he was marking his territory. I’m his territory. We made our way into his room and before I knew it he grabbed me then backed me into his bed causing me to fall into it. He reached for the button of my jeans and undid it then unzipping my zipper slowly. “Ethan” I whined. “No, we’re going slow tonight. Next time, I will absolutely wreck you but tonight I’m proving that I love you no matter what” he promised and I felt a tear gather in my eye. I tried to blink it away but it just fell down my cheek. “ Why the tears, doll?” he asked. “I just never thought I’d find someone so attractive yet sweet and understanding. Someone who genuinely just loves me and doesn’t want to change a thing” I sniffled.

“Hey, I have way more clothes on than you do” I complained. “Well then let’s fix that” he smirked unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down past his thighs and down to his ankles as I watched him jump on one foot to get the other pant leg off him. He crawled back on top of me. “I’m not done with you yet” he growled dipping his head into the crook of my neck kissing me lightly. Then moving his way down my chest and wrapping his lips around my other nipple. Sucking a little bit harsher than last time. I began to moan under his touch. “C’mon, let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel” he whispers as he licks my nipple once more before kissing his way down my tummy. Before I knew it he was at the hem of my panties. “Do you want these off, pretty girl?” E asked. “Fuck, please” I groaned. He slipped my panties over my thighs and down my legs throwing them across the room. He started at my ankles kissing me slowly, dragging his lips from spot to spot, never losing full contact. He makes his way up my legs and stopping just above my knees. He drags his tongue up my thighs slowly, delicately almost reaching where I wanted him the most. “E, please” I begged. “Just wait, baby” he promised. He went back to my thigh and placed a kiss in the area where he stopped. He then began nipping and sucking at the area too. I wriggled at the pain but sighed at the simultaneous pleasure he was giving me. He finished then went to the other leg repeating his actions, sealing it with a hickey, making me yearn for him even more. “I’m going to get you ready, baby girl, ok?” he asked making eye contact with me and not looking away until I gave him an answer. “Yes, E. Please,” I said. He placed his thumb on my clit rubbing gently and I hissed at the contact that I’d been waiting so long for. Soon enough he stopped. “What do you want me to do next?” he smirked. “Your fingers, Ethan. I need your fingers” I whined as he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me. He was moving it so slowly that I needed more. “More, babe. I need more” I requested as he entered a second finger inside of my slowly then picking up his pace little by little. I peeked my eyes open to watch his head dip down. His tongue ran its way up my folds, over my center, then striking my clit causing me to moan loudly. “That’s my girl” he grinned as his tongue began rubbing circles over my clit. I reached my hand out for whatever it could reach. His hair, it lands in his hair as I tugged harshly causing him to moan into me, vibrations ringing through my whole body at the feeling. His tongue flicking over my clit in rhythms causing me to jerk then he suddenly wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves causing me to scream out. “Ah, oh my god” I yelled as I pushed my self down as his face at the contact. His fingers still making their way in out of me as his tongue and lips wrestled with my clit. “Do you want me to make you come like this?” he asked menacingly. “Please, Ethan” I begged. “Your wish is my command, baby girl” he smirked as he dove right back into where he was. Moving his tongue up and down my folds, his nose poking at my clit every so often, oh and his fingers, they were pulsing in and out my much faster now that I could barely handle it. Everything began to speed up all at once and my orgasm was building quickly. “You’re squeezing my fingers, doll. Are you close?” he muttered. “Fuck, yes. Please, E. Let me come” I begged. “You asked so nicely, so cum for me, baby. Let me taste your juices on my tongue” he permitted and that’s all it took for my orgasm to wash over me. “Ah, fuck. I’m cumming” I groaned as I released all over Ethan’s tongue and face. The mixture of gushing and slurping sounds below me only turning me on just as I was coming off of my high. “Pretty girl with just sweet tasting juices,” he said as he wiped his chin of the excess juice dripping down it. “You think you’re ready for the rest of me?” he asked. “More than ready” I smirked. He reached over to his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and then rolled it down his length. He rubbed his length up and down teasing me. “You ready?” he asked and I nodded. He lined himself up to my entrance and slowly pushed himself in never breaking eye contact. His eyes had a glint of something in them. His eyes were filled with love and lust. “God, you’re so beautiful” he groaned as he began to move slowly. “E, can you go faster?” I asked. “Of course, princess,” he said as he began bucking his hips a little bit quicker. “Oh, fuck” I groaned at the feeling. His hips moving so fluidly that every time he thrust inside of me he hit my g-spot causing me to whimper with every stroke. Soon enough I started moving my hips down to meet his. “Keep doing that, babe. Fuck” he grunted. Within a few more moments he stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “ I want you to be on top” he instructed. “Ethan, I-I’ll uh” I stuttered. “You won’t crush me. I am a big boy and I can handle it, now ride me” he ordered as he flipped us over. I grabbed his dick with my hand as I placed my legs on either side of him. I lined him back up with my entrance and slowly sank down on to him. I heard him groan as I slid down on his length. “Watching my dick disappear in your pretty little cunt is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time” he admitted as I slowly began bouncing myself up and down on his cock. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, sweet girl. Keep going, don’t stop” he encouraged which came out almost like a  desperate plea. I began picking up my pace, grinding and gyrating faster on top of him. “I’m close, Y/N” he grunted. Not going to lie the way his dick filled me up felt so nice. Like we were made for each other. As I was lost in my thought he grabbed my hips and began thrusting upward into me causing fireworks to erupt inside of me. “Oh my god, Ethan, don’t stop. Fuck” I groaned as my second orgasm of the night neared. He reached up and placed his thumb on my clit once again rubbing it in harsh, fast circles. It wasn’t long before I felt the rush of my second orgasm fall over me. “Oh, E-E-Ethan” I moaned as I came on top of him. “Yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N” he moaned at the rush of sensations.The feeling of me contracting and cumming on top of him sent him over the edge. Both of us breathing heavy from our orgasms as I laid on top of him, exhausted from the night’s actions. “We should’ve done this a lot sooner” I giggled. “Ya think?”

