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sh0esuke · 3 months ago

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" Frustration " - ENG VERSION.

Starring : Joshua Washington.

Summary : After a few months spent studying in the city, the Washington siblings can finally rest at the Washington Logde located in Blackwood Mountain, this time, the getaway being quite small, they only bring one person with them. The beginning of the weekend starts, and the guest seems to have many catch-up to do with Josh. Without their parents in sight, away from the city, they only have one thing in mind.

Warning : sexual content.

ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad, my account is in my bio, this is the ONLY ONE i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad, j'ai un lien dans ma bio, c'est mon SEUL compte.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 𝟑,𝟎𝟏𝟗.

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A/N : English isn't my first language so I apologise if you find any incoherence/mistake in this work. I tried my best to translate it as I know not many french people read fanfiction about Until Dawn, I wanted to see if i was able to write in English and also maybe find other fans of Josh on this app. I truly hope you will enjoy my work, feel free to criticise anything, I'm willing to learn and get better. Thank you !!

“Are you going to close that window or what ? I’m freezing !”

I bring my hands to my arms, rubbing them generously in order to make my goosebumps disappear. A huge storm is blowing outside, the shutters can’t hold straight, they won’t stop slamming against the windows, and a few snowflakes manage to enter the room and melt on the floor. Even with a blanket on my shoulders and my legs warming up under the sheets, I'm still freezing to death. My whole body is shaking. My toes are iced. Winter has always been rough here, in the mountains, makes me wonder why Josh’s family has made it a tradition to come here every now and then. It must be a habit for him, he grew up there the cold doesn’t do anything to him anymore. But, unfortunately for him, not me. I’m cold and I can’t take it anymore. I await only one thing; for him to close this damn window and join me in bed.

“Give me two sec’ babe, I'm trying to put on some ambiance. Wouldn’t want the neighbors to see us while we wrestle between the sheets, if you know what I mean. Well, you know.” he jokes.

“You won’t wrestle anything if you waste any more time.”

“What ? You’re breaking my heart.. I did all I could to make you happy and It’s a little storm that’s going to come between us ?”

He rotates the window handle. He looks at me questioningly, pretending to be hurt.

“The next house is miles away !” I curse. “Hurry up !”

A smirk takes place on his lips. He approaches the bed, take off his jacket and climb on it before leaning in my direction. Our faces are getting closer. Using my elbows to lean forward, I kiss his mouth. The blanket falls from my shoulder, sags onto the pillow which makes a chill run up my spine –or it’s because Josh’s hand is grabbing my neck, fondling my jaw with his thumb. My stomach wiggles. I close my eyes and let him take over me.

Josh kisses me.

The day was tough, between the walk here in the mountains, cleaning up the place, Josh, Hannah, me and Beth have worked hard in order to make this house a home. The rest of the year it collects dust, we had a lot to do.

I thought about it the whole day. Me, him, finally alone in his bedroom, I dreamed of it between two strokes of feather duster, three snow fights and a non-satisfying meal. So, in this moment, having him against me, his hands on my body and his lips on mine, it’s a fantastic sensation. I need him closer. I want to entirely lose myself to him, forget our exams, the pressure of an uncertain future and our parents’ expectations. Everything falls apart while he is sliding the sheets off my legs to take place between them and while he pushes his tongue in my mouth. I shiver. My fingertips are pulsating, my heart is racing and I'm losing my mind. A fire is burning inside of me, which makes me forget about any kind of coldness and which gives me the irresistible desire to let go.

Josh's lips are tender. They’re thin and unctuous. I’ve always loved touching them, with mine or my finger, other parts of my body. I love feeling them against my skin. They give me the impression of flying. It’s as simple as that : they touch me and nothing else matters, everything disappears only to leave nothing but me and him.

My hands reach his shoulders then his hair. His strands of hair are getting tangled as I caress them. Our lips keep meeting as he’s standing above me, I try to breathe between kisses. His tongue touches mine. I can’t help but whimper. The humid noises escaping our exchange are making me feel funny. I can’t stop. I feel him all around me, everything that my legs touch, my arms, everything my ears hear, my nostril smell. Everything loops back to him.

I’m still cold but his arms wrapped around my waist and his torso crushing my chest are the reason I'm sinking into this burning bubble, leaving me sweating, craving more. I don’t know how but Josh –who was wallowing on the windows a few minutes ago, warms me. His nose blows against my skin. He growls and kisses my lips.

When I suddenly get a grip on his neck and open my eyes, I hear the door of the bedroom creaking. Josh appears lost, gets away from me.

"Joshua ? We’re not interrupting anything ?” says a voice.

We turn our head, jump out of surprise.

“Beth ? Hannah ?”

Josh breaks away from me to get off the bed, swallowing with embarrassment. I can’t blame him. At the same time his sisters enter the room, both of them have a blanket on their shoulders and are holding bowls of food. Shaken up, I pull a strand of my hair behind my ear then clear my throat. It’s not enough to make the knot I feel there disappear though.

“What are you- why are you not asleep yet, hum ?” asks Josh.

“It’s too early.” declares Beth.

“We wanted to watch a movie. Are you guys coming ?” says Hannah.

Sitting cross-legged, I wave my hand at them, to which they enthusiastically respond. Hannah smiles at me.

“We were-” Josh looks at me. “We were a bit busy.”

"You’ll have all the time in the world to make out later, come on ! We’re going to put a horror movie and we’re too scared to watch it alone.”

“You have to protect us !” insists Hannah.

Josh needs nothing less to be convinced, I already know it because he’d never dare say no to his sisters, they are way too precious to him. But the way he stares at me makes me understand he’s afraid I’ll be frustrated. He knows I've been waiting for this. Waiting to get my hands on him. Despite the affection I have for my two friends, I have not come in this desolated place to not enjoy some alone-time with my boyfriend. The whole year, I thought about it. With our studies, our parents, we barely had the time to hang out. This night was supposed to fix it.

Unfortunately, I think I will have to wait a bit more.

My feet fall onto the ground as I get up and get closer to my boyfriend. He seems out of space, looking at me with big eyes, I don’t know if he’s still with us. However, the moment I take his hand into mine, he comes back to us.

“Let’s go, Josh.”

He frowns his eyebrows.

“You sure ?” he asks.

“Mhh. Your sisters are waiting, come on.”

He moves effortlessly, I just have to pull him a little to make him follow Beth and Hannah. They keep the door open for us, giggling happily, I smile back at them. Leaving without us, I hear them rushing to the corridor, almost running down the stairs leading to the living room. Beth yells, her sister laughs. Their enthusiasm warms my heart, I truly didn’t have the heart to ask Josh to stay with me, they are way too adorable. I also believe that since we are not alone, it would be incredibly foolish to stay on our own the whole time we’re here.

Hannah and Beth would’ve understood. They know Josh and I are together –it's been a few years since; I can’t remember what was my life before him- they wouldn’t have minded. It won’t be the last time we leave a place to make love. Nevertheless, it’s not something I like to do; keeping their big brother away from them. Not while knowing he would move heaven and earth for them. I would rather please them and wait a little bit, it’s not like Josh is going to disappear : we have the rest of our lives to make out et have fun under the sheets. I’m not saying it’s not bothering me –of course it is, but I know what choice to make under such circumstances. We will still spend the night together, it’s a win-win situation.

I glue myself to Josh, look up to him. It's hard to see his face when it’s so dark in the house, but I can feel his fingers tightening around mine and his body heat caressing my skin. He’s here, he’s letting me know.

“I can’t believe I missed the best sex of my life.” he curses, makes me laugh.

"The best ?”

"Babe, I promise I had a feeling. Have you seen me ? I even put this little ambiance, made you warm up real’ good.”

“Dumbass, it was just a window...”

“Ah ha,” he cuts me. “I saw how you reacted, you’ve never done this before, you can’t lie to me.”

“What ? You think you’re getting better or something ?”

"I think...? I am !”

Rolling my eyes, I hit his chest.

“Don’t be too full of yourself, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other.”

"And ? Doesn’t mean what I did was for nothing. You would be surprised to see what a little attention to detail can do.”

"You learned that in a porno ?” I asked curiously, about to scoff but still with a mocking smile on my lips.

"Ah ha, very funny, babe.”

Josh kisses my cheek.

“You’re the only girl I want to see finish. I tested a theory which came true, that’s all.”

“That’s actually so sweet I could almost think it was a compliment.”

We arrive at the stairs. Just like Hannah and Beth did previously, we go down them. From here I can see the light of the television, and hear my friends bickering about what film they want to see, I believe they can’t pick between two films.

Josh pulls my hand. I stop walking.

It’s sweet, the way he draws me towards him, pressing me in the center of his arms. I melt under his touch. His body against mine, his beautiful dark eyes fulling staring at me. The natural light going through the shutters make one part of his face glow with a blueish tone, the rest is black, but it’s enough for me. I know every part of him. Spiritually, physically, I don’t need light to find him. It’s hard to believe. That all of this is real, I mean. This universe is big, I’m somebody among billions of other beings, but it’s still given to me. I'm lucky enough to be with the person that I love, to be loved in return and to enjoy fully all of this, I become aware of this the moment his skin encounters mine. Like a strike of lightning. It's too good to be true. Josh and me... It’s.. It's everything I've dreamt of. He’s with me, touching me, caressing me, kissing me. His lips encounter my cheek again as he’s leaning over me.

I don’t know why he stopped us here, between the two stairs. He suddenly took me in his arms and is now leaving kisses all over my face. Coming from him, it’s almost too sweet.

It’s only when he reaches my mouth that he dares to stop. He doesn’t go anywhere else.

Josh kisses me with passion.

Our lips meet, touch each other with such fondness, our saliva becomes one. While his hands are wrapped around my waist, mine are all over his face. I’m holding him. Eyes closes, I’m holding his head, savouring the taste of him. It’s not enough to satiate my thirst of him, but I can satisfy myself with this.

The moment we break away from each other and our forehead comes in contact, I can’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny ?” asks Josh out of breath.

I put my hands on his chest.

Embarrassed, I look away.

"Nothing... I’m starting to regret saying yes to your sisters, that’s all.”

My heart is painful. It beats too fast. My stomach feels heavy.

"Too late now, if we change our mind and go back I’m pretty sure Hannah will kill the both of us.” he jokes.

"You think ?”

"Wouldn’t be the first time she tried. Remember last Halloween when we slipped away ?”

"Oh no... don’t remind me. Sam had to come save us.”

Josh laughs. He touches slowly the top of my head before taking a step back. He is so pretty... I want to kiss him. I don’t even want to move.

I’m fine here.

Perfectly fine.

“Josh, I-”

I need to tell him those three words. However, I can’t, lost into his eyes, his gaze takes away every single word in my mouth. I hold onto him. Losing control.

“You’re so regretting saying yes right now.” he mocks me.

I’m suffocating. It’s hot.

My body is still freezing.

“Shut up.” I grumble.

"Admit it, babe.”

His snarky smile leaves me weak. With the palm of my hand I smack his chest and glare at him. He’s being real' annoying right now... Once he’s started, I fear nothing can stop him.

"You love me so much you can’t spend five minutes without drooling all over me.”

“Ah ! Says the one who kissed me. Between the two of us you’re worse.”

“Me ?” he takes offense.

I grab his hand, force him to walk. He’s shaking me up, I can’t look into his eyes any longer.

"You literally begged me to go upstairs to f- ouch ! Did you just pinch me ?”

"I said shut up.” I reply with a smirk.

"You become violent when we don’t have sex ? That’s new.”

Josh gets closer to me, I jump at the feeling of his lips brushing over my neck. He then whispers into my ear :

"Looks like I'm going to have to fix this.”

"Will you- Will you move...?”

I try to get away from him but he’s not letting go of my hand. It ties me to him. I try to get it back but Josh is faster and grabs it again, he then intermingle our fingers and laughs.

"Are you mad ? Come on, it was just a joke.”

We continue our path down the stairs while still arguing, even after reaching the living room where Hannah and Beth are seated. One on the couch and the other on an armchair. Hannah waves her hand at us and points us to her sister who glares in our direction. I push Josh with a hit from my elbow, let him growl, and suffer on his own to get closer to his sisters.

"Are you guys alright ?” asks Beth, worried.

"Of course ! Why wouldn’t we ?”

Between two whimpers of pain, Josh raises his thumb.

"Everything’s good.”

"See ? Everything’s good, he said.” I add.

Hannah giggles.

“You’re the worst.”

“Come on, Joshua, you’re making your sisters wait, we gotta go, let’s go !”

With all the strength in the world, I grab his wrist and bring him over. Josh keeps a hold on his stomach with his other hand, where I very gently hit him. He doesn’t fight me. He lets me install him on the couch, I go grab us a blanket, knowing it’s cold as winter in the living room, and come back to him in order to find a place in his arms. I’m almost jumping into him. It’s not the night I've dreamt of for the past few weeks but the idea of spending three hours into Josh’s arms doesn’t seems that bad to be honest, even if we’re not doing anything. My boyfriend receives me into his hands and snakes his arms around me, he says nothing the moment I cover mostly myself with the blanket. I even dare to bend my legs and put them over his thighs.

“Are you comfortable, is it okay ?” says Hannah, the tv remote in her hand.

"Amazing.” answers Josh, fully crushed, my arms around his neck.

"What a fool..” says Beth, rolling her eyes.

Hannah clicks on a bouton and the screens turns white, I hold my breath.

Josh and his sisters are immediately getting into the movie, as for me, I have to get used to this scene. Not only this room or the house, but the Washington and the mere fact that this weekend will stay engraved in my memories for the next few years. Nobody moves. I look at them one by one. When comes my boyfriend’s turn, I can’t help but melt; my lips turn into a smile and my gaze softens. I touch the extremity of his jawline, then let my head rest against his : it’s not very comfy. I’m sure I won’t take me long before I start stretching out and find another position, but for now it’s all I want. Being close to Josh, it’s all I crave.

From the corner of my eye, I see something. Something is��moving.

“Mhh ?”

I almost stand up.

What was that ?

“Mhh ? What ?” worries Josh.

He brings me closer to him, his head raised in my direction.

“What ?”

“What’s up ?” he whispers.

I sit back.

“Must’ve been my imagination, sorry.” I respond.

Beth hits the armrest.

“Shush !”

Josh and I look at each other, I can’t help but smile. To be scolded like this is rather funny. Josh hugs me. He leaves me enough time to move to find a more comfortable spot while returning his attention to the TV. Having nothing else to do, I do the same. I squeeze my head on his shoulder, intoxicated by his presence, and observe the same thing as my three friends. From time-to-time, Beth and Hannah share their food with us, make the bowls pass from one person to another –pop-corn, chips- the movie is sprinkled with noises of chewing, small screams. And, sometimes, kisses. It’s perfect. Everything’s perfect.

#joshua washington x reader #josh x reader #joshua washington #josh washington #until dawn

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captain039 · 1 month ago

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Part 4 Heal your hurt

Viktor x reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, health issues, mental health issues, light swearing, chubby reader, intimacy, sexual, friends to lovers, reader has chronic pain

Previous part <-

It’s been days since you’ve seen Viktor. It’s normal for him to go off for days without returning, but this time it feels targeted. Your last interaction was a whirlwind and you figure he needs some space to process what happened, hell you still need to process what happened. His voice was sharp and firm, unlike his usual self. You bush yourself with your book, your MCs have finally confessed and shared a steamy night which left you giggling to yourself till you imagined it was you and Viktor and then you contemplated. When Viktor does stumble home it’s 2 at night. You weren’t asleep, your hips aching from sitting all day. You were awkwardly lying on your stomach with three pillows under your hips which somehow helped a bit. You just hoped he’d not look in and see you in this awkward position. You weren’t able to close your curtains so the moonlight was shining in. You hear him shuffle, sigh, and place things down before he shuffles some more then stops.

“Are- are you awake?” Viktor's uncertain voice comes from your doorway.

“I uh- maybe” you say turning your head so you’re facing him. Your bed is in a position so you can see out the door on your side.

“Is there a reason for such a position?” He asks head tilting a bit.

“Relief?” You say before realising that this looks stupid and suspicious.

“Not like that!- my hips are hurting and if I put pressure on my knees they hurt too so I thought I’d shove pillows under my hips to elevate them and not hurt my knees” you babble in explanation cheeks hot, you’re thankful for your dimly lit room.

“I see” he says simply and you sigh not wanting to move because even if it looks funny it’s not hurting.

“Are you ok?” You ask and he nods.

“A new project?” You add.

“Something like that” he shrugs a bit and you frown a bit as he looks to the floor instead. You nod and he shifts his weight.

“Goodnight,” he says and heads off.

“Viktor-“ you call and move slowly.

“Yes?” He answers stopping.

“Did- did you wanna talk?” You ask sheepishly sitting a little stiffly. He hesitated and you think he’s going to brush you off.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you nod a little too quickly. He walks in and sits down beside you resting his cane beside him. You switch your lamp on wincing at the pain throbbing.

“A bad day?” He asks noticing and you sigh and nod.

“You know when I was growing up, I was always open about my pain, sharing it with my mum because I didn’t know what was going on, always crying in agony leaning on her for help. She let me, she helped me every step of the way and then she got sick when I was 18 and I just bottled it all up. My father became a drunk and I had to do everything around the house and suffer in silence, if I showed any weakness in front of him I knew something would happen. Then my mother passed away and I shut everything down. I forced myself to think that none of this pain was real, made myself work and live alone even if I’d sometimes collapse from exhaustion” you open up to him staring at the floor as memory’s wash over of painful, sleepless nights.

“It’s worse at night,” he says softly and you look at him.

“There’s a throb of pain from my ankle to knee to hip that goes up my spine” You feel your heart break at his words.

“It isn’t a one-off throb, it’s constant, like a heartbeat pulsing” he adds.

“It stiffens my joints and muscles makes them cramp and tense” Your hand twitches to hold his, but you don’t want to scare him.

“Mine is focused, thankfully. Yours is everywhere? Not just your legs and hips?” He asks and you nod.

“My shoulders, neck, arms, chest, ribs” you list sagging a bit to relieve some of the pain in your hips.

“A screw over of creation” you mutter insulting yourself.

“You are not, a ‘screw over of creation’” Viktor says frowning.

“You are beautiful, perfectly imperfect” You look at him noticing his eyes on you intensely and you feel a swell of emotion. You take a small breath and look away embarrassed.

“Were you away a few days because of what happened between us?” You whisper, you know it’s silly thinking but it still lingers.

“I- yes” he sighs and it stings but you nod.

“I don’t know what came over me” he mutters leaning against his cane.

“You were bossy” you try to joke lightly.

“I was” he smiles softly.

“Feelings, are complex, a puzzle I cannot solve with the equation constantly changing every second, there is no answer for emotions and feelings” his words make you frown lightly in thought.