It’s about an hour later and we’re both snuggled into his bed watching some movie on Netflix. “That actress is so pretty,” I said. “So are you” he mumbled half asleep. “Whatever, E” I sighed. “Don’t whatever, E me. You are going to sit here and listen to what I have to say” he demanded and I nodded. He never really got angry. He was never a serious person so here we go. “I’m going to sit here and tell you all the reasons you are pretty and you are going to listen and like it, understood?” he asked and I nodded once again. “Starting with your hair, god I love it. I could play with it for hours or even days on end. Next your forehead, I love peppering your forehead with kisses. I can tell that you love it too because no matter what we’re doing, you smile” he said as he kissed my forehead thus making me smile. “See?” he said. “Now, your eyes. I get lost in your eyes. Lost in the thought of how you became mine. Your nose, another thing I love to press kisses to” he said placing a chaste kiss to my nose. “Oh, and then my favorite thing to kiss. Your lips, I could kiss your sweet, soft, and pink lips every day until my heart stops beating and I would never complain” as he pressed another sweet kiss to my lips. “Your chest,” he said as he began lowering himself down my body “I love watching your chest rise and fall with every breathe you take especially when you are sleeping next to me. Whenever you stop breathing for too long I start to panic until you breathe again. Now, your tummy which is one of your least favorite things but that’s ok,” he said as he fell to his knees so he was even with what he was talking about. “I love your belly because it’s apart of you and I love you. Maybe one day it will hold our little mini me’s and I’ll love you even more than I do now” he said as he kissed my tummy. “Now onto your hips, the way they curve into the rest of your body mesmerizes me. I love watching you walk and when your hips sway it makes me bit my lip every time because I know I am so lucky to have you” he said kissing each hip softly. “Then your ass I love when you can’t reach stuff in the cabinet. I love watching you struggle so I can see your butt strain against the counter until I walk over and help you. Now onto the next thing, when I said your lips were my favorite thing to kiss, I lied. This is my favorite thing to kiss” he smirked as I smack at his head lightly as he kissed the front of my underwear. “I absolutely loved making love to you tonight. Nothing made me happier than to see you above or below me, loving me as I love you. Now your legs, I gotta say I love these too. Why? Because they carry you to me every day and I absolutely adore that. I love your thighs and when you complain that every pair of pants you own ends up with a hole in the thigh because you have thick thighs but that’s ok because I love when you wrap them around my head when I’m-Ethan” I interrupted him and he chuckled. “Let’s not forget your arms. I love when they wrap around my neck and you look up at me like you’ve never wanted something more in your life” he explained. “Because I don’t” I whispered. “Me either” he whispered back as we heard the door shut. He stood up and wrapped me up in his arms.”You wanna know the best part of all this?” he asked. “What’s the best part?” I asked back. “That you are all mine” he grinned. 

“Y/N? E?” Grayson yelled as he walked through the house. He was wearing nothing but boxers and I was in a t-shirt and panties. Soon enough Grayson opened Ethan's door. “Why are your guys’ clothes-nevermind” he stopped himself as he shut the door making Ethan and I chuckle. “We’re done now, Gray!” E shouted. “Have been for a while now!” I added. “Well then pick up your damn sex clothes!” Grayson huffed as we opened the door and went to pick up our clothes. “I thought you were staying at Bryant’s?” Ethan asked his brother. “Yeah, and I thought you two were watching movies not making babies” Grayson scoffed. “He used a co-don’t finish that sentence” Grayson warned and we laughed. “I’m going to bed” Grayson sighed “You two keep it down” he added. “Oh ETHAN” I moaned in joking kind of way as Grayson slammed his door shut. “He’s just mad he’s not getting any” Ethan said. We walked back into his room and crawled into bed. I turned so my face was buried in his chest. I looked up at Ethan and said, “I love you, thank you”. “For what?” he asked. “Making me feel comfortable in my own body” I admitted. “Of course, pretty girl and I love you too,” he said as he kissed me goodnight. “Goodnight, Ethan,” I said as my eyes fluttered shut. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said as he placed a final kiss to the top of my head as I fell asleep in his embrace.

[rheaitis]

@medhasree asked for a DVD Commentary for the last scene of pravilabhate. Under a cut because it’s sizeable.

So I know, I know Arjuna is Yudhishtira’s heir at this point, but this worked better for me so whatevs.

On the fifteenth day of the Yadavas’ visit, Emperor Yudhisthira holds court in Hastinapuri in awful splendour, and with Prince Parikshit in his lap.

“As clear a declaration as any,” Lakshmana murmurs. “Has a day been fixed for the coronation?”

“On Brihaspati’s day,” Yuyutsu murmurs back. “Did you doubt this would happen?”

I am also very curious about this, and I suppose Yaudheya is only quasi-canonical? But anyway, I wanted to emphasise the fact that even Yuyutsu--who knows more than the others--doesn’t actually know why the Pandavas are doing what they’re doing.

Yuyutsu himself is unsure of the way of it, of whether Princess Devika’s son too perished in battle childless, that Yudhisthira has to turn to his brother’s grandson. There were many dead in Kurukshetra, but surely the wailing would have been great for Yaudheya. King Shivi has sons and grandsons enough to be in no need of an heir from his daughter.

Except I agree with Lakshmana about this, and it feels like the best explanation for Parikshit, that he’s there because he’s the Yadava candidate.

“No,” Lakshmana says. “What the Yadavas set their minds to, they achieve, though the greatest archers of the Kurus stand in their way. Who now lives that knows it as well as I?”

“He would have pursued you until his death, but that your father feared the anger of Prince Balabhadra.”

“I blame neither him nor my father; I regret only that Prince Balabhadra’s neutrality did not come upon him earlier, that I might have had a husband my father or I chose.”

“Princess,” he reprimands, and when she nods, adds, “and you must learn not to call Karna a Kuru when listening ears are about.”

I have SO MANY FEELINGS about the ways in which Karna fits into Lakshmana’s family, because he’s the protector who failed her (but so did her father) and he’s almost her father (but he’s not) and he’s one of her favourite uncles (but he’s low-caste) and how all of that is secondary to her determination to uphold his reputation even if she has to lie about it, and to not give way to the posthumous Pandava claiming of Karna.

Lakshmana laughs a brief peal of merriment that mingles better with the general gaiety than her wonted solemnity. “But he was not the best of the Padavas; that we know only too well. I am enough a Kaurava woman to lie if I must, to honour a man my father loved as he did my mother.”

“And you, Princess?”

“When I think of arms around me, I see only my husband; how fortunate, Uncle, that it is a true answer as well as the dutiful one.”

“Lakshmana.”

We’re all in agreement that Samba’s a nightmare, right? Cause Samba’s a nightmare.

“I do not care to be in further danger, in the home of the Yadavas, with my husband who…” Fifteen days she’s been in her home again and this is the first Yuyutsu sees Lakshmana break, lose her composure; perhaps she has wept in her mother’s arms or in Dushala’s. “If he were such a one as his father, I could have forged happiness with my husband; with such as he is, I seek only safety.”

“You know of your mother’s hopes,” he essays when she has turned again to look at Parikshita babbling joyfully on.

Lakshmana has been married for eight years and each of those years has been hell, because she can also see how good the other Yadava wives have it, by and large.

“I know my husband, and I know the love his father bears him, and the love my uncles bear my father-in-law. I know what such love does to the hopes of women. Do not speak to me of hopes, Uncle, let me have what I can of peace.”

This is just supposed to be cute; there are references to other stories in it but mostly it’s a nice moment of Pandava-Yadava amity while the Kauravas are fucked up. So there’s Arjuna/Subhadra/Draupadi clustered together; Bhima and Nakula offering characteristic favours; Satyajit unaware of the tulabharam episode as a Yadava in-joke.

On the day after Parikshit’s coronation as Crown Prince of Hastinapuri and Indraprastha, Yudhisthira grants boons to those who seek them, in his great-nephew’s name. Parikshit himself sits on his grandmother’s lap, Panchali and Partha flanking him and distracting him with sweets. The boons asked are of a nature to rouse waves of laughter, and make the little prince dance in Princess Subhadra’s gentle grip, delighted to be at the centre of so much attention. Bhima asks for permission to cook a feast in Parikshit’s name, Nakula to give milch cows to villagers in need, Princess Prabhavati to dedicate a temple to Lord Indra, long neglected among the Yadavas, and Prince Bhanu a school for worthy young men of the merchant castes. Even formidable Satyajit, King of Panchal with his score of dead brothers and nephews, asks to donate Parikshit’s weight in gold to the consecration of Khandavaprastha as sacred ground, a request that sends a howl of laughter rising from among the Yadavas, aimed perplexingly at Princess Satyabhama.

I love Bhanumati, just in case you couldn’t tell. I also love how Yuyutsu and Dushala, who started the story hostile and still don’t precisely like each other, click close in that ride-or-die sibling way.

Into the dying echoes of laughter steps Princess Bhanumati, robed austerely in white and bedecked with pearls, like a wave of the Ganga crashing ashore. In her wake comes Dushala, like a raft towed by a swan-ship, and takes Yuyutsu’s proffered hand, the seat empty next to his. Now they are three, when Yuyutsu had thought to be the only Kaurava at court, their father unwilling and Lakshmana absent and the other Princesses uninterested. Even Bhanumati has come to court only once before since he’s returned, and that to coax her daughter into speech.

“You should have told me,” he murmurs to Dushala, as Prince Balabhadra pledges to teach Parikshit as he taught his father and great-uncle, and then glances askance at the widow of his most famous pupil.

“We only found out this morning ourselves,” Dushala whispers back, “but it is true enough. Have you seen Vrishaketu?”

Yuyutsu gestures to Partha, leaning forward to chuck his grandson under the chin and then back to clasp the hand of his nephew, still smiling. “There is an awful symmetry to it.”

He’s theirs, and while Yuyutsu adores Yudhishtira and Dushala is trying to reconcile herself to the new shape of her life, they’re not entirely happy about Karna’s last son with the Pandavas. Vrishali definitely absolutely hates it.

Dushala sighs. “He’ll be safe enough, whatever happens now. His mother was worrying.”

Bhanumati is just. really good at this sort of theatre.

Balabhadra takes his seat; Bhanumati steps out in front of the throne, and sinks to her knees in front of it, her hands clasped and head lowered, a suspicion of tears on her face. Panchali turns in her seat to dart a speaking glance at Sahadeva, and is answered with a minute shake of the head.

“I have a boon to ask of you, Majesty, but a boon in truth, and no favour in disguise. My time for granting favours has fled, and now I may only ask.”

“Ask,” Yudhisthira says, “and we will judge how it is to be granted.”

This is a very... measured show of both deference and vulnerability? idk.

“I would have you intercede with your Yadava kin, Majesty.”

“The Yadavas are before your eyes,” Balabhadra calls. “What need have you of intercession, if you crave of us a boon that is just?”

“My lord is gracious,” Bhanumati says, and bows again.

They know the crap Lakshmana goes through, IJS.

“If it is to do with Lakshmana,” Pradyumna essays, “we think of her as a sister.”