“That’s what makes us human,” you say shrugging a bit.

“I learnt to control my emotions very young, when they spiral so do my thoughts and I cannot have a jumble of thoughts as an inventor” You understand what he’s saying, sort of, you get where his point of view is coming from.

“You cannot have emotions when inventing otherwise you mess up” he adds and for some reason, it leaves a hole in your heart, a string breaking.

“But you- you bring these feelings forwards, emotions I cannot understand, but it doesn’t… make me spiral in a way I don’t enjoy” his admission makes you tense on the spot and you hold your breath thinking this is some sort of dream.

“When we were young, you never shied away from me or my strange inventions, you were always intrigued you never left me alone” he smiles faintly and you do too. It was true, you hardly let him be by himself whenever you were out.

“I was found by the academy and moved through training to be an assistant. I always wondered if I’d see you again” he says softly.

“The first time I did I didn’t believe it, I was heading home very late and I saw you, exhausted in a dirty white shirt and black pants covered in flour” You frown lightly. He saw you coming home from work?

“I thought I was going mad seeing you, but then I saw you again, and again, same time leaving the bakery” he explains.

“I never saw you,” you say confused.

“I didn’t want you to see me” he says and you frown.

“What- why?” You say baffled.

“You were so beautiful” he whispers and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sweaty, covered in flour and dirt?” You ask.

“Raw, unrefined, perfectly imperfect” he mutters.

“I saw your advertisement for a shared apartment and for selfish reasons I took it down and contacted you about it” You remember that day. Getting a letter signed with the letter V when you saw him at the apartment you were shocked. You figured V stood for Victoria or something like that, his hand writing was so neat.

“I watched you over the years, you’d become your own woman and I my own man, I watched the way you pushed yourself when you were working, finding you passed out on the couch, still in dirty work clothes” You remember the day Viktor had talked to you about your job, saying he could afford it if you quit, you’d never been so relieved in your life but you swore to work for rent another way. So you worked out a system you’ve stuck by. You wondered what he was getting at thought with all this reminiscing.

“I started- to fall,” he says and you frown, fall? Fall in work? Life?

“Fall?” You say confused.

“In love” he says and you freeze processing.

“In love” you repeat and he nods.

“With- me?” You add.

“Yes with you” he confirms and you blink a few times.

“You fell in love with me?” You repeat.

“I did,” he says.

“You did? You’re not anymore?” You frown and you hear him sigh annoyed, a hand goes to your face and forces you to look at him before his lips are pressed against yours. You’re shell-shocked before you kiss back hand lifting to grip his vest.

“I sometimes forget you’re a little oblivious to things” he mutters against your lips you go to argue back but he silences you with his lips again. His thumb strokes against your cheek and you’re the one to pull back to breathe. His hand falls and you pant softly as you process the kiss.

“I’m not oblivious” you finally manage and you hear him laugh softly. It’s one of the rare times you’ve seen him laugh.

Next part ->

#x reader #arcane viktor #Viktor #Viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader

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allisluv · 15 days ago

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this is a random idea, and you totally dont have to write it if you arent comfortable but could i maybe request a oneshot about reader who sh with finnick and like they havent had sex yet because she doesnt want him to see her scars and its just lots of comfort and really fluffy?

good things come to those who wait.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!victor!reader

content warnings: this work contains topics regarding self-harm and scars, however nothing is graphic at all, and this is mainly focused on the comfort aspect of things. finnick is a sweetie pie, pre-established relationship, mentions of sex but nothing intimate, hurt/comfort.

word count: 1.0k

author's note: this is a topic that really hits home with me, and my intentions are never and will never be to offend anyone. my inbox and dm's are always open. this work is purely made to help people feel less alone, not to romanticise any topics covered.

Finnick has always been ever so sweet with you. He has never once made you feel pressured into doing anything you weren’t ready for, and that’s one of the many things that separate him from your past boyfriends.

You know he would never even think about judging you for the scars on your thighs but no matter how much you reassure yourself that he wouldn’t mind, there is still that tiny voice in the back of your head that says, “What if?”

You’re seven months into your relationship with Finnick when you decide that it’s best you sit him down and have a conversation with him about how youre feeling. Things are starting to get serious and you can tell that despite his gentleness and his patience, he’s beginning to worry that there’s another reason for why you havent slept with him yet. Finnick opened up to you about his sexual trauma in the Capitol pretty early on into your relationship and you don’t want him to worry that you think he’s “broken” or “damaged goods” and that’s why you haven’t slept with each other yet, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

You think Finnick is without a doubt the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on— but he’s so much more than that, too. Hes considerate and thoughtful and caring and kind and you don’t want to ever make him think he’s not good enough.

So despite your anxiety, you push through and anxiously wait on the sofa for Finnick to return home from his dip in the ocean.

Your heart is thudding against your ribcage so fast that you fear it may jump straight out of your chest. The front door opens and shuts before Finnick calls out your name.

“Im in here!” You shout back, focusing all your effort on keeping your voice steady and calm.

Finnick peeks his head into the living room and smiles. Two dimples poke into his cheeks, one on either side of his mouth, as he grabs a beach towel off the radiator and starts to dry himself off. He’s caught off guard when you don’t immediately start chastising him for dripping water in the house, and that is the first thing that sends bells off in his head. “Angel? You okay?”

You suck in a steadying breath and pat the sofa next to you. “Can we talk?” Finnick’s mind starts whirring into overdrive as he worries that you might be breaking this off with him, and you instantly backtrack when you see the panic on his face. “No, no, I’m sorry. Don’t panic, I just need to tell you something. It’s nothing bad, Finnick, I promise.”

He seems to relax a little at your comforting words but his steps are still tentative as he crosses the room and sits down on the sofa next to you. “Alright,” He says warily. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You know this is going to be an awkward conversation to have, but both you and Finnick agreed that communication was key to maintaining a healthy relationship. You figure you might as well be honest and get this over with. There’s no point in beating around the bush so you come right out and say it as bluntly as possible. “I wanted to talk about why we haven’t had sex yet. I mean, that’s something you want, right?”

Finnick nods reassuringly. “Of course it is but only when you’re ready. I don’t want you feeling pressured into it.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “I want to. God, I really, really want to. I’m just scared.”

Finnick tilts his head to one side but slowly reaches out to grab your hand. He intertwines your fingers together. “Okay. What are you scared of, angel?”

It takes everything in you not to burst into tears and you have to clear your throat a couple of times before talking aloud. “I have scars. On my thighs.”

Realisation dawns on Finnick but he doesn’t open his mouth to say anything. Instead, he nods to show that he is listening, and squeezes your hand to encourage you to continue.

“I was going through a really tough time after I won my games. I turned to some… well, less than healthy coping mechanisms. I’m better now. I haven’t done… that, in a good few years. But I still have scars from it.” You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes trained on a spot on the floor in front of you. “I know you wouldn’t judge me but I was just scared that you’d think I was damaged or—”

“Okay, let me stop you there.” Finnick cuts in. His voice is stern but soft. “Angel, some scars don’t scare me, and they certainly don’t make me think you’re anything less than beautiful. All it does is tell me how resilient my girl is. I would never think less of you for this. I need you to know that, alright?”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. “No, I know that, I just— I don’t know. I was scared you were gonna leave me.”

Finnick uses his free hand to smooth your hair off your forehead. “I know, angel, I know,” He murmurs. “Youre not gonna get rid of me that easily, okay? I’m in this for the long haul.” He smiles softly and knocks his shoulder into yours.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you finally make eye contact with him. “You’re not saying this just to make me feel better, right?”

Finnick scoffs but his voice is full of affection when he speaks. “Angel, you should know by now that I’m gonna tell you the truth, regardless of if you want to hear it or not.”

You chuckle. “Fair point, well made.” You hesitate. “So, you know, just to clarify, you do want to sleep with me?”

Finnick grins. “More than anything. But we’re gonna do this at your pace, okay? We’re gonna take it as slow as you need.”

Your lips tug downwards into a frown. “You don’t mind waiting?”

Finnick pecks your forehead. “You know what they say, good things come to those who wait.” He pauses. “And, angel?”

“Mhm?”

“Scars or not, I still think you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 2 years ago

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Dating Edmund Pevensie Would Include...

From my Wattpad!!

warnings: sexual allusions, not proofed

IN NARNIA

- your sassy King - Edmund is sooooo possessive of you - Between Caspian, Peter, and all the other horny Narnian boys, he has to be - Sitting by the water and reading together is your favorite thing - Dressing in his blouses... - ...and him taking them off of you;) - You love running your hands through his hair - He slaps them away but - He secretly loves it - Him sneaking into your bed chamber at night - Wrapping his arms around you - Or you sneaking into his after a looong day of "kingly" work - Calming him down after an argument with Peter or while negotiating - Sex after too - Watching him train - He is sweaty... - and tries to hug and kiss you - You try to fight it, - But you always end up losing... - Maybe on purpose - He loves kissing you - Anywhere - And everywhere - He gets a little scandalous too - He has definitely made you squirm under the dinner table a few times - You scolded him that night - "Edmund! You will never do that again!" - "Well, did you enjoy it Darling?" - You didn't reply which only aided in the boosting of his ego and the wide grin on his face - Lots of kissing in the corridors. - And let's just say Peter is very annoyed at how thin the walls are - He has a pretty dirty mind but he won't pressure you into doing anything - He keeps his fantasies to himself - Until you find out... - Shushing him when he whispers dirty things into your ear - Yelling for you in the middle of a battle - "Y/N!" - "Edmund! Are you hurt?" - "No, Love! Just wanted to say I love you!" - "You're an idiot!" - He's usually stressed after a battle - Naturally, you "calm" him down - Not to mention how damn good he looks after a battle... - messy hair, his dark eyes flaming, sweaty, a little bloody, pale skin flushed - you trace his freckles while laying in bed <3 - hugs from behind - he also loves your hair - mostly when it's down - when you're talking on the shoreline? he will reach behind you and take it down - making out? your hair is coming down - even in battle one day. - Your hair was in a loose knot on top of your head - "FOR NARNIA!" - Peter had led the rest of the Narnian soldiers into battle - Before you could go with them, Edmund pulled you back - "Stay safe. If you die, my Love, I'll kill you." - He kissed you quick and ran off into battle - It wasn't until he'd gone that you realized he had taken your hair ribbon with him

IN ENGLAND (Modern)

- def started as academic rivals - you'd constantly catch him looking at you... and vice versa - he surprised you by asking you to the school dance - you surprised him by saying yes - when he saw you in your dress, he swears his heart stopped - he kissed you that night and from then on, your heart was his - still academic rivals, tho - the two of you sit in silence reading all the time - in the library - in his room - at the park - you form a lovely relationship with Lucy, oftentimes going to the Pevensie residence to spend time with her and not Edmund - His siblings love how you bring out his happier side - His nice side too - You like to watch him study - His lips pull into a small pout and sometimes he whispers aloud and you think it's the cutest thing - whenever one of his sweatshirts goes missing he calls you - "No Ed, I don't know where it is." - But then you show up at his house wearing the same sweatshirt he was asking for - "You cheeky little liar." - He's shyer in the real world about PDA during the beginning of your relationship, something about being in Narnia gave him more confidence - When you're walking together he will link his pinkie with yours - whenever you kiss his face, cheeks, nose, and forehead, a deep blush crosses his face - especially in front of his family - but any moment you are alone, his Narnian confidence comes out - His kisses are sweet and gentle - Until they aren't... - "Darling, you have to be quiet, don't want anyone to catch us, now do we?" - if you call him "king" or "your majesty" in the real world, you're done for - "say it again" - he goes feral - he loves it when you read to him - the way you get so concentrated on the words and so into the story - his favorite memories with you are when his head was in your lap, watching you intently as you read him your favorite books - for some reason, edmund is always cold??? - but that's ok because it means he always needs you to warm him up - snuggled up together by the couch? yep - sitting on his lap while reading? been there. - your body draped over his while watching movies? done that. - he is so touchy as time goes on - he always has to be touching you - is sad when you aren't touching - you read a lot, sometimes indulging in "spicy" books, which naturally, you hide from him - one day, he walks into your room while you are reading one. - "Hello, darling." - you snap the book shut, a blush already fanning your face - "what are you reading there?" - "nothing..." - your attempts to keep the book from him fail miserably, as he is a strong soldier and king - you hide your face in your hands as he reads over the pages, grinning - "Darling, what is this?" - you are mortified - he pulls your hands from your face and you look at his cheeky, handsome face - "are you reading porn?" - you scream into his chest while he laughs - he pulls your face to his and kisses you - "would you like me to do that, my love?" - he's a book boyfriend FOR REAL FOR REAL - pet names pet names pet names - darling, my love, princess, m'lady, sweetheart. - he's just so... - cheeky - and the sass follows wherever he goes

hehe i love him

#edmund x reader #king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x reader smut #narnia smut #narnia #narnia edmund

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 9 months ago

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I'm getting a bit tired of the fandom's overwhelming consensus that Eddie is surely gay even thought there are plenty reasons why his relationships with women would not have worked out.

Personally bisexuality makes more sense to me, and I feel like that's what the show is trying to show, too. And since the show already had "closeted gay man in a "straight" marriage, I think it would make more sense to go for Bi Eddie.

Because Eddie is different from Buck even if he's also bi. Religion. His family's expectations. Marriage. Parenthood. And I also think - earlier realization of sexuality even though he remains closeted. Fun fact: that's what bisexuals do! Even in supportive environments, we stay in the closet the most and the longest.

I'd really like for Eddie to be bi.

Eddie's the type of bi in disguise that the world is full of and nobody notices because the marriage with a woman would be a true one.

This matters because it seems like there's this odd idea that these bisexuals are doing fine in the closet. Why talk about them?

The reality is actually that according to just about every study, bisexuals are distinctly not fine.

The biphobia and erasure comes from all directions. People expect and understand the concept of heterosexuality and homosexuality well enough. Bisexuals...?

It's called the Double Closet. Expectation to either be straight, or gay, and if you're anything else you're just confused.

Also, bisexuals may not just have shitty parents. They also end up falling in love and marrying people who are biphobic. Fun times.

Anyway, I'm listing my reasons why Eddie being into women and men would make the most sense to me:

He agreed with Shannon that sex was never the issue for them.

His marriage to Shannon failing? He was young, the pregnancy was unplanned, he was pushed to marry a high-school sweetheart at young age and then facing the stress of trying to figure out how to raise a special needs child with her.

He went to a war, and returned traumatized. Trauma tends to make everything even harder.

Their mutual lack of trust and communication.

Meddling parents.

Perhaps... Being a closeted bisexual dating a woman who does not know.

Because that's one way to keep a partner at a distance - by hiding a part of yourself.

Losing a loved one, being afraid to love again.

Being pushed to date too soon after grief and trauma.

Falling for a male friend who he thinks is straight.

Being pushed to date someone else.

Oh and the panic attacks - Learning that his friends have died,

being shot by a sniper and thinking Buck was hurt,

ending up in a rapidly developing relationship with someone who is falling in love with him...

When he just likes her... but feels pressured to keep the relationship going anyway.

Because his son loves that person, and Eddie is programmed to go for marriage in every relationship he ends up in. Catholic guilt... They love marriage.

Family expecting him to be straight. Family pushing him to date despite him saying he isn't ready.

Being totally new in the dating world. No wonder he talks about performance anxiety and feeling like he needs to perform - his heart isn't in it.

Also he's probably never even been on dates. How to act on dates? He's not a teenager anymore, it's embarrassing and awkward to fumble and not know the dating culture.

Also when we first meet Eddie he's only been with one woman. Women aren't carbon copies. Sex can be intimate and awkward with someone new. Of course he'd be nervous.

Then finding out that his girlfriend was almost a nun... and being closeted bisexual!

And so on. Nothing actually says the man MUST be gay, and I feel weirded out by the insistence that he surely is gay.

I feel like... Maybe the show expected this, that people would dismiss his interest towards women, and wanted to make the queer community check their prejudice?

Because that episode which focuses on Eddie's fight club and has that super queer coded ice skating scene??

It's Hansel pushing Gretel away... How gay! Expect then we find out that Hansel was only scared that she would miss out an huge opportunity by staying with her. A role in the big leagues.

And that joke about Bobby being a hockey player and a figure skater??? And saying

"Who says you can't do both?" while a piece composed by Paganini - also famous for mastering both guitar and violin, plays.

The shot shows Buck AND Eddie, and Hen with Chimney looking and pointing at them in amazement.

Saying "We'll google for photos later!"

Maybe the implication of

"Who says you can't do both" being referred to isn't just

"Who says you can't do both women and men?"

.... but ALSO "Who says you can't write both of these characters to be bi?".

#911 on abc #911 buddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie 911 #evan buck buckley #911 abc #tv: 911 #eddie díaz #911 speculation #who says you can't do both

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animeniacss · 1 year ago

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Memories in Ink - Seungcheol x Reader One-Shot

Synopsis: When you and Seungcheol talk about getting matching tattoos, you decide the only way to truly decide what you want is with a pen, a few beers, and your canvas-like skin.

Genre: Non-idol!Cheol, Tatted!Cheol, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, One-shot, Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Implication (Nothing explicit but be mindful), Humor

Length: approx. 3092 words

Memories in Ink - Seungcheol x Reader One-shot

Seungcheol’s head was fuzzy after a few drinks of alcohol. It only felt fuzzier when you approached him. His eyes took in the sight of you, wearing one of his large band tee shirts and – based on his quick inventory of your frame – nothing else. It made him grin, the dopey kind that offered his dimples to poke out. When you approached him, waving two drinks in his direction, Seungcheol silently welcomed you by pressing his palms behind him into the floor, denim-clad legs spread to offer you a spot in between them.

You nestled into the spot happily, handing Seungcheol a beer bottle. He took it into one hand, the other wrapping around your waist. His chin nestled in your neck, finding comfort in its warmth as he watched you take a long sip of your drink. When you set it on the coffee table, your hand replaced it with his arm. You examined it after picking it up from your waist. Seungcheol’s eyes studied you as your fingers traced along his arm muscles, along the few tattoos he had. “Having fun?” he asked in a low, amused hum. You nodded, and that only made Seungcheol nestle your neck a bit more, peppering a few butterfly kisses into the crook of your neck to make you giggle.

“Did they hurt?” he asked. Seungcheol shook his head. Your fingers continued tracking his arm, brushing along every tattoo. There weren’t too many, but they were beautiful and detailed. When you reached his hand, you propped it up. Seungcheol allowed his fingers to spread as you ran your hand along it. Your finger pressed against the small 95 written right under his pinkie finger. “Is this for your birthday? 1995?” you asked.

Seungcheol nodded. “Yeah. The three of us all have it.” Seungcheol’s hand turned enveloping yours into his own, encompassing it in a warm bubble of affection. “It was my idea. Jeonghan didn’t want to, but Jisoo and I convinced him after a bit of time.”