Prince Bhanu nods assent, and Princess Satyabhama adds, “She has been a daughter to me these eight years; I must know what worries her mother.”

“It is a balm to my heart that my daughter has found other mothers, and siblings, especially now that her own are dead, yet I fear in speaking out I might deprive her of such shelter as she has, and remain unable to provide her with any other.”

Sahadeva KNOWS. Sahadeva knows everything, because he cannibalised his father at approx ten years old.

“Speak,” Sahadeva says, “and let not your courage fail you.”

“It touches upon the honour of my lord Krishna,” Bhanumati answers, “is it strange that fear grips my heart?”

Running joke of everyone insulting Krishna, including his family because that will never stop being hilarious to me.

His wives laugh, and Princess Rukmini says, “I promise you we have heard every possible insult to his high honour. Do not keep us waiting.”

“The day before Prince Parikshit’s coronation, Princess Prabhavati received a letter from Dwaraka, and shared its contents with my daughter, who has since taken to her bed, turning a deaf ear to any attempts to rouse her. I have heard since that you will soon return to Dwaraka and would beg the favour of keeping Lakshmana with me while she grieves.”

I... don’t know what I think about Jambavati, actually? I hate doing the bad son = bad mother thing, and I consciously stayed away from that here, but certainly of Krishna’s three Mahabharata wives, Satyabhama likes Lakshmana most and Jambavati least.

“What does your daughter grieve, that she must heal here among the Kurus?” Princess Jambavati leans forward in her seat, her face a grim mask. “We have given her time enough to grieve her father.”

“Who can know how long grief lives in the heart? My mother died a dozen years ago and still on dewy mornings I hear her voice in birdsong and I weep,” Bhanumati parries. “But Lakshmana grieves not the loss of her father’s life, but her husband’s love.”

Pradyumna also knows, but that’s because his wife got the letter and then woke him up at the crack of dawn to figure out how to deal with this.

It is possible to see when Prince Pradyumna pales, how closely he resembles his mother, their faces set together as they whisper.

So. uh. A lot of people abduct princesses (or get abducted by them) canonically. (Satyaki’s ancestor abducts Devaki for Vasudeva, e.g.) So Samba’s abduction of Lakshmana isn’t entirely beyond the pale, especially since Balarama endorsed it, but it’s not something the rest of them approve of, Satyaki least of all. Samba is Krishna’s dark mirror.

“He once did great deeds to gain her,” Satyaki drawls, “has he now forsaken her, when she needs him most?”

This is canonical-ish, btw. Samba’s a nightmare.

“That his heart strays to another while she is grief-struck is loss any woman may have to bear, and if it was only that I would not beg to keep her with me. The women of the Yadavas are as brave as they are beautiful, and my daughter, however lovely she may have been when Prince Samba’s eyes first rested on her, cannot compare, as no mortal woman may with an apsara. But that he trifles with one of Lord Krishna’s wives causes her grief from which I cannot shake her in so little time, nor can I hope for her health if in Dwaraka, when the very news of his love has so shaken her.”

Yup, the queen is a predator, it’s fabulous.

Jambavati growls, a low noise that travels spines and climbs blood. “Have you any proof of this?”

“Only what Princess Prabhavati told Lakshmana and Lakshmana told me; for truth you must ask the princess. I beg you, let me keep my daughter with me, that she might heal from her grief among those whose greatest care is for her.”

A lot of the story is to do with dealing with being middle-aged and growing into your parents without necessarily either repeating their mistakes or slipping back into the routines of your youth. idk if that came through? But this is one of those moments of mis/recognition for Yuyutsu.

She stays on her knees with hands folded together and eyes lowered, as Pradyumna and Prabhavati murmur confirmation to Princess Rukmini, the picture of serene determination. Here is one, Yuyutsu thinks of a sudden, who is a pupil, not of Shakuni but of Queen Gandhari, and makes of unflinching truth her greatest weapon.

This is the second sentence I wrote for this story. It was always going to be about surviving war and how contingent the fate of women is on the whims of their menfolk. The work was in trying to get them from the opening sentence to this.

The whispers thronging the hall stifle and still, and Dushala’s grip on his hand grows painful, and finally Krishna rises, and raises Bhanumati to her feet, and puts his lotus-pink palm on her forehead, and says, “Tathastu.”

[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

No Place I’d Rather Be

Dean x Reader

Request By Anon: Hi!! I’m not sure if you do fanfic requests but if you, (I absolutely loved your dean x reader season 10 one) could you do one where the reader gets broken up with on a date and dean comforts her and confesses his feelings to her and fluff ensues? (Idk if you do smut, if you do I’d be cool with that too) 😂😂 love your stories bunches!!

Word count: 1451

Warnings: Language, feelings associated with being broken up with.

A/N: First of all thank you so much!! Y’all have no idea how much I appreciate your kind words. *Unedited- Sorry for any spelling/grammar/autocorrect fails* 

This one is fluff, but I will most likely be doing a pt 2 for smut. Stay tuned. 

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Six o’clock had come way faster than you expected. You had a date to get to, and you were running around the bunker like a crazy person. The hours leading up to a date were supposed to be full of anticipation and excitement, yet somehow you found yourself caught in this mad dash to get ready. Your head was all over the place, counting the numerous things you still had to do.

Dean, however, was finding your state to be nothing less than adorable. He had pushed aside the fact that you were getting ready for a date with some jerk. His only focus was on how cute you looked buzzing around the bunker, hair a mess in some half assed rollers, trying to apply your make-up while shouting at Sam to get out your way. He was so caught up in watching you dart about that he didn’t even notice you were addressing him.

“Um, hello....” You snapped your fingers twice, “Earth to Dean.”

He blinked and came out of his daze, “Huh?”

“Have you seen my damn shoes. I can’t find them anywhere!”

About an hour and half later, Dean heard the door slam with a resounding clank.  He wasn’t sure whether he should be relieved to see you back so soon, or get ready to go kick some dude’s ass. His question was answered when he saw your figure dart across the room without a single word, heels in hand. That was not a good sign. As he neared your room, he could hear the small noises escaping your lips, and slipping past the door. The door was locked, stopping him from doing what he most wanted to do. With every soft sob he heard, his heart broke a little more. All he wanted was to barge in, wrap you up, and to tell you that everything would be okay.

“Y/N, open the door.”

You sniffled, “Go away Dean!” 

He huffed, “Come on. Let me in, please.” You didn’t even bother to respond this time. “Alright, No offense Y/N, but if you don’t open this damn door, I’m gonna kick it in.” 

Once again, his words were met with silence. He turned, rubbing his hands over his eyes, then through his hair as he let out an exasperated sigh, before turning back to face your door. 

Just as he raised his foot from the floor, you opened the door with a startle. “Jesus, Dean!”

He lifts his hands and gave his best smirk, “Hey, I tried to warn you.” 

“Out with it, Dean. What do you want?”

“What I want is to know what happened; why you’re locking yourself in your room, crying your eyes out.”

You started to close the door, “It’s none of your business, Dean!.” 

His fist stopped the door, “None of my business?” He raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, but some doucebag hurting you, makes it my business!” 

“How so!?” You made your way back into your room, Dean closely on your heels.

“Because I care about you dammit!” He announced as he plopped himself down on the bed next to where you sat with your knees your chest. “Now, you can yell, scream, or hit me, I don’t care, but I am not leaving here until you tell me what happened.” 

You sat there for what seemed like hours, the tears still flowing from your eyes, as Dean sat there, patiently waiting, and every once in while, running a reassuring hand over your back. 

When you did finally decide to speak, the tone of voice it came out in seemed almost childish. Your frustrations were expressed in a manner similar to that of a stubborn child answering an adults questions; your head turned away, voice low and carrying some bite behind it. “We broke up... okay.” Yes, you were annoyed with Dean for being so damn nosey, but more than anything, your heart was breaking for what the man who walked away had said. You placed your head back down on to your knees, still facing away from him. “There, you know. You can leave now. I’m sure you have things to do, and places to be that are far better than sitting here watching me cry over a boy like a little school girl.”

Before you could even register what was happening, the bed dipped as he shifted his weight, and all the sudden two long arms wound their way around you. In no time at all you found yourself still sitting knees to chest, but this time with Dean wrapped around you like a giant koala bear on your back. His long legs rested on either side of your hips, and his arms were long enough to wrap around over your own as you pulled your knees in closer. His breath ghosted over your shoulder, and made loose strands of hair flutter as he spoke, “There’s no place I’d rather be.” 

You sniffed, and lifted your head, as your brows furrowed in confusion. “Seriously, Dean? I mean come on. You’re choosing snot and tears over going to a bar and picking up some chick?” There’s that biting tone again. 

“No. I’m choosing you over some chick at some crappy bar.” One arm shifted away from it’s place as he lifted a hand to pull your hair away from where it had stuck to your face in the tears. “Y/N, I don’t know what he said, or what his supposed reasoning behind this was, but one thing I do know for sure is that he lost a damn fine woman.” 

“Dean come on..” You huffed, trying slightly and unsuccessfully to pull way from him. His grip tightened keeping you with him , but not in a forceful, against you will kind of way, but more of a ‘you’re not going through this alone’ kind of way. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You are a seriously cool chick. I mean you like totally badass, but like the sweetest person ever all at the same time. You can crack a joke at almost anything, and somehow it never seems stupid or forced. You care about people more than anyone deserves. You have this smile that just lights up every room when you walk into.”

“Dean-”

“You are so amazing! If that guy couldn’t see that, he is not just a jerk, he is a blind, asshole if he made you feel like you are anything less than that!”

You turned just enough so you could see his face. None were escaping, but you could see the emotion he held through the glossy finish of his tear filled eyes. “Where is this coming from, Dean?” 

His gaze averted down and away from your eyes, and a hand found it’s way to his hair as he spoke, “I- I kinda feel like a jerk saying this, but I kinda hoped this would go south. I mean, not like this, I never wanted you to get hurt, but I wanted you guys to break up.” His glimmering emerald eyes made there way back to yours as he continued his explaination. “I know I’m not always good at expressing them, and I even fought like hell to deny ‘em, but I do have feelings for you. I have for a long time now.” 

A wicked grin spread across your face as you listened to him go on about these feelings. 

“Seriously, Y/N! I’m bearing my freaking soul over here, and you think it’s funny?” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden outburst, “I don’t think you sharing your feelings is funny. I’m grinning and laughing because everyone knows that Dean Winchester preaches ‘No chick flick moments’, yet here you are in the middle of one straight out of the movies.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up.” 

“You know you love me.” You said, playfully shoving his shoulder. 

A cocky smirk played across those full lips of his, before his arms grabbed you up from where you were sitting, and tossed you onto your back. His body loomed over yours, and you were both thrown into a fit of laughter. “You’re right...” His fingers brushed along side of your face, “I do love you”. A crimson glow adorned your cheeks at his words, and butterflies bloomed in your stomach as his lips connected with yours. In that moment you realized that any guy could have said what Dean did, but not every guy could mean them like he did. 

I will most likely be writing a continuation of the smut variety *wiggles eyebrows suggestively* haha, stay tuned. 

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The Anatomy of a Blowjob

please place all blame squarely on the shoulders of @caramelkru WHERE IT BELONGS

rated M read on ao3 here

If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.

For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.

Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.

Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.

Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.

[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???

[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??