“That’s nice. I want to get one too.”

“Let’s get a matching one.” He suggested, but maybe it was the alcohol. When your head whipped around to finally stare at him, Seungcheol’s eyes widened at how stunned your reaction was. “What?” he asked.

“Really?” you grinned. Seungcheol laughed a bit at your sudden eagerness to the idea.

“Sure.” He said. He felt you release his arm, crawling from your spot in his lap and towards his desk drawer. As he watched you, he caught a peek of the shorts you had thrown on, hidden under the long tee shirt. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. You sat up on your knees, rummaging through the little drawer until you pulled out a pen. His eyebrow arched, silently observing you as you crawled back over to him. Nestling yourself back into his lap, you held up the pen.

“I have the best idea.” You said. Seungcheol sipped his drink as you took hold of his free arm. You held the pen in your hand, pressing it onto his skin. The sensation, the pressure tickled at first, but he remained still as you doodled on his arm, right beside his tattoo of a quote from one of his group's first albums. He couldn’t get a great look with your body acting as a barrier. He tilted his head to the side. “Come on, what are you making? I’m not good at this ‘Ghost Drawing’ game. I can’t guess.” A laugh escaped your lips.

“Here.” Seungcheol took his arm, admiring the little work of art you added to his growing collection. He saw a picture of a heart with a very ridiculous smiley face, each eye pupil facing in a different direction and its tongue sticking out. You smiled when he shot you a confused look.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“You don’t like it?” you asked curiously.

“What made you think of this?” he asked. Your laugh continued a bit, and Seungcheol’s arm wrapped around you, pulling you playfully to his chest. “You’re much drunker than you look, hm?” he asked.

“No,” you said, reaching for your half-empty bottle to prove your point. “Now I am.” You tossed the rest of the drink back. Seungcheol took the pen from the floor, reaching out and taking your arm. You turned your body, finally fully facing him. He gently rubbed along your skin, untouched up until this point. He glanced up at you, watching as you settled into your new position, before lifting your arm and pressing a playful kiss to your skin. Your head lolled to one side, grinning. That sound got Seungcheol’s Pavlov going, and he pressed another. Then one more, before he finally pulled back. In place of his lips, he pressed the pen to your skin. You squirmed for a second, Seungcheol’s grip only tightening to keep you steady.

“Don’t be such a baby.” He mumbled behind a smile. You leaned forward, using his forehead as a resting place to see. His tongue was sticking out from his mouth as he doodled away, and similar to him, you couldn’t get the best view with his head in the way. You simply took the moment to close your eyes, taking in the pressure on your skin as the warmth that enveloped you in a blanket. “Done.” Seungcheol finally said, and your eyes fluttered open. When you looked down, you grinned a bit.

“…What the hell is that?” you asked, lifting your arm for a better look. Upon closer inspection, it looked like…a face. A crudely drawn one, with an attempt at defined features that fell flat even on untouched, flat skin. Your response of an amused snort caused Seungcheol to pout.

“What?!” he asked. “It’s me!”

“How the hell do our tattoos match?” you asked, holding the two side by side. Seungcheol scanned the two for a minute, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh yeah. We were doing that.” You tossed your head back, another laugh ripping your body as you shoved him playfully, finally giving him the sign to laugh as well.

“Well, let me draw me on you so then we can match.” You reached for the pen, Seungcheol’s hand extending up and away from your grasp in playful response. When you stretched as far as you could, you groaned. “Cheol…” you murmured.

That pet name made the back of his neck burn, and he became putty in your hands, putting the pen in your grasp once again. He watched as you took another part of his arm, resting your head against his chest once again as you began your next work of art. Seungcheol looked down at you without another word as you worked. His head lolled to the side, resting his cheek onto the top of your head as you continued. His free hand snaked to your hip, snaking up the band tee and drawing gentle circles along your hip bone. You shivered a bit, but it didn’t stop you from your work.

“I’m thinking a big statement piece. Right here.” You laughed a bit, pressing your entire hang right on his forearm. Seungcheol snickered a bit, his cheek still finding a comfortable resting spot on your head.

His curiosity was piqued. “Of?”

“I’m thinking flowers and skulls and blood and-.” Seungcheol’s laughter caused you to look up, a grin on your face as you watched him cover his mouth. He leaned back a bit, shaking his head. “Am I really that funny?” you asked, hand raising to his hair and stroking it a bit. Seungcheol looked at you, shaking his head in amusement. When he snorted, the sound that came from his nose made both of your drunken brains begin cackling in amusement.

“Are you kidding? I’m not getting blood on my arm.” He finally managed to get out after a fit of laughter. Despite this, you took his arm back into your grasp, the pen getting to work on designing this ‘statement piece’. “You’re wasting your time.”

“But think of how cool it’ll be!”

“I don’t want to.” Seungcheol smiled. His free hand rubbed gently along your side, finally giving in and allowing you to doodle. This one seemed to take the longest, and Seungcheol hummed. “This is taking forever. Imagine how long a professional will take.”

“Are you saying I’m not a professional?!” You didn’t look up, but your voice was very offended.

“No. You’re not. Also-.” He watched as your hand shook a bit, causing a line to curve and squiggle, the sight alone sending you into a fit of giggles. “You’re drunk.”

“Okay. You got me there.” You snorted. Halfway through, you seemed to get bored, because you picked the pen up and immediately turned towards Seungcheol, taking his other hand in your grasp. “Wha- Hey.”

“I already don’t like it.” You said, and Seungcheol smiled. He watched you brush against his skin a few times, along the already inked doodles, and finally settle the pen onto one untouched piece. “There. This one won’t take long at all.” Seungcheol nodded, watching as you got to work. This hand remained trapped at your side, his fingers tickling your skin right where he could touch. You gasped in surprise. “Hey!” You looked up at him only to be met with a grin. “Do you want me to do this nice, or not?”

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He said. You finally pulled your pen away, and Seungcheol was left face to face with a music staff. The staff had 2 little whole music notes on either side. In the middle were two other non-music note symbols. Both were hearts, interlocked together as they supported one another on the lines of the staff. He chuckled.

“Oh, this one looks like one I’d get.” He admitted. “Very nice.” You nodded, before leaning down and pressing a kiss on the skin right beside the music note. “Hm?” His eyebrow cocked, though an amused smile sat on his lips. You glanced up at him, taking another beer in your hand and sipping.

“I couldn’t help it…” you murmured shyly behind the rim of the bottle. In response, Seungcheol reached out when you were distracted by your beer, taking the pen back into his grasp. “I’ve got a few more. Your arm, please.” He hummed playfully, to which you reluctantly obliged. Seungcheol pulled you back into his chest, holding you there comfortably as he extended your arm out. The pen pressed against the skin right above your inner elbow, the sensation causing you to immediately retract.

“Aaaah, that tickles.” You squirmed.

“But it’ll look really cool. I’m thinking vines and flowers.” His reasoning in no way swayed you fully, but he still extended your arm and got to work.

The both of you sat like that for a little while longer, exchanging the pen and doodling the first thing that came to your mind on each other’s skin. You were one another’s canvases at that point, open to endless possibilities. Each time a new doodle was added, as you had been, you both ended it by planting a little kiss right beside it. Your author’s mark, it seemed. Before you knew it, a few beers and a few pens later, your arms were covered in decorative doodles. As you admired them, Seungcheol finished his last beer, a deep sigh escaping his lips. You looked over at him.

“I hope this comes off.” You said. He grinned.

“You’re worried about that now?” he asked. Leaning forward, he pulled you closer onto his lap, arms snaking around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck. Your hands loosely fell along his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his head and neck. “I think I drank too much.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Yeah?” you laughed a bit, and he only nodded in confirmation. Looking down, you took Seungcheol’s arm into your grasp one last time.

“You have more?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded, pressing the back of the pen against his cheek.

“Get a tattoo of your dimples.” You said. He grinned into the pen, his dimples poking out. “Perfect.” As if that somehow answered his question, you looked down at his arm, snaking down to his wrist. Taking the pen, you pressed the tip between the doodle of a drawn penguin and an even worse attempt – well more like four attempts – at drawing a perfect star. You began doodling. Seungcheol watched you, pulling away just a bit to give you the space you needed to sit comfortably as you drew. His wrist sat loosely in your hands, fingers wiggling each time the tip pressed against the sensitive parts of his wrist. “Almost done. Don’t be such a baby.”

Seungcheol pouted at his earlier comment being thrown back at him. “I am not.” He argued, but you only laughed at him. Upon further inspection, Seungcheol noticed what looked to be a steam being formed on his wrist, each line laying over where one of his veins might one day pop up. Once the lines were in place, your pen pressed back in again. Your view was upside down, so when your head tilted a bit to see better, Seungcheol had to laugh. Finally, you pulled the pen back. Seungcheol went to pull the picture to his face for a better view, but you stopped him quickly. “What?” he asked, eyebrow arched. You turned his wrist towards you one last time, pressing a kiss just above it, on the palm of his hand. He smiled a bit unable to control the trickle of red on his cheeks. “Oh.” He muttered sheepishly. Finally ready, he turned it towards himself. The fruit, he noticed.

“I like that one.” You said softly. Pressing your own wrist beside his, which was a bit smaller, you pointed. “I’ll get the same thing. We can get them colored in, maybe each cherry is a different shade of red. Something to tie them both together.” The fact that it was already planned out was amusing, if not touching, to Seungcheol. His finger brushed against the ink, a light smudge brushing against the steam and leaf portion.

“Where’d you think of this one?” he asked curiously.

“Cherry sounds like Cheolie.” You admitted, the verbalization of your thoughts only made your cheeks match the intended color of the fruit in question. “I don’t know. You don’t think it’s cheesy?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.” He laughed when his comment was rewarded with a playful shove. “It’s cute. I like it.”

“Okay. Good.” You seemed to remember at that moment that these were all drawn in pen, not professional tattoo ink. “Oh. Let me get my phone.” You got up from Seungcheol’s lap one more time, making him look over and follow your steps to the kitchen counter, where you had left your phone in exchange for the first few rounds of drinks. Scrambling back over, you knelt down and positioned Seungcheol’s wrist. “Hold still.” You said.

“Okay.” He watched as you snapped a few pictures of his wrist for the future. “If we did get there, we’d absolutely have to pick a different spot. Maybe my forearm.” You looked up at Seungcheol put his hands over his head, allowing his forearms to bulge out just a bit. He traced the place he was thinking with his other hand, your eyes following the stunning muscle very carefully. Very carefully. Seungcheol immediately noticed how quiet you went, and it made him grin. “Deal?” he asked.

“Uh. Okay.”

“You have no idea what I said.” He smirked.

“Yes, I do!” You gasped, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I could have just had you agree to get a tattoo of me on your forehead and you would have said yes. You were so focused.” Seungcheol, cockiness starting to return, flexed his forearms once again. You groaned, covering your face in your hands as Seungcheol laughed. “You’re too funny.” He said. Two fingers spread apart, allowing your eyes to appear enough to look up at Seungcheol, who was still grinning like an idiot at how flustered he had made you. Finally setting his arms down, he reached forward and pressed a little kiss to your head. You pouted, but the kind gesture made you melt into his touch a bit more, nestling closer. He chuckled in amusement. For the first time since the both of you made your home on the floor, silence filled the area, both of you just taking a second to enjoy each other’s company.

Seungcheol’s lips pulled from your forehead, just barely, as you could still feel the breath tickle your forehead. Your eyes darted up just as you heard him mumble: “I think I really love you.”

“Cheol…” you breathed softly, looking up at him. “Come on.” Those words tugged at your heartstrings.

“I’m serious.” He said. “Dead serious.”

“Heh…” You smiled a bit as Cheol’s hands gripped your waist, fear in his touch that you would get up and leave. However, you only scooted closer, brushing hair from his face. Seungcheol looked down at you, his glazed and slightly drunk eyes shaking as they studied your face. “I love you too.” You breathed. “Just promise you’ll tell me again when you’re sober, okay?”

A deep chuckle, followed by: “Okay.” And a swift dip of his neck to offer you a kiss. You immediately returned it, both of your bodies melting together. Your hands snaked up to his neck, gripping it in an attempt to pull your closer to you so that you could never forget this moment even after your mind sobered up a bit. Seungcheol seemed to have the same idea, pulling you close to him by clinging to your waist.

When your hands slipped down to his chest, thumbs rubbing light circles right under his collarbones, Seungcheol pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. He took a second, both of you catching your breath before he spoke. “Want to see which of these things washes off first?” he asked. You nodded, smiling. Seungcheol grinned, standing up. Just as you got to your feet, Seungcheol pulled you close. His arms wrapped just under your butt, and you shrieked as he hoisted you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist for support. It didn’t help much, as he staggered a bit in hopes of steadying himself. “Are you sure you’re sober enough for this?” you asked, looking down at him. “Uh, no.” he hummed, before spinning around and making his way into the bathroom.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 10 months ago

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One Shot: I wish I could take back my words

Pairing: Justin H. Min x Black Plus Size Reader

"You-you just don't understand..." Justin sighed in frustration, the room thick with the ongoing tension between you two. A delightful, relaxing afternoon of the two of you cooking together, talking for hours and making some sweet love now had turned into an argument.

It all had started with a joke you had giggled out, mentioned that Justin's racist fans would maybe try to boycott the final season of The Umbrella Academy due to him dating a gorgeous black woman like you. At first, you thought that he'd laugh along with you because the idea was actually funny but once you were met with Justin's cold stare, you knew that you might have struck a nerve.

A big one even.

"What don't I understand, Justin? It was a stupid joke, of course your show will air its final season. Hundred thousands of people are eagerly waiting for it. Netflix won't consciously fumble their bag like that..." you explained with a sigh, slowly getting annoyed too now.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, not cuddling anymore but shooting cold glares at one another now. You did miss the soft warmth of your boyfriend's chest, the soft thumping of his steady heartbeat near your ear.

"Babe, the joke is offensive. Imagine one of my fans saying that about you? Wanting me to dump you due to your skin color...".

Your eyes widened at this statement while a dark cloud of anger started bubbling in your stomach.

"Wow" you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief while clenching your jaw. "Would you dump me for your fans?". The question shot out of you before you could even realize it. Your boyfriend blinked in shock as his cheeks suddenly changed into a soft pink shade. He didn't say a word.

Justin was prone to blushing for 3 reasons:

1. Embarrassment

2. Sexual arousal

3. Being caught doing something

Your eyes didn't leave his rosy cheeks as he suddenly struggled to create a sentence, tumbling over a few syllables as his eyes avoided your face.

"Talk to me..." you whispered, an uneasy feeling now creeping under your skin, a part of you wanting to run and hide but this was not the time for such foolery.

"I-I wouldn't...", your boyfriend hushed in a whisper so light, you easily could've overheard it.

"But..?" , you added.

"I've been having some doubts." , Justin finished. It was quiet after his statement as you needed a few seconds to actually chew over his words. This was new. Not once had you noticed or thought about your lover having doubts about your relationship. About you.

"My love" he gently whispered, panic slowly rising within him. This was not how he had planned to address his fears. The sight of you sitting there, shocked and speechless was very unpleasant. He knew that he had hurt you. He knew that he had reacted in the wrong way.

"What are your doubts about?" you asked, fixing your eyes back to his face while your heart sounded in your chest. Your fingers automatically started to tap softly against your thick thighs, a habit you had when you felt hurt or vulnerable.

"What if my fans could never accept our relationship? I've never dated outside my race and don´t get me wrong (Y/N)- I love our relationship...But I also feel like I´ve somehow turned my back towards like....my people...you know?", Justin finished, anxiety seeping through his body like a massive tidal wave. He had finally voiced his deepest worries and based off the look on your face, he knew that he had also hurt you.

All you could do was blink slowly, his words replaying themselves in your head. The painful pressure you felt in your chest was hard to ignore, the lump forming in your throat very hard to swallow. You were hurt, deeply.

"If...If you-", you could barely form a sentence. This wasn´t your first interracial relationship, you had gained enough experience to feel secure about yourself and your cultural background. But this was new.

"If you feel worried about turning your back on your people, then maybe you shouldn´t be with me..." you whispered, the words slowly killing you inside while you quickly got up in search for your shoes and purse. The need to just disappear growing by the second while you were frantically looking for your things.

"(Y/N), baby it wasn´t meant like that" Justin´s voice sounding higher than usual, he had shot up from the couch and was following you like a dog that had lost its owner. His eyes teared up while he desperately tried to get a hold of your arm, almost sobbing on the spot when you hissed and finally had put your shoes on, now looking for your damn purse.

I should have never said anything, you stupid idiot. Justin thought to himself. He wished that that he had never hushes a word. He couldn´t stand the thought of the two of you breaking up. You were the best thing that had happened to him. He had fallen for you the second his friend Emmy had introduced the two of you. Hell, the love you had blessed his life with was too good to be true, so good that his insecurities tried to sabotage it. Now, the consequences of his stupid actions were creeping up on him.

"Justin" you whispered in pain when he tried to hug you, the tears now having made their way down his soft cheeks. He was holding your hands, swallowing the pain while staring so sadly into your beautiful eyes, he was silently begging you to stay. All you could do was shake your head and mumble a soft "I don´t want you to feel bad for dating outside your race. Stay dating inside your group of people", and with that you quickly made your way out of his apartment, holding back the tears while you quickly made your way to your car and drove away, while your now ex-love was staring defeated into the space you were just standing in, slowly sinking to his knees as a soft sob left his mouth....

...Part 2?

-Emmanuelle♥️

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 14 - Sex on Fire

📓 We have fluff! We have some smut!

This song specifically was one of the big three that inspired this fic! When I saw TGM and the scene at the end when Mav takes Penny up in his plane, this song matched the vibe, and I knew I wanted this for Jake and Liz.

Though I would love for you guys to try and guess which one is the song that inspired the whole story! Cause there is one! 👀

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, Mentions of an original child character, sexual themes (I mean Smut, so get outta here if you ain't +18,), FLUFF, aerophobia, and second dates.

#7k

Part 13 | Masterlist | Part 15

(Bradley's Spin-Off one shot here)

Jake and Sadie were conniving little lunatics.

Scratch that. Sadie was an annoying insect who knew how to push buttons to get what she wanted. Jake was a gullible poor sod who had the habit of being played by said insect more than once. Because you knew without a doubt, sitting in the front seat of Jake's truck, blindfolded without any idea where you were going, this had her name written all over it.

"Is the blindfold really necessary, Jake?"

"If you knew where I was taking you, you'd jump out of my truck in an instant."

"That's not very reassuring."

Jake chuckled, bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Sadie would kill me if I didn't follow through on this. After all our hard work."

"So you're doing this more for her than me," you tease. You could hear the smile in his voice when Jake replied, "The ladybug incident didn't scare you enough. Sadie's scary when she wants to be."

You chuckled softly, Jake joining in as you felt his thumb stroke across your knuckles.

Going on a date had been the last thing on your mind.

Tyler was still a major concern. Even with Cyclone keeping a watchful eye on the group of police assigned to Sadie and your case, they still needed actual leads. You hadn't paid much attention to his phone call the other day, explaining the pressure on Tyler's father to drop out of his political race or how Tyler's stupid white car was spotted on the interstate, leaving California altogether.

It should have brought you some comfort, but it didn't. The longer time stretched on, the more anxious you felt, wondering when he would make his next move.

Then there was also the matter of Bradley. Stupid, over-emotional, Bradley.

It had been days since Sadie found you in the bathtub - days since the fight. You hadn't heard from him, nor did you expect to. Maybe a tiny part of you didn't want him to reach out. But any nasty thoughts you harboured for him in the days following only managed to turn themselves into pity.

You knew his story. Mav told it enough times for you to recite it by heart. Bradley had only been two when his father tragically passed away. And Carole, his mom, had been devastated. You couldn't begin to understand the circumstances he had to go through as a kid. Each time Mav told the story, he always stressed that no love could have matched Carole and Goose's.

It's no wonder Bradley felt their loss in the way that he did. And you did feel partially guilty, wondering if talking to him about everything before it had gotten this bad would have made a difference. But it was clear he was internalizing something bigger than just hurt feelings.

You weren't going to make the first move. That would have to be up to him.

It better be a damn good apology.

The idea of a possible date started when Sadie had called you a panicking-inducing hermit, much to Jake's amusement, scared to do anything remotely fun outside the confines of the house. Honesty? It was more to do with the fact there had been no sign of Tyler, no white car following you or sitting outside your house to encourage your paranoia.

You had gone to bed early after that, Jake and Sadie staying up playing a game of cards. You had no idea what time it was when Jake climbed into your bed, waking you up in the process when he pulled you into his chest. But it was definitely later than it should have been for a game of cards.

Jake had stayed with the two of you. Every morning you got to wake up either next to him or in his arms. The Daggers were still grounded; whether it was repairs or upper politics of the Navy, you weren't sure. But you were utterly grateful for his presence.

It became evident that it was clearly more than a game of cards the following morning. Because in the hours after breakfast, Sadie made herself scarce. And Jake purposely kept you away from the garage, where he had parked his truck, in case Tyler decided to visit.

Sadie's maniacal laughter was another indication, so loud you could hear it through the garage walls. You were slightly concerned about what Jake was letting her do in there.

But it all came to a head when Nat and Bob showed up at your door, telling you they were watching Sadie for the night, the Bug in question grinning ear to ear as she joined you at the door. You tried to refuse. You didn't want to leave her alone. In a surprise move, Sadie pouted at you.

She had never once pouted over anything. No, she pushed, sassed, humoured, and produced receipts when she wanted to get her way.

It freaked you out, so much so you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Which is how you found yourself in the passenger seat of Jake's truck, Nat and Bob standing with her on your front porch as she shouted for both of you to have a good time as he backed out of your driveway.

This was the worst possible timing. And yet, after everything they did, you felt like you owed it to them to try.

"You deserve this, darlin'." Jake's voice breaks through your thoughts, knowing you feel guilty. You squeeze his hand, dropping your chin to your chest. You have to remind yourself that Sadie is safe at home with Nat and Bob, probably arguing over music or what board game to play. And most importantly, you were allowed to take time to do things like this.

It's a few more minutes before Jake finally parks his truck, letting go of your hand and gently taking hold of your face. "Do you promise to give this a chance?"

"I don't even know what you've gotten me into. What Sadie and you got me into."

You can't see his face, so you can't tell what he's thinking. But you can imagine what he looks like right now as you feel him tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You bet he's staring at you apprehensively, gritting his jaw, and letting out a tiny huff of breath.

"You trust me, right?"

You turn your head to place a kiss on the palm of his hand. "You know I do, Jake."

"Then trust me when I say you won't regret this." You sucked in a breath before you nodded.

Jake lets go of your face to get out of his truck, walking around to open your door and help you out of your seat. You were instantly met with the smell of gasoline and pavement, the hot waves travelling up the bare skin of your legs, and your dress slightly flowing in the wind. There's a second where you think you heard the rumble of an engine or a zoom of a plane, but Jake doesn't give you much time to think about it as he helps you step down and shuts the door behind him.

Looping your arm through his, he leads you away, walking for a bit until he stops and turns to face you, squeezing your hand.

"Stay here," he says, letting you go. You cross your arms over your chest as you wait for him, hearing the sound of keys rattling together, sliding metal and a chain dragging along the ground. And then that's it. Besides the sound of wind in your ears and a few birds chirping, you don't hear any sign of him, and it makes you wonder if he's left you alone, standing in the middle of nowhere.

Until you feel his hand gently touching your arm, and you jolt slightly. "It's just me, Liz."

He guides you forward, making you stand in one spot, hands steadying you by your elbows. You feel him against your back for a few seconds before he's working at the knot of the blindfold.

"Just remember you promised," he said before taking it off.

You opened your eyes - to Mav's plane staring back at you.

You understood why the blindfold was necessary. You would have jumped out of his truck in an instant.

"Jake..."

"I said I would get you into a plane for our second date," he said, proud of himself. You knew where this was leading, what he wanted to do. You subconsciously stepped backwards, the words "absolutely not" escaping your lips.

You didn't get very far. Your back met Jake's chest, and he instantly had his arms around you, trapping your body against his. You turn, burying your face in his chest. "I'm terrified of flying, Jake."

"I'm going to be with you the whole time. I promise Liz, nothing bad is going to happen to you." He has the entire nape of your neck in his hand while this other hand is rubbing down the length of your spine in a comforting manner.

You don't know where your fear of flying came from. You've never been up in a plane before, a fact you certainly wouldn't admit to Jake. You were okay with heights, hikes on mountainside cliffs and long car drives.

Maybe it was the idea of not being in control of your body or being grounded.

"Jake, I don't know about this," you admit into his shirt. He presses his lips into your hair before explaining, "I won't let anything happen to you. We're just going up for a simple flight. The wind is perfect right now. There will be no turbulence. Trust me; I'm not called the best aviator at Top Gun for nothing."

He takes his hand off your neck to lift your chin. "Please," he urged, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Let me share something about my life that I love."

It was then, at that moment, you realized Jake and Sadie had something very much in common.

You could never say no to either of them.

___

If anyone had told you a week ago you would be sitting in the backseat of a plane, currently taxing down to a runway, you probably would have dropped dead on the spot. Even with your nerves on fire and a strong case of nausea, you let Jake help you up and into the back seat once he pulled the plane out of the hangar with little protest.

He was so excited to share this with you. Whether it was in how he helped buckle you into the seat or when he placed the headset on your head, there was a side to him you hadn't seen before. Almost giddiness, you thought, despite every internal voice you ever had screaming at you to run for the freaking hills. Even then, you were grateful you got to see this side of him.

As Jake speaks with the control tower expertly, you dart your eyes around the cabin. While there wasn't anything in terms of controls in the backseat with you, everything still looked old. The seat felt old. The buckles of the straps tying you down looked old. Even the walls looked old.

You also felt higher than you should, staring down at the plane's wings, eyes scoring the features, the colours, and the bumps. You knew you wouldn't find anything wrong. Jake was extremely thorough in his flight check, and you knew Mav cared for this thing like it was his child. But you were still scared, even believing if Sadie could do this multiple times with Maverick, who without a doubt took her for joyrides, you could handle a simple flight with Jake.

You should have fought harder to say no. You should have fought harder to say no.

Jake turns back slightly, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "I know it might seem scary, Liz. But trust me. I got you. We'll go slow."

Jake flies in an F-18, a machine capable of much more than whatever Mav's hobby plane could do. So his definition of slow is highly relative. It makes you feel nervous, wondering what he had planned for you.

It isn't until Jake pushes the plane forward onto the runway that you realize you have to accept that this is happening. Then he's accelerating forward, and you cannot help but hold your breath.

Adrenaline floods your veins as the plane takes off, gravity attempting to pull you back down in heavy anger. You slam your eyes shut, trying to force air into your lungs. The angle seems wrong, and you have this feeling both of you will crash into something, making you turn your face into your shoulder to hide.

Even when the plane levels out and things seem okay enough, you can't open them. Your heart is in your ears, and you're trying not to hyperventilate or make a noise. You don't want to ruin this for him. Because deep down, you knew, even with all the teasing and assurances, Jake would turn the plane around for you the second he got the slightest indication you were seriously freaked out.

So, for the longest time, you keep them shut, nothing but your heartbeat in your ears and the rumble of the old engine to keep you company. Even with Jake making this ride as smooth as possible, you couldn't help but alternate between gripping the edges of the seat or hugging yourself tight.

Don't open your eyes. Don't look down. Don't open your eyes. Don't look down.

"You alright?" Jake's voice crackled through the headset. First, you nodded with a hard sallow. But then you realize Jake couldn't see you. Your voice trembled as you managed to reply with, "Yes."

He chuckled to himself, the noise warm and full of amusement. He knew. He always did when it came to you.

"Open your eyes, Liz," Jake urged gently, his voice a mix of reassurance and excitement. "I'm not going to murder you if that's what your thinking."

Despite your anxiety, a smile manages to break through at his words. Actually, they are your words from the day of the hike when you took him down that hazardous unpaved road to the thrift shop. That had been so long ago, way before anything to do with Tyler, Bradley, or even before whatever this was with him.

He had given you the benefit of the doubt then. You owed it to do the same for him now. Shuttering a deep breath, you gathered the courage to open your eyes slowly.

At first, you half expected to fixate on the view of the ground underneath the plane's wings or catch a glimpse of the shoreline or ocean. That you'd hyperventilate, witnessing perhaps an engine on fire or a piece of Mav's plane missing, flapping in the wind.

You saw none of those things.

Jake had taken the two of you further North of the airport, towards a group of mountains. You were right in the middle of them, green caps and tall peaks making you forget you were even bound to the seat of the plane.

This wasn't flying.

This felt like soaring.

Jake banked the plane around one particular mountain, a tall one at the very end of the group. It wasn't until he purposely straightened out after circling around it, did the sun fully come into view. It was already beginning its descent toward the horizon, painting the sky with various hues and shades of fiery oranges, soft pinks and yellows.

The view from the Ferris wheel at the Fair had nothing on this.

Humans weren't supposed to witness views like this. They weren't supposed to be up this high, feeling like they could touch the clouds or be this close to the sun. Or see the shine, this bright, off the peaks of mountains or even be this parallel with them.

This was only something anyone could ever dream about seeing

As the plane glided through the sky, you could feel the sun's warmth casting a gentle light on your face. You closed your eyes, not out of fear this time, but contentment, placing your hands on either side of the window and taking a deep breath.

But when you opened your eyes, your eyes began to water, and you found yourself biting your lip as you looked back toward the sun. The words spilled out of you before you knew you had said them, your voice almost sounding broken as a single tear escaped down your cheek.

"Hi, Ridely."

Because there was something about being up here, in the clouds and the surrounding mountains and feeling the sun on your face, that brought you that much closer to her. Some part of you felt guilty for refusing Mav, Nat and even Rooster, to some degree, to take you up and experience this.

She was here with you. And you had never felt more free.

"You ready?" Jake asked you. Unknown to you, he was smiling, having heard your remark. You looked at the back of his head, a grin adding to the happy tears gracing your face. "For what?"

Jake didn't give you a reply. Instead, the plane tilted, and suddenly, the world was turning on its axis. A squeal caught in your throat as you found yourself spinning upside down.

"JAKE, YOU MOTHERFU.."

But your voice caught in your throat before you could finish your sentence, Jake laughing at your reaction.

Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. You didn't really know what to think about it, whether gravity would be pulling you out of your seat or seeing the world below would make you pass out.

The small part of you, still holding on to your fear, wanted to be mad at him. But the part of you, the one secretly enjoying the entire experience, won out.

The truth was, you couldn't help the laughter suddenly escaping your mouth. You couldn't help the smile as Jake accelerated the plane. Or when he let the nose dip ever so slightly to let it fall, you couldn't help the shout of exhilaration.

The rules of aviation or flight were beyond you as he controlled the plane through the air, nerves dying out and instead being replaced with pure joy.

You really could have cared less about being mad at him now.

The world below, and every problem in it, disappeared. And you were alright with that.

___

You didn't want to admit to yourself as Jake finally landed the plane that you never wanted that to end. Even if you should be feeling relief at being on solid ground or when he parked the plane in front of the hanger, you were high on adrenaline and sheer joy.

You peered up at Jake's hesitant face after he helped you climb out of the plane, standing on wobbly legs. You couldn't do anything but pull him down by the back of his head and kiss him hard. He laughed into the kiss, rubbing his hands up and down your side as he spoke against your lips. "I take it your not afraid of flying anymore?"

You pull away, pressing your forehead to his chin. "Only if you are flying the plane."

It's feeding his ego, you are sure. His chest puffs out under your hands, and that cocky smirk he's known for returns, present in the kisses he's placing on your head.

"So I still have a girlfriend, then?"

You stiffen. Jake would want to put a title on this, even if it was only your 'official' second date. The both of you have done so much of this backwards, way outside the box of how 'normal' relationships were supposed to go. But in a few weeks, Jake and you went from a first date to sleeping in the same bed to him staying over for a week.

When was your and Jake's relationship ever straightforward? And as you told yourself in that bathroom at the fair, there was nothing wrong with being in love with Jake Seresin.

"I didn't know you had one," you say nonchalantly. Jake plays along, hands gripping your hips.

"Oh, you didn't hear? Big Bad Hangman is suddenly enamoured with this assertive, savvy bartender at the Hard Deck. Turned him down flat on his ass the first time they met. Didn't stop him from wanting to be around her, though."

"The shameless, cocky flirt who says the wrong thing at the wrong time, humbled by her and her sassy niece." He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Not to mention she's fucking hot."

You hummed, nodding your head and purposely avoiding looking at his face when he pulled back, your cheeks flaring up hard.

"Will you look at me, Liz?"

"I can't."

Jake laughs at your reply. "You can't? Now why's that?"

"Because you're all ego right now and boastful, and you get that cocky smirk when you do," you mummer, still purposely avoiding his eyes. That cocky smirk grows even wider as Jake tugs your hips into his.

"You mean this cocky smirk?" he teases, pressing his nose to yours, maintaining his smile. You're fighting with yourself not to smile, but it's a battle you've already lost. Jake nuzzles his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, still grinning. And then another to your cheek, just below your eye, before he's littering your face with them, and you laugh as you try to escape him.

"But if you really want to know," he says after you give in, smiling at him as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "I think you were mine the second you gave me that clean slate in your kitchen."

"I was yours?" you press playfully, quirking an eyebrow. Jake pauses for a second, making a show of having to think about his answer. Till his face lights up in recognition, and he says," Oh wait."

He makes a show of standing straighter, dropping his voice lower and making his southern accent purposely thicker. "You've bewitched me body and soul since that night in your kitchen."

"Oh," you laugh wholeheartedly, knowing precisely what he's doing. "You're not trying to, Mr. Darcy, this!?"

He frowns. "I thought you liked Pride and Prejudice."

You grin at him, your hands working through his hair before you kiss his lips, pulling back slightly to mummer against his mouth. "That was before I had a decorated hotshot Navy fighter pilot sleeping in my bed."

Jake growls, and you giggle as he bends you backwards, kissing you again.

Stowing away Mav's plane didn't take very long. The two of you were on the road with daylight still out and Jake telling you the night was far from over. He took you to your favourite takeout place before driving to an Outlook, telling you he'd like to come here to think things through.

You know he intends for the both of you to sit on the flatbed of his truck when he backs it into the parking spot, purposely making it face out towards the water. He presses a button before the two of you get out, making the back cover come off.

But Sadie's involvement in conspiring to get you into the backseat of Mav's plane clearly didn't end with the blindfold. Because the second two of you walk around and Jake drops the tailgate, Sadie's handiwork glares back at you.

You don't know where to look first. Your air mattress sits in the flatbed with a spare mattress cover. A few pairs of blankets are covering it, and you know she would have needed help to get the two spare pillows sitting at the back, the ones you kept on the top shelf of your linen closet.

Of course, Jake could have managed this all on his own. But the dead giveaway was the lights. It only could have been Sadie who had taken the battery-operated string lights you had on the bookcase in your family room and strung them to the sides of his truck, the electrical tape you knew had been Jake's idea.

When you get over your shock, you turn to Jake, absolutely speechless that he let her do all this. He shrugged like it was no big deal. "What? I have to give her credit. Bug's creative."

He set the bag of food down before placing his hands on your waist, lifting you up to sit on the edge of the tailgate. "Get yourself comfy, darlin'."

You didn't move. For the sole fact you were wearing a knee-high dress, and if you turned to climb on top of the mattress, he'd get a pretty nice view of your ass. He shot you a look once he hopped up, and you shrugged, avoiding his eyes. "You can go first."

He chuckled knowingly. "Nothing I ain't going to see eventually."

It was nice to know Jake's ability to make you bush hadn't waned after recent events.

The two of you settled up against the pillows, takeout containers in both of your laps as you ate, talking about Sadie and what it might look like for her when he had to return to school next week. Then his phone rang. You spied the face-time ID as Jake reached for it on the blanket in front of him.

Janet.

He looked guilty as he asked, "Do you mind if?"

You shook your head, smiling around the fork in your mouth before managing, "Of course not."

Jake handed you his takeout container, bringing his phone up to answer the call. But instead of his sister's face, he was greeted by the sight of a baby in a blue cap.

"Surprise!" Janet's tired voice rang out through the speaker. "Meet your nephew!"

Jake's eyes glazed over the second he stared down at his phone. His hand holding his phone slightly shook, and he reached out to grip the edge of his truck with a thump. You couldn't help yourself when you dropped the takeout containers onto the blanket in front of you and peered up over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, he's adorable."

Suddenly, the camera flipped on his phone, and Jake's sister was staring back at both of you.

Even in a hospital gown, her exhaustion evident, it was clear Janet was Jake's sister. Her hair was the same colour, her eyes the same shade of green. Her mouth was the same shape, and you were sure if she smiled, you would undoubtedly see Jake's same smile beaming back at you.

"Shit, he wasn't kidding when he said you were gorgeous."

You ducked, hiding your face behind Jake's shoulder, heat rising in your cheeks. Whether it was the quickness of your escape or Janet's revealing words, Jake seemed to snap out of his daze.

"Janet!"

"Hey, I gotta embarrass you where I can. Call it payback for all the times you shared my dirty little secrets with Ian."