His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.

The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,

[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???

He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.

[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group

[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this

[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?

[9:30pm] Clarke: so like, was it hard??

[9:30pm] Clarke: pun intended lmao

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he sighs, after reading over all of that five times just to make sure he was seeing this right. He scrubs a hand down his face, knocking his glasses askew.

[9:32pm] Bellamy: Is this necessary right now?

[9:32pm] Clarke: YES

[9:32pm] Clarke: THE FATE OF MY HOOK UP HANGS IN THE BALANCE

Something twists deep in his stomach when she mentions her hook up, and he sighs again, pushing away his stack of essays before standing up to grab a beer from the fridge, figuring it was time for a break. He cracks it open on a drawer handle and downs half of it before picking his phone up off the counter to finally reply to her.

[9:39pm] Bellamy: I don’t know, I was maybe out of practice for a little bit, but it didn’t matter that much.

[9:39pm] Bellamy: Besides, you’re a hot blonde. I doubt you’re gonna have too much trouble getting someone off. Especially someone with a dick. Dicks are the easiest thing ever.

He doesn’t exactly mean to send the last message, especially not when it sounds half passive aggressive and half wistful, but he does, and when she doesn’t reply immediately like she’s been doing all night, Bellamy is just about ready to google ‘how to delete sent text.’

Thankfully he doesn’t have to, because as soon as he pulls up his browser app, his phone is vibrating with an incoming message.

[9:41pm] Clarke: good point thanks!! xx

It’s the clear end of the conversation, and Bellamy stares at the entire thread until his screen goes black before downing the rest of his beer and heading back to the living room.

The uncomfortable weight that has settled at the bottom of his stomach ever since she mentioned finding a hookup remains, and he tries his best it to ignore it, focusing instead on the pile of essays he has remaining. She doesn’t message him again for the rest of the night, and he tries not to think about it.

Bellamy has known Clarke for more than a few years now, and while they didn’t start off as friends, they grew into it, slowly moving from snapping at each other for every little thing, to biting back grins and shared inside jokes. Not to mention that he’s about halfway in love with her at this point, but he rather ignore that thought. His life is much easier when he doesn’t think about what a total cliché he’s become.

Still, despite all of this, he and Clarke aren’t exactly the types to talk about their sex lives which made last Friday’s text thread more than a little bit strange.

It gets even stranger when he sees her at Octavia’s the next night, and she plops down on the sofa next to him with, “So, blowjobs,” in greeting.

He lifts a single eyebrow as he regards her. “Hi Clarke, how was your day? Mine was fine, thanks for asking,” he says, flat. “Manners are a wondrous thing.”

Clarke rolls her eyes, sneaking a sip of his beer. “Ugh, god, fine; hi Bellamy, glad your day was good, so was mine, now back to the topic at hand: blowjobs.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you have a one track mind?”

“I prefer the term ‘refusing to beat around the bush.’”

“More like stubborn little princess,” he quips fondly, and she pulls a face.

“You’re deflecting,” she says in a singsong voice, nudging him with her shoulder, “Do you deflect this much when your students ask you questions?”

“No, because my students don’t ask me sexually explicit questions. Surprisingly, they know better than that.”

“Come on Bellamy, help a girl out. I need to prove my hypothesis.”

He places his bottle on the table with a definitive thud, wiping his hands on his pants. “I still don’t get why you’re asking me about this; you’re the one who had a hook up last night. Surely now you have a data point to work with.”

“I didn’t actually.”

His neck almost cracks with the speed in which he turns to look over at her. “What? Why?”

She just shrugs, disinterested. “I bailed. I haven’t interacted with an organically grown dick in a while and I figured being out of practice might backfire on me.”

“Oh, well that sucks. Or rather, doesn’t,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, and she snickers at his lame attempt of a joke, “But at the same time, please don’t ever use that statement ever again. You’re going to ruin organically grown produce for me.”

“Especially those eggplants, huh,” she nudges him, biting back a smirk, and Bellamy groans out loud, shoving her in the shoulder.

“I fucking hate you,” he says, even as his lips twitch up at the corners, and he leans his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

Clarke’s laugh rings out bright and loud, garnering stares from everyone else in the room. “Such a baby,” she says affectionately, tickling his side, and Bellamy flips her off with a harrumph.

He’d like to say that that was the end of all blowjob related topics of conversation.

However, that would be a lie.

Bellamy is by no means a prude, but he just can’t have these types of conversations with Clarke, not without going red and stammering, mostly because when he imagines these types of conversations, there’s far less talking and far more… other activities.

(He also fantasises about mundane things as holding her hand in the supermarket and doing the dishes together at the end of the day because he is in deep and it’s maybe a little bit of a problem.)

“Seriously, you know there’s the internet for all of this, right?” he says, exasperated, one evening after she brings it back up yet again.

Clarke nudges him with a sock clad foot. She’s sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through his Netflix queue while eating his stir fry, the one that she pointedly stole before he could get his hands on it. “Yeah, but you’re an educator, so y’know… educate me.”

“Funny enough, the semantics of giving a blowjob isn’t on the high school history curriculum,” Bellamy says drily, batting away her foot.

Clarke just furrows her brows, pointing a chopstick at him. “Did you use ‘semantics’ on purpose to be punny or…?”

He groans, throwing a piece of sweet pepper at her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re deflecting again,” she clucks.

Bellamy shrugs, not bothering to hide it. “I am, because what you asked before was just plain gross.”

“You work with teenagers all day and you’re telling me that that’s gross?” she asks skeptically. “Sometimes people come on you. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, no, I never understood the appeal of that,” he huffs, and he’s fairly certain he’s red all over. “It just seems unhygienic.”

“You would think so,” she says, smiling fondly as she sits up, “But don’t worry, I don’t really get it either. Besides, I prefer to swallow.”