"Those weren't secrets, Jan. He needed to know what he was getting himself into."

"Bless his heart for it too."

You shook your head, chuckling into the back of Jake's shirt at their banter. Jake looks over his shoulder at you, slightly amused.

"Come out, Liz," Janet called out from the phone. "I don't bite."

"Much," Jake grumbled.

This wasn't exactly how you imagined meeting his sister, one of the few people he actually considered his family. Slowly lifting your head from behind Jake's frame, you managed a hesitant smile, gripping him for dear life. "Congratulations, Janet."

She smiled at you, replying, "Twelve hours of labour, but it was so worth it."

"What did you name him?" you asked, unable to contain the joy in your voice.

"E.J.," she said, looking down at the bundle in her arms before returning to look at the screen, clarifying, "Elijah-Jacob."

Jake drew in a sharp breath, and Janet didn't hesitate when she cried out, "As if I would name him anything else, you idiot."

Resting your chin on Jake's shoulder, you peered up at the side of his face with an affectionate smile. "Your full name's Jacob?"

But he didn't answer you, instead asking his sister, "Now, why on earth would you do something as stupid as that?"

Janet shot him a disappointed look before her eyes tracked over to you. "Liz, will you help me out here?" she said, tilting her head toward Jake.

"Glady," you replied, tapping the back of his head. Jolting under your chin, Jake faced you, slightly shocked. But you only shot him a disapproving glare.

"You're my baby brother. You risk your f-ing life day in and day out every single time you go up in that jet of yours or go out on deployments to make sure everyone else can sleep safely at night. And when you are home? I won't even start on all the shit you stand up against, not with Liz here."

Janet lets out a huge sigh before exclaiming, "So don't question my judgment or my choice. There was no way I was going to name him anything else. Suck it up."

Jake could only shake his head in disbelief, a humbling smile growing with each passing second.

"Now, hand me over to Liz. I wanna talk to her properly."

This is so backwards, you think, as Jake passes his phone over to you with a knowing smile. You are suddenly filled with nervousness you are not used to. This was the one person you knew Jake sought approval from. Everything was riding on this one interaction.

But your nerves settle instantly when she grins at you and casually mentions, "So, he managed to get you up in that death trap."

"It seems everyone knew about this little plan but me, even my niece, dead centre in the middle of it."

Janet grins at the mention of Sadie. "From what Jake has told me about her, she's a girl after my own heart."

"Sassy? Opinionated? Knows how to get her way?"

"Something more like being an insect, but I can see where the similarities lie."

You chuckle softly, feeling Jake rub your side, before you say, "You remind me of her."

"I'd love to meet her one day. And you in person. "

"I'd like that. I'm sure she'd love you."

Jake shook his head violently, and you couldn't help but laugh at him. "My nephew will get all sorts of horrible ideas if he meets Sadie. Don't start him that young!"

You gasp at him. "Are you saying my niece is a troublemaker, Jake Seresin?"

"You know she is."

You shake your head, bumping him with your shoulder.

"Please get my number from my little brother over here. I want somebody to send cute baby pics to," Janet pouts.

"Could you send me embarrassing stories?" you wiggle your eyebrows. Janet smirks, a playful look in her tired eyes. "Oh, you want them. I'll give them to you, no problem."

Oh boy, did you like her.

"Nope." Jake tries to reach for his phone, but you are quicker, laughing at his attempts as you stretch your hand out of his reach. "You have a ten-year-old in the palm of your hand who has an honesty problem and years of embarrassing stories about me. Let me have my chance!"

"In comparison? Nope. Not even close. Give me my phone." Jake holds out the palm of his hand. And then you get an idea, shooting him a playful stare as you extend your hand farther.

"Come and get it, Cowboy."

Suddenly, Jake lurches forward, almost toppling you over. Jake's efforts to retrieve his phone only cause you to break out in a fit of giggles, your stomach cramping so much you fall over into the air mattress, Jake landing on top of you. Your grip on his phone is still tight.

"If my sister wasn't on the other end..." There is no threat in his words. Jake's smiling with you as you continue to laugh, trying to pry the device out of your hand. Janet's shout through her own laughter interrupts the two of you. "Keep it pg, you two! Literal newborn ears over here!"

Jake manages to swipe his phone back when you laugh even harder at her words. You sit up, wrapping your arms around his as you try to fit yourself into the view of his phone screen when the two of you settle.

Janet looks up at something in her room and frowns. "I gotta go. The nurse will come back any minute and yell at me, I swear."

The both of you say your goodbyes, Janet explaining more than once she was happy Jake found you. But just before he went to end the call, Janet called out his name.

"Watch out for a package from Texas coming up there."

Jake's smile flees at Janet's words, slowly dissolving into a sombre expression. His body tenses under your touch, and you see the second his eyes darken with a deep-seated seriousness. It's a side to Jake you've only truly ever seen once before - when he found you handcuffed on the floor of the Hard Deck.

Growing up, you and Ridley had all sorts of codewords and phrases for different things. Those were the unfortunate circumstances you had to live with as a kid. So you knew right away Janet didn't mean an actual package. Whatever it was, Jake was clearly not happy about it. It was making you deeply concerned.

Jake reaches for your thigh, grip tightening when he replies, "Yeah, okay."

He hangs up. And doesn't mention anything else about it.

After finishing your dinner in silence, you sat next to Jake, staring out at the horizon. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you tight to his side. At some point, you had placed both of your legs over his lap, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

It was still light out when Jake and you left the tiny airport, and the sky was now turning dark, leaving the small parking lot of Jake's outlook out secluded, the two of you alone and in utter peace. His fingers were absentmindedly stroking your skin as you both took in the last few minutes of the sunset.

"You okay?" you asked him, kissing his shoulder before looking back over the water, suddenly aware of Jake's hand slowly getting closer to the inside of your thigh. He kissed your cheek, replying, "Never better."

You don't buy it.

"You're an uncle now," you wondered aloud. Jake shrugged. "I already was one."

"But it's different. Sadie is..."

"Sadie counts." He quickly corrected you, kissing your forehead before looking back to the water. "She'll always count."

It warms you, his level of affection for her, but you cannot help but detect a sense of finality in his tone. Reaching up, you cradled the side of his jaw, turning his head back to you so you could lean up and kiss him.

Jake presses his lips to yours softly before pulling back to look at you. There's something in his eyes you cannot name.

Then his lips are back on yours, this time steady and encompassing, parting your lips with his tongue. Your grip on his face tightens as you suddenly find yourself being tilted backwards, sliding down the pillows until Jake is half on top of you. Your head is pillowed on his bicep as he kisses you, your hand still cradling his jaw.

He then goes for your neck in a desperate breath, open-mouth kisses, sucking harder and harder. You're used to this. The two times Jake had you pinned up against him, he had marked up the side of your neck. But his hand, not trapped under your head, is wandering. Groping at your breast, sliding down your stomach to the outside of your thigh, testing his grip.

He hikes your outside leg up, fingers brushing the sensitive part inside your thigh.

Your breath hitches.

"Is this okay?" he whispered into your ear. You hummed your reply, nodding once. But Jake grazed his nose along your jawbone lightly, fingers delicately sliding up and down the inside of your thigh.

"Words, Elizabeth."

Damn him and his accent, saying your full name.

"Yes," you gasped out, wanting him. "It's absolutely okay."

"My good girl," he says before diving back to your mouth. You know he's teasing you as he strokes your skin, making you quiver with anticipation of what is to come. But then he's reaching for the helm of your dress, lifting and folding it over your stomach, as he releases your lips in a harsh pant.

The question is there in his eyes as he looks down at you, fingers resting just on the helm of your underwear. You swallow, opening your legs wide. Jake's eyes glaze over, and his arm flexes under your head. You're giving him this—this first experience of letting someone be with you.

He doesn't hesitate when he starts dragging them down. You eagerly lift your hips to help him take them off. Once he gets them past your ankles, he shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.

Jake hisses when he takes you in, so spread out for him. "Can I touch, darlin'? Can I touch what is mine?"

Fucking hell, Jake. Do you have a consent kink?!

"I'm yours," you gasp into the night air. "Please, Jake, Please."

Jake rests half on top of you, swallowing your whimper as he finally reaches and presses down on your clit, slow, gentle circles that have you closing your legs and sharp breaths racking your chest. Your hand shoots out and grips his wrist, feeling his muscles contract under your hand.

"Keep them open, Liz," he warns, shifting down slightly so he can turn you and press you back against his chest. Jake slots his leg between yours, expertly thrusting his knee so your leg hooks up over his, never stopping in his efforts.

He rubs at you with ease, carefully watching how each movement makes you react before he switches to his thumb, and a single-finger probes at your entrance. You thrust your hips back into him, a strangled noise crawling out of your throat, and Jake uses it as an opportunity to push his finger inside.

"That sound, " He breathes against your cheek. "You're driving me goddamn insane."

You used to worry back in university that you'd feel trapped if you ever found someone you trusted enough to do with this. But even with Jake poised at your back, working between your legs, you did not feel as if you weren't in control. Your body is open to the air, and Jake is only holding you down by his hand and the weight of his words.

You feel safe.

He adds another finger, curling them inside you, searching for something when you let out a sharp whine. It burns. The stretch. The sensations that were spreading across your groin.

You felt full with Jake's finger's inside you, squelching sounds accompanying each time pumped them in and out of you. "You're so tight," he moaned into your neck. "I won't have you here, but fuck Liz, the day I can have you gripping my cock."

You bury your squeal into the flesh of his arm, your arm not currently gripping Jake's wrist, whipping out to find the side of his truck, making a string of lights fall.

Not slow. This is not slow.

"Knowing I'm your first." He bites the soft skin behind your ear. "That your mine."

Your cry is muffled into this arm, and Jake glides his nose up the back of your neck to your ear. "Don't look away, Liz," he soothes. "Let me see your face."

It's the last thing you want him to see, ironically. The faces you make aren't pretty, and your eyes are slammed shut. And you were sure if you did open your eyes, you'd explode at the slight; you spread out so shamelessly open to the sky. Jake's hand between your legs, working you higher and higher off an unknown edge from the flatbed of his truck.

But you do manage to turn your head back, Jake immediately catching your mouth with his in a desperate kiss. When he lets your mouth go, you whine out with a pant, "Fuck Jake, I can't."

"Yes, yes, you can." Your words must have encouraged him because suddenly, his thumb is circling faster, and his fingers are pressing harder, working that spot inside you. Your eyes are screwed shut, tears seeping through as the ball in your abdomen grows tighter and tighter, nails biting into his wrist.

"Are you going to let go for me, darlin'," he gasps into your open mouth, hovering above you. You wanted to, desperately. "Will you let me have it?

You drop your head to his arm, the feeling too much to bear. You are on the edge of something, fire radiating from your core and making your thighs shake. Jake pants into your ear, once, twice before he moans, "Will you cum for me?"

His thumb swipes over your clit as he presses hard on that spot inside you. You keen, lights exploding behind your eyes as you arch your hips towards his hand, legs trembling as you clench around Jake's fingers. The cool breeze from the sea or the cool air from the night sky does nothing to the heat flooding your veins.

He's there. Turning your head back, catching your cries into his mouth, and taking the bruises you're pressing into his arm without flinching. In fact, he's smiling ever so slightly, watching you come apart underneath him.

You weakly turn in his hold, whimpering and trying to bury yourself into his chest as every emotion hits you at once. Jake pulls his fingers from you as you do, and you feel embarrassed at the wetness coating your thighs. Gripping the back of your leg, he rolls, taking you with him. Your body crashes limply onto his chest, and the one leg he's holding straddles his waist.

Your trembling, gripping his shirt to ground yourself and will strength back into your body. There's a hyper-awareness you are not used to dancing across your skin - allowing you to feel the fabric of the blanket underneath you, the chill in the air, Jake's warmth, your release cooling on your thighs and covering his fingers, grasping your bare leg.

Any rational thought has gone out the window. Except for the fact you know Jake could not have gotten off from that.

He's hard against the inside of your thigh, through the denim of his jeans, the rough fabric creating friction against your clit as you rock lightly to the pulses aching in your core. He's groaning with each press, fighting with himself not to cant his hips up into you.

Even as you continue to whimper your aftershocks into his neck, you find yourself trailing your hand down his chest and to his stomach, fingers barely slipping under the waistband of his jeans, just reaching the first few strains of hair.

But Jake grunts, pulling your hand away and shaking his head. He brings it up to his mouth, kissing the palm before stating, "It's not about me right now."

"Jake..."

He doesn't give in to the soft pleading of this name. Instead, he grips the roots of your hair at the base of your skull, ensuring there isn't an inch of space between you as he pulls you close. His other hand is gripping the bare skin of your ass, keeping your dress up around your hips and lower half exposed to the cool air.

This time, you do feel trapped.

He's holding you like you'd be carried off by the breeze, ready to disappear at any second. As if faced with another deployment, off to fight a war with the fear of never making it back. The switch in him is so sudden that the aftershocks of your recent orgasm are reduced to cooling embers, and it only adds to your unease when Jake gasps through a sharp breath, "Just let me hold you and forget about everything else."

The concern you felt for him earlier returns with a vengeance.

Jake's anxious about something, and he's not telling you why. Suddenly, the chill in the air is too cold, the blanket is too rough, and Jake's fingers and the insides of your thighs are chalky, rubbing against your skin.

You focus on breathing instead, trying to calm your rapid heart. You weren't going to hold whatever this was against him.

Because despite not knowing what to think about having your real first sexual experience in the flatbed of Jake's truck, you today were the happiest you had felt in a while, even with literal hell overtaking your life.

But listening to Jake's heartbeat pound under your ear, the paranoia you've ignored so many times before makes a home in your chest, and the allusion that was today dissipates, and everything comes rushing back. Tyler. Bradley. And now, whatever Janet warned Jake about that was making him act this way.

It was all a possibility again.

You couldn't help but feel this silver of happiness wouldn't last that much longer.

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Part 15: Have you ever seen the rain? Coming soon

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eddiediazismyhusband · 7 months ago

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Hi! A bit of a weird ask here, hope you don't mind. (I swear it's not meant in bad faith)

So, I'm new to the fandom. I'd wanted to watch the show for a while and I finally found time. I did like it, and all the characters, esp Hen and Buck.

Even previous to watching it, I had seen many posts about Buddie. I didn't think much of it until I watched the show. And now I can say... I don't see it. Like, from Buck's side? Sure. But from Eddie's? Not so much.

They both clearly act like Christopher's co-parents a lot, and that's where I'm like "oh, maybe there IS something". But outside of that, I actually see their interactions as mostly platonic. And when I see people talk about it, I see mostly about how Eddie completely trusts Buck with his son (which I agree with and makes a good point), but not much else.

So, what am I missing? Sometimes some characters are harder for me to "read", so I know there could be stuff that I'm missing. What interactions do you see from them that are so clearly romantic (at least more so than they are platonic)? In which ways do you see Eddie showing feelings for Buck?

Sorry about such a long ask. This might be more of a rant (oops). I just really want to understand, bc everyone's so sure... and I'm not. (Also, thanks for reading if you got this far)

So i’m obviously not going to tell you thst your interpretation is wrong- art is subjective and your interpretation of things is completely valid.

that being said, to me i see myself in eddie in a lot of ways:

- only son in the family, so i had unrealistic expectations fixed on me about what my life as a “man” should look like (im not a man, im nonbinary but i was still amab so to my parents i’ve always been a ‘man’)

- raised in a very religious household where there were certain expectations on who i would one day marry and have a family with (because not getting married at all and never having kids was out of the question)

- i was repressed for years emotionally (and sexually) due to pressure from my parents/church and thought there was something “wrong” with me for the feelings i felt

- i often revert to anger as my default defense mechanism because i have repressed my emotions for so long (which is something i am working through in therapy)

so seeing those things i relate to reflected in eddie, it is easy for me to pick up on subtext (whether intentional or not) when it comes to his sexuality/feelings for Buck.

you mentioned eddie trusting buck with christopher— to me this is one of the clearest examples of eddie’s true feelings for buck because he completely trusts the most precious thing in his life with Buck, but he has never even come close to that same kind of trust with any of his romantic partners… even shannon he was apprehensive about letting her back into chris’s life. this means he trusts buck on a level he has never trusted anyone else before— and not to get into psychology, but often when people are repressed emotionally, they find ways to feed those feelings without overtly feeding them if that makes sense. so eddie giving chris (who is practically his whole heart) to buck is essentially eddie offering up his heart on a platter.

so that gets that one out of the way.

as for other examples… i am going to state again that eddie is more repressed than buck and doesn’t show emotion as easily as buck does so Buck’s attraction/feelings are going to be more clear-cut and obvious.

but i am constantly seeing examples of eddie’s feelings for buck interwoven subtly through things:

- crying over buck after the lightning strike when we had only ever seen him cry twice before

- the hurt in his face when buck said natalia was the only person who “saw” him

- the way that he gets overly jealous and acts petty around buck’s romantic partners (the most egregious being Taylor, but we have seen it happen in his other relationships as well)

- the fact that he has never been able to fully allow himself to have feelings for the women he’s dated

- he is looking for a mother figure (second parental unit for chris) but has already effectively filled that role with buck

- he is constantly looking at buck like he hung the stars and the sun and the moon

- he has only started going off the deep end of this fixation with shannon after buck came out to him, and he is onyl actively remembering their relationship as what he wished it had been rather than what it was— something i used to do back when i was still in denial about my sexuality was imagining this dream life where i was happily married to a woman because that is what i was supposed to want, not because it’s what i actually wanted

- eddie is the only one who has shown he understands buck’s recklessness is less him being reckless/thinking he’s unbreakable, but that it’s actually buck seeing himself as invaluable enough that getting hurt wouldn’t affect anyone around him

- one of my favorite scenes is post lightning-strike when eddie climbed the ladder and instead of trying to lower buck to the ground immediately, he initially tries to pull buck closer to him while screaming for him

the list could go on and on and if anyone else wants to leave their observations on eddie’s feelings for buck in the replies by all means please do! but these are just a few ways in which i have personally seen eddie’s devotion to buck portrayed in a light that is much deeper than a platonic level.

i hope this made sense and offers a new perspective for you, and i’m glad that even though you haven’t seen enough evidence in your own interpretation, your first instinct isn’t to jump down people’s throats to tell them they are wrong, but instead reaching out and asking for other opinions to better contextualize why us buddie shippers are so invested in these two!

(and never apologize for a long ask to me… if there’s one thing about me i love to yap lmao)

i hope you have a lovely day, anon!! 💕💕

#911 abc #eddie diaz #buddie #911 spoilers #911 #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #911 on abc

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captain-mj · 2 years ago

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If it's not been requested yet, I'd adore another chapter of thr wolf Shifter AU.