He doesn’t let his mind wander when she says that; he refuses given that Clarke is sitting right there on his couch next to him and there’s a fine line between jokingly talking about sex with your best friend and imagining having sex with your best when she’s sitting right there.

It doesn’t stop him from huffing again though, even as he fidgets in his seat. “Seriously, what is the upside to having someone… having that.”

“You’re such a prude, it’s adorable,” she says easily, patting him on the leg, “And I guess there’s some science behind it.”

He stares at her in abject horror. “Oh my god. Please don’t.”

“Shut up. There’s like, protein and enzymes and stuff in it. There was a Cosmo article about it a while back.”

“Yes, because Cosmopolitan is the peak scientific resource,” he mutters under his breath.

“Hey, I was an almost doctor,” she points out, placing the take out cartons on the tabletop and curling her legs beneath her, “I know these things, and the science checks out.”

He levels her with a flat look. “You’re not an almost doctor,” he says, “You did two and a half years of premed, stopped, got in a fight about it with your mother, and then lived on my couch for the better part of a year while bemoaning about being unemployed.”

“That doesn’t mean some things didn’t stick,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “Intercostobrachial nerve. Phenylketonuria. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

“God, you’re a dork.”

Clarke just clicks her imaginary finger guns at him. “I’m a dork who’s good at giving head. At least I think I’m good at giving head. No one has complained before.”

“Why do we always end up back here?” he groans, looking heavenward.

“Because we still haven’t come up with an answer to the question I asked two weeks ago,” she replies. And then after a pause during which Bellamy does not stare at her biting her lips, “And also because it’s kind of fun seeing you all flustered like this.”

“I’m glad my discomfort amuses you,” he grumbles, pushing to his feet.

“It kinda does,” she muses, “I mean, I know you’re a nerd, but I’ve also seen you manage to wrangle hookups and even threesomes in the past without doing much work, so it’s funny watching you stumble your way through a discussion about blowjobs.”

Bellamy doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just flips her off, grabbing their empty take out cartons to dispose off in the kitchen. When he comes back, she’s settled on rewatching an episode of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey, and waits until he throws himself back down on the couch, purposefully jostling her in the process, before she starts it. She does however make sure to elbow him in the stomach when she presses play though, just for propriety’s sake.

Halfway through the show and several bad sex puns later, he finally caves and asks, “If you had the answer to the first question you posed, would you finally drop this and go back to being normal?”

Clarke falters for a second, an unidentifiable emotion flittering across her face too quick for him to decipher. “You think I’m not being normal?”

“I think you’re being weird,” he grouses, glancing over at her, “So weird; in fact, next time we go out I’m willing to wingman you just so you can find someone to test your ridiculous theory on.”

It’s a testament to just how fucking strange it’s been that his heart only gives a little twinge at the idea of him helping her find someone else to hook up with.

“Right,” she says, voice a little bit odd, “Thanks for that. In advance I mean.”

He stares down at her, brow furrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Clarke physically shakes herself and sends him a quick but weak smirk. “Yeah. I’m fine. I was just thinking, finding someone to do this with means I’ll have to tell them about all of this, y’know? And then I’d have to blow them again.” She looks sidelong at him, pointedly drumming her fingers against her jaw. “If only there was someone who already knew of it and was willing to take part.”

“What,” is all he can say, frozen in place.

She leans into him, pressing her face against his bicep. “Come on; it’ll be fun!” she cajoles, “Unless you have serious objections of course. Then we can forever ignore this moment.”

A hand drops on his thigh and he jerks as if startled when it traces the seam of his jeans. “What the fuck- now?” he asks, voice strangled. If he had pearls, he’s pretty sure that he would be clutching them at this instance.

“No time like the present,” she says with a toothy smile before sliding off the couch to kneel between his legs.

“Fucking Christ,” he swears, even as he slouches lower in his seat, widening the vee of his legs to make room for her. Despite the increase in blowjob related thoughts Clarke has inspired within him over the past few weeks, never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that they would ever turn to reality. But alas, here they are, Clarke on her knees in front of him while slowly stroking him through his jeans.

Fuck, he’s going to be so be easy.

“I can’t believe you’re going to blow me while Neil Degrasse Tyson talks about the atmosphere of Venus in the background,” he says mildly, trying to keep his hips from jerking up at her touch and struggling to remain some semblance of chill.

She cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, is this not hot for you? Doesn’t all the obscure knowledge really get you going?” she snorts, undoing the snap of his jeans before looking up at him for a second, “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” he shakes his head emphatically, swearing again when she slips her hand into his boxers. “Jesus.”

“Just Clarke is fine,” she snarks, and he tugs on her hair in retaliation. She worries her lip between her teeth, glancing up at him. “Don’t get your hopes up too high though; it’s been a while.”

All in all, it’s a good thing she doesn’t give him a chance to respond, choosing instead to get her fingers wet and free him from his underwear, since Bellamy is pretty sure that he would have said that having her here is all he could need, or something equally as sappy. Instead, he just tips his head back and groans, letting himself be consumed by her touch.

If he’s being honest, it’s probably not the best blowjob he’s ever received. Clarke is obviously out of practice and takes some time getting back into the groove of things, but at the same time, it’s Clarke and he was about ready to bust a nut the moment she got her hands on him. So really, it’s no surprise that after maybe fifteen minutes or so his hand tightens in her hair, and he comes with a guttural groan.

“Fuck,” he pants, head still tipped back as his heartbeat slows to a dull roar in his ears. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she stands up, and Bellamy tugs her to him, pulling her down for a kiss.

At first she’s stiff in his hands, and he thinks that he’s made a terrible mistake. But then, she slides her hand in his hair and parts her lips, letting him lick into her mouth as he chases the taste of him on her tongue, mewling when he nips at her.