I can't get enough of Soap and Ghost's dynamic in it!.

Two things! First, I did some research but I could not figure out where honeysuckles are native to so just assume they live in a country they do. Second, right after Ghost's reward, huge trigger warning for sexual exploitation.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“I also think I should be rewarded for my good behavior.”

Rewarded?

Soap reeled. “Reward?”

Ghost purred and there was no denying what Ghost was talking about. Soap sat in his lap, able to feel how hard he was. Ghost’s entire body was solid though and Soap felt himself flush all over.

“Yes. Reward. I believe I deserve one.” Ghost was grinning a little and Soap noticed his teeth for the first time. He hadn’t smiled without the muzzle before. They were sharp and clearly made to tear. It was one of the few things about Ghost that looked well taken care of. Made sense, broken teeth means they can’t fight as well. They were a pretty white color.

Soap weighed his options. He really doubted Ghost would force him to do anything. Yeah, he had nothing to say he wouldn’t but he had nothing to say the contrary either. Ghost didn’t seem like a bad person to him. And maybe that was a tad naive of him. But Ghost was also attractive. Clearly of sound mind. Soap was single.

“Alright.” He leaned against him and Ghost adjusted to hold him better. “And what would you like your reward to be?”

Ghost was fast. It was an undeniable fact about him. He pinned Soap by his throat, Careful Not to put an ounce of unneeded pressure. Just enough to make it clear he was going to stay down.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Ghost smiled and his eyes were shining.

Soap’s heart sped up until he got lightheaded. He watched Ghost lean down, giant teeth bared. Ghost grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it, even though it was clear that this was annoying him. Instead of tearing the clothes, he took a great deal of effort to make sure they were folded and set to the side before returning his attention towards Soap.

Weirdly, the effort made Soap even hornier.

Ghost kissed him deeply and grabbed one of Soap’s hands. He put it to the collar and Soap instinctively grabbed it. They panted against each other when Ghost pulled back from the kiss.

Soap grabbed his face gently. “Alright. Yeah, I think you deserve that reward.”

Ghost grinned and shoved Soap’s head up so he could get to his throat. He bit him hard, making indents in his flesh. His hand moved down, roughly moving him around and trying to get to his hole.

“Simon. I have lube in my drawer. We’re not wild animals.” Soap cuffed his ear lightly. Ghost quickly nodded and pulled away.

Fuck, he was attractive. The scars littering his chest were more than a little intriguing. Some of them weren’t from fights. Too straight and precise like he had surgery done.

Soap was never going to let anything happen to him again.

Simon was His Ghost.

Ghost shoved Soap’s legs to his chest and then over his shoulders so he could have better access to him. Now that his fingers were slick with lube, he gently pushed one in, taking great care not to hurt him. It was sweet, how much effort he was putting in despite the almost frantic way he kept looking at Soap. Like he wanted to eat him alive and gnaw on his bones.

Soap groaned when he pushed his second finger in without much warning. Ghost stopped immediately and nosed at his jaw line, placing wet kisses all over the area almost as if in an apology.

“Easy. Been a few days.”

“I know. You always came home stinking of his cologne.”

“Make you jealous?”

“No.” Ghost spoke it honestly. He didn’t care what Soap did. He didn’t care before and even after they had sex, he wouldn’t care afterwards. As long as he had a place to stay and was collared, he was happy.

Very.

He crooked his fingers and heard Soap moan properly.

Happy.

Ghost listened to those little moans and there was a clawing desperation. He wanted more. His fingers twisted and spread and Soap moaned again, cock twitching

“Feels so good.” Soap smiled at him. “Glad you’re being careful with your nails.”

Ghost nodded and shoved in deeper, digging his finger tips right into his sweet spot. Soap whimpered at his vision filled with stars. He had been expecting Ghost to be sloppy. Pent up. Maybe a little feral but who could blame him. This felt awfully targeted. A level of experience there with how well he had Soap hurtling towards his orgasm.

Soap thought of stopping him, but he was usually good for a couple of rounds and he was sure Ghost could feel the way he tightened around his fingers, tears starting to stream down his face. “Fucking hell you’re good with those.” He was doing something, moving his fingers slightly out of sync so one was always pressing right fucking there and the others were going as deep in him as he could.

Soap came so hard his vision went white. He felt Ghost’s tongue licking over his abs before he even stopped. His fingers tangled in his hair as he felt him withdraw his fingers to finish lapping up the mess.

Ghost pulled his legs apart so he could situate himself between them. Without giving Soap a moment to come down from the feeling, he was pushing into him. Slow and steady luckily because Soap was immediately hitting his shoulders for him to stop. Which Ghost quickly did.

“I used plenty of lube. Are you okay?” Ghost hummed, sounding horribly nonchalant. Soap felt amazing. So tight it almost hurt and wonderfully hot.

Ghost on the other hand… “You’re so big.” Soap mumbled. “Just your fucking head is in and you’re too big. I can’t fit…” He reached down, stroking the part of Ghost’s cock that wasn’t inside. Fucking hell, his hand barely fit around it and he was so long. “I-”

Ghost leaned over him. His grin was dangerous and feral and predatory. “I could fuck your thighs if you really think you can’t fit it. But…” He slid in just another inch and Soap’s legs were shaking. “You feel so fucking good. Please…”

Soap panted softly and forced himself to relax. “Slow. Be fucking careful with me.”

Ghost kissed his ankle that was still on his shoulder, keeping eye contact as he kept pushing in. He watched him carefully to look for any signs it was really hurting him.

Soap whined and groaned, but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. Ghost had been very thorough in his prep. He grabbed one of Soap’s hands and put it to his stomach so he could feel the bulge in his stomach.

“See. You fit me.” Ghost leaned down to kiss his shoulder before sinking his teeth right into him.

Soap moaned breathlessly. “Jesus Christ.”

Ghost kissed him nice and soft. “Tell me when I can move, okay? Don’t want to ruin you just yet.”

Soap closed his eyes. “You’re too good at this dirty talk.” He moaned softly when Ghost moved the slightest bit. It was careful, but it was an intense feeling. After a moment, he grabbed Ghost’s face. “You can move.”

Ghost wasted no time in doing so. There was so much care behind it but it was relentless. The thrusts just soft enough it didn’t feel like Soap was going to rip to shreds, but firm. Forceful. Hitting all the right buttons. His legs started to shake again.

Ghost just couldn’t get over how tight Soap was. Every movement got him deeper into his warm hole. Watching Soap’s stomach as it bulged from him going in and out. He wanted to ruin him. Wanted to just fuck him with reckless abandon. This was his reward after all.

But he didn’t want it to end too soon and he didn’t want Soap to hurt afterwards. He always felt guilty when they hurt afterwards.

So Ghost took it slow. Carved out a space inside Soap’s body like he could crawl into his ribcage and live there. Soap clawed at his back as he kept going, sobbing in pleasure and wrapping his legs tight around his waist.

“So Good. You’re so good. Fucking hell, feels too good.” Soap babbled in his ear. Occasionally it was just a string of Scotts that Ghost did not have the knowledge nor the coherency to translate. It felt like Soap was trying to squeeze his soul out of him.

He felt Soap getting close. The tell tale signs the same as before. Harsher breathing. His body fluttering around Ghost’s cock.

Ghost didn’t stop. He didn’t change anything, the same relentless pace as Soap came a second time.

“Jesus fucking Christ, how long can you go?” Soap groaned, staring at the ceiling as he continued to take. Tears were streaming down his face, now from overstimulation. It was an addicting type of pain.

Ghost pulled out and flipped Soap over, putting him on his knees with his face pressed to the pillows. One hand stayed firmly on his stomach so he could feel his own cock pumping in and out of him. Soap’s hand stayed on top of it, pressing down slightly. The bedroom was one of the few places where Ghost always had power. And he was planning on using it. He fucked him harder, chasing his own orgasm.

Soap came again, right before he did. The poor thing was a mess, sobbing and gripping the sheets. His eyes were in the back of his head and he shook when Ghost pulled out.

Ghost grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head up. “You okay?”

Soap hummed in response, drooling a little. Ghost felt himself getting hard again and decided to go ahead and do what he talked about earlier. He held Soap tight, sliding his cock between his lube and cum covered thighs. His arms wrapped around his chest to keep him secure as he rolled his hips over and over again.

Soap whined. “How?? How??” He pressed his thighs tighter together so it would feel better for Ghost.

Ghost hummed. “Had a lot of sex.”

“While you were in a dog fighting ring??”

Ghost nodded against his back. “Yeah. This was the reward for winning fights.” He didn’t notice how quiet Soap got from that. He just continued to chase his pleasure until he came again. With a light kiss to his shoulder, he relaxed again. “In a moment, we’ll take a shower.”

Ghost glanced down, noticing how bloody the bite he gave Soap was. Then he looked at his legs, still occasionally twitching from aftershocks.

“Nevermind. A bath.” He kissed his ear.

Soap nodded. “Sex was your reward?”

“Yep. Sometimes my punishment too. When I was rewarded, I get more control. Punished, less control. Don’t worry. I never hurt anyone. Or forced anyone. I always made sure they were okay.” Ghost hated the idea of Soap seeing him as a monster. He wasn’t. He was good.

Soap heard the edge of desperation in his voice. “I believe you. You’re a good boy. I know you didn’t do anything.” He pet his hair and Ghost calmed down and kissed his hand.

Ghost did eventually scoop Soap up and carried him to the bathroom. He ran a bath and got in with him, tracing him. Soap, besides the bite, didn’t have any other marks. Ghost hadn’t even left bruises.

On the other hand, Soap had done a number on Ghost’s back. It was shredded. Every time he moved, he felt the sting of them.

Ghost found he really liked that.

Soap leaned against him, letting Ghost clean him gently. It felt good. Sweet and domestic.

Ghost littered his shoulder with kisses until he got to the bite that was still bleeding sluggishly. He licked it clean. “I’ll bandage it when we get out.”

Soap touched it and winced. “That’s going to scar.”

Ghost huffed out a small laugh. “Maybe. It’s a nice thought. You being mine the way I’m yours.”

Soap faltered for the second time tonight. He touched the collar again. After a moment of thought, he pulled his hand away from it. “I don’t own you.”

Ghost nodded. “I know.”

“I’m not like them.”

“I know.”

“I don’t own you.”

Ghost continued to wash him. Once he considered both of them clean, he put Soap on the sink and bandaged the bite. “This is proof I should wear a muzzle.”

“You didn’t do this just to prove a point did ya?”

“No, not at all.” Ghost hoped that would make it worse. He was a wild animal. It was better to take safety precautions.

Soap held him rather closely that night. His hand on Ghost’s chest. Ghost thought of pushing him away. They did not cuddle. But Soap had such a soft look on his face. He couldn’t tell him no.

So they cuddled. And it felt nice.

Ghost woke up to hear Soap on the phone with someone. Whatever they were talking about, it sounded important. His brain just couldn’t figure it out.

It didn’t sound important enough for him to get out of the warm and comfy bed. It was bliss.

Soap came back in and kissed his forehead. “Do you want to go out?”

“No.”

“We’re going out anyway. Just to the park. Fewer people. Great outdoors. Just for you to stretch your legs.” Soap patted him.

Ghost pushed his face into the pillows and groaned. “I don’t want to.”

“I’ll give you another reward when we get home.”

Ghost got up immediately. He got dressed and handed Soap the muzzle.

Soap smiled. “Would you be willing to try something?”

“You’re not tricking me into taking the collar off.”

“No, not that! Instead of a muzzle, what about a mask?” He took out a mask and put it on Ghost slowly. It covered the bottom half of his face perfectly. “There. You won’t tear the fabric will you?”

Ghost nodded slowly. “No. I would never.” He wouldn’t. He’d be a good boy and keep the fabric over his face. It felt nice. Really nice. It was so much more comfortable.

Soap smiled and it was blinding. “Good boy.” He ruffled his hair. “I’ll play rock music in the car for you.”

Ghost nodded and trailed after him like a dog as Soap rambled on.

“I was thinking later, we could decorate some. Remember, you don’t have to wear them. But I want you to be comfortable.”

Ghost nodded. “Okay…”

The ride to the park was unremarkable. Soap had set up a playlist of rock from around the time Ghost had been taken that Ghost really enjoyed. He hummed along to all of them and tapped the notes, trying to remember how to do so.

“I played guitar.”

Soap looked over in interest. “You did? How long?”

“My dad insisted I learn to play. So from when I was 8 to when I joined the army at 19.”

Soap nodded. “Nice. Did you like it?”

“Loved it. One of the few things my dad did right.” He smiled at him.

Soap patted his shoulder. “Maybe I can look for a guitar for you. May have to relearn a few things, but I’m sure you could figure it out.”

Ghost nodded. “I could… look into it.”

Soap pulled in to the parking lot and led Ghost to the water. It was a nice place. Full of thick forests.

Ghost looked around, breathing in. The place smelled wonderful. He tilted his head and took a deep breath.

Soap noticed that Ghost’s hips moved slightly. Back and forth like he was trying to wag his tail. He thought he was just so cute. They walked together and it was like a weight lifted off Ghost’s shoulders.

Ghost listened to something that Soap couldn’t hear. The squirrels in the trees and the mice running along the ground. He kicked his shoes off and felt the grass. His hand intertwined with Soap’s.

Ghost took a deep breath before leading Soap. “Knew. There’s a honeysuckle bush.” He managed to grab a few flowers and handed them to Soap. “A lady taught me this trick. I didn’t even realize they were native where we are.” He showed Soap how to separate the flower to get the liquid out of it. Ghost grabbed Soap firmly. “Open your mouth.”

Soap immediately opened his mouth and let Ghost put the nectar on his tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

“Sweet?”

“Yeah. That’s really good. Where did you say you learned this?”

“I don’t know where I was, but I was there with a bunch of people. One of the ladies got close to a guard somehow. He would let her go out occasionally. She brought some of the flowers and showed me how to do it.” Ghost set up another flower while he spoke and offered it to Soap who took immediately.

Soap thought it was sweet. But the look on Ghost’s face, the child like excitement at Soap enjoying collecting flowers with him.

It was hard to look away. Like watching an eclipse. Even if it hurt his eyes, he’d take it.

“Can you show me how? I want to give one to you.”

Ghost blinked in surprise before nodding. “So what you do is….”

#call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #shifter au

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coleaep · 2 years ago

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THE DAY AFTER

🤍MASTERLIST🤍

WARNINGS: minimum talk of an abusive ex, SMUT

I felt destroyed. Just an hour earlier I found out my boyfriend of 2 years had been cheating on me for one of them. I confronted him so he fisted me in the side of my stomach. That wasn't the first time he has hurt me. I just always thought one day he would stop taking his anger out on me and we would finally be a good couple. But of course, it was just a fantasy.

I scrolled through his instagram page dying at the sexual photos of him and his side chick that had been posted only 10 minutes ago.

After enough courage I finally put my phone on the charger and went to bed with tear stained cheeks.

"Yn!". Colby, my best friend was knocking on my front door. I got out of bed, dizzy from only just awakening and went to unlock it, not caring about looking like a total mess.

"What's up?" I ask running my hand over my forehead.

"You didn't answer your pho-...Yn. Please don't tell me that shit bag put that mark on you", he stared at the big purple bruise growing on my torso.

My brain had a major ding and i completely forgot about the bruise.

"Colby come in I wanna ask you something" he walked over to the couch and I went back to my room to grab my phone. I came back to the couch he sat at and I opened up instagram and showed Colby my exes sex photos.

"I confronted him and told him I was moving in with you so he punched me. I only told him that I was going to you so he couldn't hurt me though".

"Oh god Yn. I'm sorry" his hand laid on my thigh. I felt as though this is when I should mention my idea.

"But what I wanted ask, was.. do you maybe think we could like....you know..and post it as well as tagging him?" I clenched my jaw., using my hands to do the 'dirty' sorta symbol. (👉👌)

"Really?" I nodded at him.

"Sure" he shrugged.

I took his hand and we made our way to my room. He took off his and my clothes. His hands pulled me in my waist and he kissed my lips.

His lips tasted like mint and he smelt like expensive cologne. My hands ran down his chest and once they reached his waist I used my two pointer fingers to trace his v-line but I stop once I reach his cock.

"I need you" I whisper so he picks me up and softly lays me on my bed.

He grabs hold of my phone then makes his way down my chest to my core.

"Alright baby, take one" he positions himself so that he's on his knees and my legs are on his shoulders. I made sure the camera was in an angle that would cover us both.

After I snapped the picture he laid down, placing his head between my thighs. He looked up at me for confirmation and of course I gave it to him.

His tongue circled my clit in a fast motion whilst his pointer finger barely slid into my entrance. I screamed uncontrollably with every amount of pressure he applied to my heat. I was so mad at myself for not being able to see how attractive my friend really was. We always had a flirty friendship but it was never more.

But now? I wanted it to be.

"Colby I'm cumming!" One of my hands fist his hair whilst the other pulls on the sheets. His finger and tongue work fast, making me go over the edge even faster.

Within seconds I began to squirt on his tongue.

My heart was beating in my face and my vision was blurry. It wasn't until I looked at Colby's stunned face that I had realised I squirted.

"Bet that other sissy nuts couldn't make you squirt like that hm?" He says, now with his head in my neck. He sucked on my neck and every now and then he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

"You read for me?" He pants lining up his tip. I nodded at him and he sunk inside me slowly.

"Oh god. Your so big", I gasped. My hands stayed on his waist as he started soft thrusts so I could adjust.

"Jesus your tight. Something tells me you didn't get enough dick then your supposed to. But if it was me, you'd get it on the daily", I shivered at his words.

"Faster please Cole", and so he did. His pace was wild and his moans were loud. He pulled out and flipped me on my hands and knees. He slammed it but stopped once he bottom out. I only knew when I heard the small click of the phone camera, why he had paused.

He threw my phone on my side and thrusted his hips back and forth in once again, a fast pace. He wrapped my hair around his hand and carefully pulled my back so my head was now on his shoulder. His wet sweaty hair cover his flustered face.

"God... I never thought I'd get to have this" he puffed.

"Cumming.." I could barely speak to him feeling a huge wave go over my body. I felt his seed spill inside me as my body became limp against his.

"Thanks for impregnating me. And helping me get back at that douche". I finally let out.

I attempted to go find my clothes but I only failed when Colby pulled me back on the bed.

"I think since I did you a favour, I should get one in return" he whispered in my ear with a majestic raspy voice.

"Oh yer? What's the favour?"

"Will you do me a favour and be my girlfriend?" He smirks at me.

"M'k" I laugh at him as he pulled me in close.