“Couldn’t do that if you got come on you face,” he mutters when they part, effectively ruining the mood, and Clarke laughs low and husky.

“That could be someone’s kink; don’t kinkshame, Bellamy,” she tells him, even as she squirms, trying to inconspicuously rub her legs together.

He notices immediately of course, and a sly grin unfurls across his face. “Need a hand there?” he asks, looming over her, letting his hand slide down her side to curl his fingers through her belt loops and tug her to him.

“Please,” is all she says, and Bellamy figures that if this really is just one wild dream, he might as well make the most it, so he slips his hand down the front of her pants and swears when he finds her already wet and wanting. He gets her off twice, just like that, letting her bite his shoulder to muffle her moans, and figures that this has been the hottest hour of his life thus far.

He doubts nothing could ever compare to this and, fuck, he hopes she doesn’t want this to be a one and done kind of thing. If she does, he’ll probably fucking cry.

Things are never that easy though, because as soon as Clarke catches her breath, she pulls away, leaving him strangely cold.

“I should go,” she murmurs, straightening out her shirt and looking anywhere but him.

“Right,” he says, and his voice sounds hollow even in his own ears. He tries to keep his face expressionless, even as his heart sinks, and Clarke stands up.

“I’ll come back tomorrow though,” and although he knows it’s meant to sound placating, it just sounds awkward, and they both cringe. The previous light mood has dissipated, and Bellamy wants to kick himself. This is what he was worried about whenever he thought about pursuing an actual relationship with Clarke, and he’s honestly scared that their friendship could end for good.

So of course, instead of backtracking and trying to smooth over the situation, Bellamy figures he might as well bite the bullet. Go big or go home, right?

She dawdles as she pulls on her shoes and coat, giving him enough time to build up the courage to finally ask, “Or you could stay here?” eyes screwed shut as he braces for the rejection that never comes.

Her hand stills on the coatrack and she turns around to give him a surprisingly shy smile. “Yeah?” she asks, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah. Uh, if you want to. You don’t have to, obviously,” he babbles, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s up to you to choose, I won’t mind if you say no-”

“You’re terrible at this,” she interrupts, biting her bottom lip as she smiles, “Honestly, I can’t believe I ever thought you had game.”

“I have game,” he mutters sullenly.

Clarke tips her head back and laughs, crossing the room and reaching for his hand, twining their fingers together. “No, you really don’t.”

“Shut up,” he tells her, and then can’t even be mad because it gives her an excuse to lean up and kiss him again, short and sweet.

“This would make testing out my hypothesis much easier,” she teases as she leads them off to his bedroom.

He rolls his eyes, even as he continues to smile so wide that his cheeks hurt. “I can’t believe I’m your lab rat,” he laments before pushing her up against the door to kiss her more soundly.

“Yeah you seem really upset,” she breathes when they part, her fingers twined in his hair as he nuzzles her cheekbone.

They don’t do anything else besides make out that night, Bellamy making it his own personal mission to catalogue every sigh and moan he manages to extract from her, and they eventually fall asleep, Clarke curled into him, her face pressed into his neck.

In the morning though, she wakes him up, telling him that it’s time for her to repeat her experiment, and while Bellamy is pretty sure there isn’t any discernable difference between last night’s blowjob and this morning’s one, he does get to eat her out after, getting her off until her muscles are shaking and they’re both drenched in sweat, so he figures it’s a win.

“I can’t believe this actually worked,” she admits, sitting up on the counter while he makes them breakfast. She’s wearing nothing but one of his t shirts, and it’s more than a little distracting.

“I can’t believe you actually planned it,” he shoots back, adding to green onion to the omelette, “You could have just asked me out like a normal person.”

“I was trying to!” protests Clarke, “It was supposed to be a pick up line! ‘Are blowjobs like riding a bike?’ ‘Oh I don’t know, maybe you should test that out.’ ‘You’re right; wanna help?’ See? Easy!”

He plates her breakfast and hands it to her with an unimpressed stare. “That is the shittiest pick up line I have ever heard,” he tells her as they head over to the table, “You don’t get to tell me I have no game when you have negative game.”

“It worked in the long run,” she mutters mulishly, stabbing a piece of bacon viciously.

“Negative amounts of game, Clarke.”

“I don’t even know why I like you; you’re terrible,” she says, kicking at his shins.

Bellamy just leans over and swipes her other strip of bacon, ignoring her gasp and stuffing it into his mouth. “It’s because I cook for you and let you use me in your dumb experiments. Now eat your breakfast before it goes cold.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, but does as he says nonetheless, and they eat breakfast in companionable silence.

“You know,” she muses once they start clearing away the dishes, “Another thing I picked as I became and almost doctor was that the best way to prove your hypothesis right was through repetition.”

“Oh really.” He watches her as he lets the sink full, noting how she bites her lip as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, and twists the hem of her shirt in her hands.

“I figured, now that I have a boyfriend, I could use him to gather more data points,” she says impishly, running her hands across his shoulders.

“Oh yes, we must take advantage of that,” he agrees, turning the tap off before pulling her to him with a squeak.

She’s still giggling when he leans down and takes her mouth with his, kissing her impossibly slow and deep, and making her toes curl with it. He loves the feel of her pressed against him, loves how she has to roll up onto the balls of her feet just to meet his lips, and he grins into it. Bellamy leaves his arm around her waist when the part, and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose, smiling when she wrinkles it.

“I’ll be happy to help you gather all the data you need,” he says, she grins up at him, letting her head fall onto his shoulder.

“Good. I’m glad we could come to an understanding,” she says, looking at him incredibly soft, “It’s a long term experiment.”

This time, he kisses the crown of her head. “I’ll be here for how long you need me.”