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years ago

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Orange - L.JN & N.JM

pairing: na jaemin x reader x lee jeno

au/genre: smut, fluff, humor, angst to some degree, established relationship!AU, boyfriend!Jaemin, boyfriend's best friend!Jeno, best friend!Haechan, bottom!jeno (?)

word count: 10.323 words

warnings: mxm content, threesome, kink discovery, sex toys (butt blugs, mentions of a vibrator), bunny costumes in a sexual context, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal sex (m and f receiving), muscle kink, mentions of period sex, oral (f receiving, kinda m receiving), pet names, dry humping, cumming in pants, unprotected sex (just don't)

synopsis: your happy relationship with jaemin lacks nothing but a little spice in the sheets, in your opinion. hence, you want to tickle a kink out of your boyfriend. who would've guessed that his best friend plays a huge role in said journey, and could change your relationship forever?

taglist: @yujaemna @meowniee @sfsrm-blog @legbouk @bbyjayb

Dating Jaemin is relatively easy. You get along naturally, have fun laughing until your tummies hurt, help each other in difficult situations, and grow together as people. You genuinely love him, there's no denying that, and loves you back just as much.

There are just two tiny problems.

Number 1: your sex life

It's not that it's particularly boring, it's just that you're excited to experiment with sex in every way possible, but Jaemin seems to be more of a traditional kind of guy when it comes to couple activities in the sheets. So whenever you've brought up the idea of trying something new, he's never been thrilled, and since you don't want to pressure him, you let it go. Don't get it wrong, missionary is fun and all that, and most of the time you cum at least once during the whole experience, but your heart yearns for something a little more thrilling from time to time.

And number 2: his best friend

You don't understand the relationship between two certified best bros, but you're smart enough not to question it. Jaemin and his bestie Jeno are the closest thing two people can get before being officially together, you notice, as you find them cuddling on the couch every so often. They also go on dates, but you're not allowed to call it that since they're just "bro quality times", but having a candle light dinner with your best friend is... pretty date-y to you, especially when Jaemin brings home a single red rose every other week.

All of this would surely bother you a little more if it weren't for your teeny tiny crush on Jaemin's best friend. If Jaemin acted like that with anyone else, you'd be fuming, but with Jeno, you kind of (completely) understand. The man is cute and friendly at all times, and he would have swooned you with his handsome face and ripped body alone, but his lovable personality makes it even worse. Okay, maybe it's more than a tiny crush, maybe it's a fully developed crush, but no one has to know that. It's not like you'd ever act on it or anything.

So, yeah, you can't really do anything about problem number two, but your knight in shining armor (read: your best friend) is there to help you settle your first problem.

"You could just talk to him again, you know?" Donghyuck throws in, then busies his mouth with chewing on his popcorn again. Since he's started working his part-time job at the local cinema, he always has a box of the sweet, sticky treat with him. You wonder if he'll ever get sick of it.

"I can't. I don't wanna pressure him," you retort in a quiet voice of concentration, finishing up your nails with a last drag of the brush over the nail of your thumb, lifting both of your hands in the air afterwards to admire your work of painting them in the nuance "withy witty summer fun" (orange).

"Then you should try something again."

"Do you remember last time when I hid a vibrator under the blankets for him to find during sexy time?" – you stop admiring your nails to stare at Donghyuck intensely – "I still have a fucking bump on my forehead from when he screamed and threw it at me."

"You just caught him off guard," Donghyuck reasons, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air to catch it with his mouth, but he misses, and the popcorn hits the corner of his mouth and then the ground only to roll underneath your couch. You watch morosely.

"I have a few more ideas," Donghyuck leans forward to whisper into your ear. Attentively, you listen, and carefully as to not ruin your nails grab a piece of his popcorn, munching away with brows furrowed in concentration and narrowed eyes...

Fixing your hair one last time in the rounded mirror of your bedroom, you nod at yourself, confirming that your look is perfect and irresistible. Of course you could've stuck to something as simple as pretty lingerie, but where's the fun in that? You want to tickle a kink out of Jaemin, so this is much better.

Draping yourself on the bed, you grab your phone to text your boyfriend who you know is currently playing online games and talking to his friends over Discord in the living room.

You [20:38]

Come to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you! ;-)

Jaemin [20:38]

Is it my package? Can't believe they're delivering this late...

You [20:38]

???????

It's not

Jaemin [20:39]

Can it wait? I'm winning! :D

You [20:39]

HUrry up!?!?

You throw your phone away, annoyed. But the next second, you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Excitedly, you get into position, sitting on your knees in the middle of the mattress ready to bat your lashes at the person entering the room.

The door creeks slightly, revealing Jaemin's grin which soon drops into an expression of confusion. "Wha-"

"Hello there," you wink, pushing your arms together in front of your body to press your tits together.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"I'm your bunny, master," you say seductively, and Jaemin can't hide the amused grin creeping back on his face as he takes in your pink bunny ears that rest atop of your head, paired with your fluffy underwear set.

"Are you planning Halloween costumes already?" Jaemin snickers, stepping closer until he reaches the bed and sits down, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"I'm not. This is all for you, baby," you say and lean into his hand that reaches out to stroke over your cheek.

"It's cute," Jaemin admits, and you lean in to kiss him. His lips move softly against your own, slowly but surely building a rhythm that contains nothing but love and lust. Jaemin's hands rest on your waist, gently stroking your exposed skin with his thumbs. He gently pushes you to lay down, then presses a last kiss to your lips before sitting up, tugging on your costume.

"Don't- you want it to stay on?" You ask, surprised. You were sure it's working this time.

"Um... not really," Jaemin admits, tongue wetting his lower lip.

"Why?" You whine, frustration taking over you. As a result, you sit back up, turning around to show him the rest of your outfit, "I even wore a matching tail!"

As soon as Jaemin snorts, you know that you've lost him. Again.

"Hey-" you enter the living room. "...guys?"

On the couch sit your boyfriend and his best friend, and you're a little surprised since no one's told you he'd be over today. The thing that's a little more odd, though, is the way Jaemin's legs are draped over Jeno's lap, the older holding onto Jaemin's calves who plays with the hair of Jeno's neck.

"Oh, hey," Jaemin grins, then motions his head towards the TV, "we're watching 'Just Friends', you wanna join?"

You eye their compromising position a little longer as you try to push the weird feeling to the back of your mind, then sit beside – or rather behind – Jaemin. During the movie, you kind of feel like you're third wheeling, but that's honestly nothing new.

"Jaemin," you whisper, nudging his back. Jaemin hums, turning his head towards you, and you're sure that he must have dislocated his neck doing so. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by Jeno, of course, how could it with how they're attached at the hips. "I wanna... cuddle too..."

"Oh, of course, sorry!" Jaemin removes his legs from Jeno's lap and turns to the front, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. You sigh contently with closed eyes, but as you open them, you find your face to be really, really close to Jeno's since Jaemin's done the same to him.

You gulp, then give him and awkward, tight-lipped smile that he mirrors, then turn your attention back to the movie, trying to calm down your pulse and thoughts at how close Jeno is right now.

"Ah, my favorite people," Jaemin sighs, and you can hear the grin in his voice before he presses a kiss to your head that is quickly followed by another kissing noise, presumably to Jeno's head.

Yeah, admittedly, it's a bit weird.

"Okay, so apparently he isn't into bunny costumes! Who can blame him?" Donghyuck says after you've told him about the disaster a few days ago, his eyebrows risen as he lifts his hands in defeat.

"Me! I can blame him! I looked hot as shit and he laughed at me," you whine, hiding your face in your hands at the embarrassing memory.

"But there has to be something," Donghyuck retorts, chewing on the skin of his thumb as he loses himself in his thoughts. You, too, are trying to come up with a solution for your problem.

"Have you tried dirty talk?" Donghyuck finally pipes up after what seemed like half an hour of silence. You raise your head, tiredness obvious in your eyes as you blink at him, your forehead showing a red spot from where you'd rested your head in your hand.

"Yes, I called him master, remember?" You cringe at the thought, throwing yourself backwards to lay on your couch, though you miss, and tumble onto the soft carpet instead. A loud whine and a quiet 'ouch' leave your lips.

"Yeah, I know, but that was a bit extreme..." he points out, and you lift your head up to glare at him. "What I'm trying to say is, do it again, more subtly."

"Fuck, Jaemin," you moan as Jaemin pushes deep into you. He feels heavenly as he drags his tip along your walls, stimulating you in just the right places. Jaemin hums in response, placing his head in the crook of your neck to leave gentle kisses on your skin.

Your moans grow louder as you exaggerate them, throwing in curse word after curse word that do not seem to affect Jaemin in the slightest, his pace and sounds remaining at their original level. Frustrated, you press your lips together before putting out the most sinful words you can imagine.

"Love how your cock feels in me. You're so fucking big, stretching me out so well. Only you can fuck me like that, please, keep going, it feels so good, love your cock so much," you whimper right next to his ear, and you can feel his rhythm falter with each of your words.

You smile in victory, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. "I'm yours to use, Jaemin, I'm your little slut, please fuck me full of your cum, make me drip for days-"

Jaemin grunts, and before you can even breathe in to mutter your next string of dirty words, he-

"- put his hand on my mouth!" You whine, then grab for your pillow to scream inside of it, tears of frustration pooling in your eyes.

"That is-", Donghyuck halts to stifle a snicker, "- unfortunate."

"I couldn't even look him in the eyes for the past two days, Hyuck, I can't do this anymore," you sigh, putting the pillow down onto your lap. Maybe this is all useless. Jaemin just doesn't seem to have any interest in spicing up your sex life. Maybe you should just accept that.

"Last night I was reminded of something while watching porn," Donghyuck speaks up out of a sudden, making you snap your head at him in surprise, a frown plastered on your features as if saying "do I really wanna know?"

"There is one thing that nearly ever dude is into," Donghyuck continues and your ears pipe up at the promising statement.

Donghyuck shuffles closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, and stares deep into your eyes. You have to admit, he's great at creating a dramatic atmosphere and keeping you at the edge of your seat. He inhales, then exhales, looks down, then back up into your eyes.

"Anal."

"Hey- oh. Hey, Jeno," you say as you enter the living room, said man waving at you shyly, and you can't help but feel a little tingling in your tummy. You walk into the kitchen, place the grocery bags on the counter, and slowly begin unpacking.

"Hey babe."

You turn around to Jaemin sticking his head through the doorway, grinning at you before sending you a flying kiss. You return the action, a broad smile taking over as you watch your beautiful boyfriend's handsome face.

"Jaemin, your turn," it sounds from the living room, and Jaemin quickly excuses himself.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you go back to the task at hand, when suddenly you get interrupted again, but this time by someone clearing their throat. Once again, you turn around, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of Jeno.

"Jaemin send me here to help you since he-"

"I know, I know," you giggle, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before noticing the action, frowning for a brief second, and letting it fall back into your face, "it's his turn."

Jeno smiles awkwardly, then moves to stand beside you. You can't say that the undeniable proximity makes you feel a little hot, and weak in the knees.

"Um, you could put this up there, if you want," you suggest and point to two packages of flour and the shelf to your right. Jeno nods and attends the task immediately, each of his large hands grabbing one package that he easily places on the shelf, biceps completely on display for you to ogle.

"And maybe put the cereals up there?" You point towards your left, the highest shelf in your kitchen that you can barely reach, and Jeno simply smiles and nods again, taking ahold of the red carton.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him place it on the shelf, his shirt riding up to give you a great view of his toned abs, and you're sure that either time has started to go by way slower than usual, or he's taking his sweet time completing the task.

Once he does, however, you're a bit embarrassed, a slight blush on your cheeks as you hurry him back into the living room for 'his turn' that Jaemin just announced. When you're back in the kitchen, alone this time, you have to take a few breaths to clear your thoughts and calm down your heartbeat.

Stretched and cleaned in all the right places, you jump onto the bed after your admittedly long shower. Your hair is still a little wet, but you couldn't wait any longer, too excited at the thought of finally proposing the idea of trying anal to your boyfriend. Jaemin is already seated on the bed, phone in hand as he scrolls mindlessly through one of his apps. As soon as your knees hit the mattress, he looks up at you, a loving grin on his face.

Jaemin reaches out to push a strand of your wet hair behind your ear. He tilts his head to the side, taking you in.

"I'm on my period," you announce happily.

"Yey, no baby!"

"That's not what I was hinting at, but sure: yey, no baby!" You imitate Jaemin's words and shake your fists in the air to display happiness. Jaemin laughs at your response.

"Actually," you start speaking, then push the blanket off of Jaemin to climb into his lap, "I want something."

You start by kissing his cheek, then move further down his jaw and down his neck, taking in the pretty sounds he lets out at your actions. Your hands find their way under his shirt, stroking over his abs, then up to his chest. Jaemin hums, and starts touching you as well, moving his hands over your body lovingly.

Once again you realize that you feel extremely safe in his arms.

Soon, your hands wander further down to the hem of his pants, playing around with it a little until you motion for him to take them off.

"But-"

"I know you don't like period sex," you interrupt him, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. His pupils are a little dilated, and he looks partly confused and partly aroused, and you can feel his growing bulge against your clothed core.

"I had something else in mind," you whisper, then kiss him, gently grabbing ahold of his hands to place them on your ass. Jaemin takes the hint and begins to massage the flesh with his hands.

"What is it?" Jaemin whispers back against your lips.

"I want you to-", you halt, suddenly a little more nervous than before at the fear of him rejecting you again, but there's no use in turning back now. A shaky breath leaves your lips before you speak again, "I want you to f-fuck my ass."

As soon as it's out there, your eyes close on their own, afraid of Jaemin's reaction. After a moment, you open them again, curiosity outweighing the fear. Jaemin just looks at you. He doesn't look opposed, and he certainly doesn't look amused like the last times.

"Please just once, we never have to do it again if you don't like it. And I already cleaned and stretched and-"

"Okay."

Your eyes widen comically, mouth agape. "Really?"

"Yeah," Jaemin smiles, then goes back to kissing you. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, tickling you as your heart beats happily in your chest. You immediately feel thrice as aroused, partly because he lifted the fear of your shoulders, and mainly because it's happening, it's happening!!!!

You moan into the kiss, pulling Jaemin closer to you as you grind down on his cock. You make out for a little while until Jaemin's the one to push you off of him gently, laying you down on your stomach. Excitement rushes over you at the new position and his (admittedly very soft) manhandling. You arch your back, pushing your ass into Jaemin's direction who just grabs at your cheeks once again.

He strokes upwards over your back, then back down to your thighs, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Jaemin then removes your panties under your wide shirt, pulling them off your legs and placing them next to the bed on the floor.

The fact that you're not even able to see what he's doing makes you feel even hotter. Jaemin presses a kiss to each of your ass cheeks, stroking over the soft flesh over and over again as if he's finally able to really appreciate your butt (in a way, he is).

Hearing the drawer of your bedside table open, you wiggle your ass in anticipation, to excited to keep still at what's to come. You can hear him open the bottle of lube and push some of the liquid out onto his hand, you believe.

"I should finger you first, right?"

"Please," you whimper, feeling like you could cum the second his finger touches your hole. Jaemin chuckles behind you at your eagerness.

When he finally starts circling your hole, you feel your eyes crossing, then closing on their own, a drawn out moan leaving your lips as soon as he pushes the digit inside. You've stretched yourself enough earlier that it doesn't take long until Jaemin seems satisfied with the way you're taking three of his fingers.

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Yeah," you sigh, and as Jaemin presses his tip into your hole, you have to grab onto the sheets for support because fuck is he big and fuck is this hot. A broken moan tumbles out of your throat as Jaemin sinks deeper into you. He's doing it very slowly as not to hurt you, and that turns you on beyond belief, and you hear him grunt, seemingly trying to hold himself back from just thrusting deeply inside of you in one swift motion, for your sake.

"Shit," he curses once he's completely inside, and you feel light headed at not only the stretch, but the fact that Jaemin just cursed. Jaemin never curses during sex, and you feel so giddy inside that you can't even focus on the slightly uncomfortable, or rather unfamiliar feeling of something that big inside your ass.

Carefully, Jaemin pulls his hips back, stroking your inner walls gently, his tip catching on your rim before he pushes back in. You feel the stretch all over again, but this time you've grown accustomed to it already, sighing contently at the feeling. Jaemin takes this as a sign that you're comfortable and slowly picks up his pace. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips further back.

As you turn your head to the side to be able to look at him, kind of, you almost cum right on the spot. Jaemin's watching the way his cock repeatedly disappears inside of your hole, then throws his head back, eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes close, a groan erupting form his throat. It's so sexy to see Jaemin finally letting go like this, viewing sex as something that is not only intimate and feels good, but can also be exciting, thrilling even, and new.

Suddenly, Jaemin leans forward, completely burying you under his weight, his cock being shoved into you completely, and he reaches between your body and the mattress to be able to stroke your clit.

"Shit, Jaemin," you whine, not sure whether to push your hips further against his own, or forwards against his fingers. You decide on a mixture of both, pressing back against Jaemin's hips as he presses his into yours, and further against his moving fingers every time he pulls back.

The feeling is nothing less than amazing, and it doesn't take long for you to come undone, shaking in Jaemin's hold as he presses himself against your ass to empty himself deep inside.

The incident of the other night should have put a stop to your obsession of finding something that really gets Jaemin going, but due to the fact of him not bringing the topic of butt stuff up ever again since then, you can't wait to test out a little more. Though you're officially out of ideas now, not even Donghyuck can come up with anything you haven't tried.

An idea strikes you right in the head as you come home from work one afternoon, finding your house to be very Jaemin-less, as you realize once you've announced your arrival and not getting a happy greeting back.

What you do find, and the sight made you jump so hard you almost lost balance, is Jeno sitting alone in your poorly lit living room on his phone.

"Jaemin got a call from work a few minutes ago, said he would be back in half an hour," Jeno informs you after profusely apologizing for scaring you.

"I see," you nod, sitting down on the couch a bit away from him.

"He," Jeno clears his throat, "told me to cook you something, but I'm really, really bad at cooking so I didn't think it would be a good idea to-"

"Oh, no, don't worry about it, I already ate," you respond, nodding your head once to emphasize your point. Jeno hums, then an awkward silence arises.

You just sit there, staring holes into the ground, and he does too, which you notice since you avert your gaze every now and then to check him out. It's honestly his fault for wearing the tightest shirt you've ever seen in your life. Without being able to stop the question from popping up in your mind, you ask yourself what Jeno would be like in bed.

Then, it hits you. Jaemin and Jeno are friends, or actually, they're probably more than that, but that means that Jaemin must have mentioned what he's into somewhere in their countless years of knowing each other, right?

"Can I ask you something?" You disturb the silence, and Jeno raises his head to look at you with wide eyes.

"Of course."

"Well..." You realize that you should have practiced this conversation a little more before just putting it out there. You decide to just go for broke. "How much do you know about our sex life?"

Jeno's eyes widen to an alarming extend, and he begins opening and closing his mouth like a fish before settling on: "Nothing!"

"Ah, really?" You nod, a little disappointed. "Has Jaemin ever mentioned something that he...'d be into?"

"We don't, um, normally talk about stuff like that."

"I see, I'm sorry, then," you nod, pressing your lips together.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Jeno says and reaches out to put a hand on your thigh. The action might seem comforting, but to you it's everything but, and Jeno must've noticed your hitched breathing as he retorts the hand as quickly as possible.

"Sorry!"

"No, no, don't be." You assure him. "It's just that... I mean you probably noticed?" You try, face scrunched up weirdly in a mixture of embarrassment and trying to look apologetic. Jeno just looks at you questioningly. "The way I behave around you must not have given it away, huh... am I that good of an actor?"

Both of you laugh awkwardly and at this point you just wish for Jaemin to hurry with whatever he's doing to put you out of your misery.

"Well, I am kind of attracted to you. But! It's really nothing serious! Nothing to worry about! Oh shit, what if this makes things weird between you and Jaemin... I should've just kept my mouth shut."

"Don't worry," Jeno pipes up, making you look at him only to realize that he sits a bit closer to you now, "I actually... I feel the same."

"Oh?"

"I mean, we barely know each other, but-"

"Yeah."

It's silent for a while, and you take great interest in your fingernails.

"Can I confess something else?"

You lift your head to look at Jeno, nodding immediately as he looks about as confident as a dear in headlights. The awkwardness of the whole situation had caused you to completely miss the way your heart reacts whenever Jeno speaks.

"I kind of feel the same about Jaemin..."

"Oh," you say, eyebrows rising in surprise, "I mean, is that why you're-"

"Yeah."

"-so close. Mmh, I see," you nod to yourself. So Jeno does like Jaemin like that. Like that. Knowing this information should probably disturb you a little more, shouldn't it? But why doesn't it?

"I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable," Jeno adds, hands fiddling with each other in his lap as he eyes you from the side.

"No, don't worry, don't worry at all," you mumble, gears turning in your brain and the new found information. And just as Jaemin opens the front door to scream "hello", you get an idea.

"That... might honestly be the best thing you've ever come up with," Donghyuck beams, then presses his face into his box of popcorn to grab a piece with his lips since his hands are occupied by you doing his nails this time.

"I know, right? I mean, it's not really a plan yet, Jaemin has to agree, first of all, and-"

"It's going to be amazing. Oh my God, I'm so excited for you," Donghyuck jumps in his seat which causes his hands to move, to what you react by scoldingly slapping the back of his hand.

"Hold still!"

"You're living the dream," Donghyuck sighs, dreamingly staring off into the distance.

"Like I said, I don't even know what Jaemin-"

"What do you think he's like in bed? Jeno, I mean."

"Actually, I have no idea. He's pretty unreadable to me, to be honest," you admit, thinking back of all the times you've ogled his body, then quickly shake your head to push the images away before you get distracted.

"Do you want to know my professional opinion?" Donghyuck asks, mouth already full of popcorn again. Of course you do. For some reason, Donghyuck has a great way of telling what people are into, that's why it's been so easy for you to tell him what you'd want to do with Jaemin. He can't read Jaemin though, unfortunately.

"Okay, I've only seen him, like, thrice, from afar, but," Donghyuck pops the last word from his lips like a popsicle, "I think he's either the toppiest top or the subbiest bottom."

"You think..."

"I mean, he's ripped, but shy as hell. Maybe he's a service top, but I actually think he's a bottom. He just gives these 'please grab my jaw, spit in my mouth, and tell me what to do'-vibes, you know?"

Nodding as you stare into the distance, you imagine Jeno in exactly that scenario, "I see it." You imagine it, clearly, Jeno underneath you, looking up at you with his cute puppy eyes, waiting for you to tell him what to do, how to please you, all while Jaemin sits behind you, pushing your hair away from your neck to kiss it before whispering 'look at our pretty boy, what should we do with him today?'...

"Anyway," Donghyuck announces to get you to snap out of your trance, "how are you going to propose the idea to Jaemin?"

"Veeeeeery slowly," Jaemin says, standing behind you as he assist you in how to properly add the egg white into the batter for Jeno's birthday cake. "Good job."

Jaemin kisses your cheek and you feel a strange tingle inside your pants at his praising, and you immediately wonder if Jeno reacts the same when he gets complimented by your boyfriend. Eagerly, you spin around, grabbing Jaemin by the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss that he lovingly returns, holding onto your waist to pull you closer to him.

When you pull back to stare lovingly into his eyes, you find nothing but pure adoration in Jaemin's. "You know, I really admire your friendship with Jeno. I like seeing you together. The fact that you're planning a whole birthday party for him, and even baking a cake."

"Really?" Jaemin grins, then presses a big wet kiss onto your cheek, and you giggle, feeling so absolutely in love with him that you almost forget about the task at hand: prepare him for the idea of a threesome.

It goes like this, all day, every day, for a few weeks. As often as possible, you try to slip in a little hint of it being really okay for you that he's so close with Jeno, that they could be even closer, and then, really, really subtly, that you want to fuck both of them at the same time.

Though Jaemin never really reacts to your words, not even when you mentioned Jeno as you were making out, and you're not sure if that's a good thing because your plan is working and his subconsciousness will do the rest for you, or if it's a bad thing and you could have spent your weeks talking to a brick wall with the same outcome.

Either way, you realized that there's someone else in this equation that you should take into consideration. Saying you kind of romantically like your best friend and their partner is one thing, but it doesn't mean that you're head over heels for the idea of, well, sleeping together.

As if the heavens above heard your silent pleas, they hand you an opportunity to talk to Jeno alone on a silver platter.

It's not often that you and Jaemin decide to go out, but from time to time, you do. One of your friends threw a party that night, inviting not only you and your boyfriend, but also Jeno. For the occasion, you wore an insanely short dress that hugs your curves perfectly, and you caught Jeno staring every so often which inflated your ego drastically. Maybe a tad too much because right now, with Jaemin tucked into bed after he's had a little bit too much to drink, you're once again sitting on the couch with Jeno.

You're downing water to prevent a hangover before heading to bed as well, your shared level of intoxication making it way easier for both of you to talk to each other.

"When I asked you about Jaemin's kinks last time," you state, eyelids a little heavy as you look over at Jeno, "it was for a reason."

"Really?" Jeno answers, smiling weakly with raised brows to urge you to continue.

"It's- not that it's bad, you know, in bed, I just want to experiment a little, but he doesn't like any of the stuff so far," you open your heart to him, and he nods along, way less shy and awkward than that night a couple of weeks ago.

"I just want him to live a little... I mean, he seemed to like the butt stuff," you admit, pouting slightly.

"Butt stuff?" Jeno's eyes widen a tad, and the sudden urge to kiss him washes over you, but of course, you'd never act on it. "Like anal?"

"Yeah."

"I can see why Jaemin's into that."

"Why?"

"Just a thought."

You hum in acknowledgement, sliding your back down the couch until you're lying down on it. "I had an idea."

"What idea?"

"Okay," you sit back up, a serious expression on your face, "you don't have to agree, or say anything really, but I've thought about..." You bite your lip, suddenly not so confident anymore. Your eyes focus on the floor, then the wall, then your fingers, just anywhere that isn't Jeno. With this proposal, you could scare him away. "...maybe... you could... join-"

"Yes!"

"Oh?" You raise your head, looking at him with slightly risen brows, "That was fast."

"Ah," Jeno breaks out a smile, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head, "sorry if that was weird. I'm just glad you mentioned it. I... thought about it for a while now."

"Me too," you say, tongue darting out to lick over your lower lip as you check out the way Jeno's dress shirt reveals his chest and collarbones. You wonder what he would taste like if you licked over his skin, you wonder how he'd smell if you breathed in right behind his ear, you wonder how he'd feel inside you... "I've tried talking to Jaemin, but I don't know if he's up for it... maybe we should sit down with him together?"

"I think that's a good idea."

"Thank you," you smile genuinely, "and thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you for considering me."

"Last night was wild, huh?" Jaemin grins as he digs into his breakfast, completely unaffected by the way both you and Jeno can't seem to pry your nervous eyes off him.

"Sure, very wild," you nod, nervous hands fiddling with your chopsticks.

"It was pretty wild, yeah, like you said," Jeno answers almost at the same time, grabbing for his mug for the third time in the past minute, only to watch the liquid for a split second, then place it back on the table.

"Did anything happen after I went to bed?" Jaemin laughs. Seemingly, he did take notice in the way you're behaving so weirdly.

"Ah, not really, right Jeno?"

"Yeah, exactly, just nothing," Jeno supports your statement with a nod, his lips pressed tightly together. Jaemin raises a brow at him, then you, and you send him a forced smile which leads to Jaemin placing his own chopsticks down next to his plate.

"Look, guys, please just tell me. I can't enjoy my meal with the way you're both looking at me like you're wearing full diapers."

You snort at the statement, holding your hand in front of your mouth, though it obviously does nothing to conceal it. Jeno's eyes are glued to the ingredients listed on the cereal, and you decide that now has to be the right time to address the topic.

"Alright," you turn your whole body to face Jaemin, clearing your throat in the process, "so, uh, how should I put this... um, me and Jeno here," – you gesture to the guy sitting across from you who's currently occupied with chewing on the skin around his fingernails – "...spoke..."

"It's totally fine if you don't want to," Jeno throws in, looking at Jaemin who's smile seems to falter with every word you put out there.

"Yes, totally! It's just that we found-"

"- we realized that-"

"- and that made me think-"

"- I just don't want it to be weird-"

"- it was definitely not an easy decision to make-"

"- just because we've been friends for so long and-"

"- I obviously love you-"

"Guys!" Jaemin's loud voice stops both of your rambling. Then he adds a little calmer, "just tell me what it is."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly to collect your thoughts, though Jeno puts it out there before you can even open your mouth to speak.

"A threesome."

Jaemin's eyes widen, the blinks once, very slowly, then really fast, then he repeats Jeno's words with a voice that is a little too calm for your liking. You frown, biting your lip nervously, eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

It's silent for a good while, and you don't even dare to look at Jaemin, much less at Jeno.

"You don't have to-"

"Now I understand why you've been mentioning him all this time," Jaemin mutters, more to himself than in response to you. You feel your chest tighten. All this time, it had been so much fun, planning it out, fantasizing, and speaking with Jeno, that you completely forgot the fact that Jaemin could dislike the idea. Fuck, what if he thinks that you're not happy with him, that he's not enough for you, that you want to cheat on him? God, you can't even imagine how he must feel right now, possibly just simply betrayed by the people he loves the most.

"Jaem-"

"I have to go," he states, standing up, his chair screeching on the floor as he pushes it back, then he leaves the room. Not long after, you hear the front door closing.

Shit.

It's normal for Jaemin to leave when he's upset, though it doesn't happen often, so you're not really used to the feeling of having to wait for him. You decided to do a little bit of cleaning to get your mind off of things, though it's not really working. Jeno's left soon after Jaemin, claiming that it would be weird if he stayed, and he had chores to do anyway.

As it begins dawning outside, you start to feel a little bit worried about Jaemin. He's been gone the whole day, and though you want to give him space to think things over, you just want to know that he's safe. Fortunately, Jaemin knows how to behave like a decent human being, even though he's possibly mad at you, and texts you.

Jaemin [21:28]

I'm fine, don't worry. I just need time to think.

You decide to leave it at that, going to bed later with worries clouding your mind.

The next morning, you wake up, fortunately finding your boyfriend fast asleep next to you. A heavy weight falls off your chest since, whatever he's feeling right now, it's not bad enough that he can't share a bed with you. Though your heart and body ache to cuddle up to him, you peel yourself out of the sheets and move to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Not long after, Jaemin joins you in the kitchen. You feel your heartbeat increase, feeling admittedly nervous around him at the moment. Honestly, you can't wait to talk it out, but you respect his boundaries enough to wait until he is ready. There is no use in talking about it before Jaemin's ready.

Hence, you sit down at the table, eating in silence as you scroll through your phone. Jaemin sits down besides you, and you can practically feel the tension in his shoulders in your own.

Suddenly, Jaemin breathes in deeply, turns to you, opens his mouth, but closes it again soon after. You know the moment has come.

"I thought about it," finally comes out, and you nod at him, curious about the outcome, "and firstly, I want to apologize for not taking it too well. I was just surprised, is all. When I thought about it, really imagined it, I slowly began to kind of like the idea."

He holds his hand out subtly for you to take, and you do, signing him that you're not upset or hurt. The bubbling excitement in your veins you try to force down, or at least away from your face and feet to not give it away with a grin or excited movements.

"I'm glad," you bring out, and Jaemin grins widely, a sight you'd missed the past 24 hours.

"So, when?"

"When?" Your eyes bulge out of your head. You'd not anticipated for him to be so into the idea.

"Yeah! I mean, after really thinking about it, I realized that I really want to. Soon!" Jaemin nods, and grins even wider, squeezing your hand harder to support his expression of excitement. A smile takes over your face, and Jaemin leans in to kiss your cheek.

Okay, Jaemin wants it, you want it, Jeno wants it, there is nothing stopping you.

A few days later, Jeno is over once again. He's yet to learn about Jaemin's response to the whole situation, but you and Jaemin decided that it would be much more fun to catch him by surprise. While you finish getting dolled up in the safe confines of your bedroom, Jaemin and Jeno hang out on the couch in the living room.

Fancy lingerie covering your body under your oversized shirt, you shimmy over to the living room, entering carefully to see Jaemin sitting there with a grin, as close to Jeno as always, whilst his best friend looks a bit like this is a job interview, completely stiff and unrelaxed. For a second, you feel bad for him, and wonder if you should've told him, but the thought slips your mind as soon as you make eye contact with Jaemin, who bites his lip at the sight of you.

"May I sit down?" You ask, startling Jeno just a bit, his eyes immediately darting down to your exposed legs.

"Of course," Jaemin grins even wider, and Jeno nods without a word, but a gulp.

You walk over to them, standing in front of Jeno who looks at you with wide, surprised eyes, then you sit down on his lap. Jeno's eyes widen even more, wildly looking around between you and Jaemin to understand if this is okay for everybody, though his hands instinctively come to hold your waist.

"It's okay," Jaemin mumbles, gently caressing the back of yours and Jeno's neck before gently guiding them towards each other, hinting that he wants to see you kiss. Heat curls in your stomach, excitement causing a gush of wetness to seep out of you into your flimsy underwear, and you involuntarily grind down against Jeno a little.

Jeno's now lidded eyes find yours, "yeah?" He asks, and you breath out the same syllable as an answer before diving in. Jeno's kiss against your lips feels different from Jaemin's, not better or worse, just different, and you close your eyes, humming into the kiss.

Suddenly, you feel Jaemin's presence closer to you, his breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck before he places gentle kisses there, hands roaming over your body. At this, you moan, pressing your body down against Jeno's who seems to be having a similar reaction to you, whining quietly as his hips buck up, making you feel his forming bulge.

The kiss becomes messier, needier, there's so much tongue and spit involved that when you finally part to catch your breaths, there's a string of spit still connecting your lips. You breathe heavily, feeling almost overwhelmed, but you can't dwell on that feeling because just a second later, Jaemin presses his own lips against yours.

With Jeno, kissing is new and exciting, you got to test out how he reacts to different movements of your tongue, or when you suck on his lips, but with Jaemin, it's warm and familiar, he knows exactly how to kiss you to get you all hot and bothered. Now, with this mixture of both, the feeling of Jeno's cock pressing against your clothed core, and the fact that everyone here is so much into this, you feel yourself getting wetter by the second, heat taking over your whole form.

When Jaemin pulls away, you briefly gaze into his eyes, and he grins at you before turning to Jeno. His gaze is hazy, taking in the beauty of both of you, and he seems to be pretty out of it already. It takes you by surprise when Jaemin's eyes dart down to Jeno's lips, and you gasp as soon as Jaemin closes the gap between him and Jeno, and presses their mouths together. Jeno seems to be just as surprised as you are, but honestly, neither of you is complaining. You find that it is really, really fucking hot to see your boyfriend make out with his best friend, you grind down against Jeno even more, noticing the way only one of his hands guides the movements on your hips while the other is busy roaming Jaemin's body.

When Jaemin pulls back, their eyes are glazed over with lust. Jeno's lip is trembling a bit, and as they gaze into each other's eyes, you suggest to move over to the bedroom.

As quickly as possible, you scramble over into the bedroom. As your bodies hit the mattress, it's not long until your clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

Soon, you find yourself seated between Jaemin's legs, your back pressed against his chest as he gropes at your breasts. Jeno appears between your own spread legs, laying down on his stomach.

"Eat her out," you hear Jaemin's raspy voice behind you, and you mewl at his dominant behavior.

"Y-yes," Jeno answers, then questioningly finds your eyes to ask for your consent, to which you nod immediately. He gently peels your underwear off your legs, exposing your glistening hole to his eyes. He nothing but whimpers at the sight, then goes straight to work of licking a fat stripe over your folds.

You moan, pressing your hips forward against his face, your hands coming to grab at his hair, but Jaemin catches them before you can bury your hands in the older's locks, caging you between his arms.

A shudder washes over you, and Jaemin leans down to whisper into your ear, "just enjoy it."

Your brain feels clouded with lust as you nod weakly, trying to focus on the way Jeno begins sucking on your clit, but Jaemin's hot presence behind you, and the way his cock presses against your back, makes it hard.

"This is so fucking hot," you hear Jaemin say, as Jeno plunges his tongue into your hole. At this point, you're a panting mess, moans spilling out uncontrollably as you relish in the feeling of the two boys. "You're doing so well, Jeno."

Noticing the way Jeno's hips press against the mattress repeatedly, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. And when Jaemin tells Jeno to push his fingers into you, it's not long until you feel it snap, clenching around Jeno's fingers as you cum hard.

"Good girl," Jaemin mutters into your ear, and you feel like you could cum again just from that. You wonder what's gotten into Jaemin to make him all dominant like this, but you can't really form any coherent thoughts at this point.

"G-good boy," you let out shakily, maintaining eye contact with Jeno who looks about as fucked out as you, and Jaemin chuckles behind you. Weakly, you move to the side, and as Jeno gets up, you notice the way his cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. He looks so fucking hot, you notice, taking in his strong muscles and the way they flex when he moves. You pull him closer by his neck, attaching your lips to his as Jaemin grabs ahold of Jeno's small waist, pulling him closer to himself until Jeno's laying on top of him.

Parting from Jeno, you take in their position, and your post-orgasm mind can't comprehend that it's happening, you're having a threesome, and Jaemin is so into it that he begins pressing Jeno closer against himself until the older's grinding his bulge against Jaemin's.

From your position, you can't do much but watch, but you don't mind at all, not with how fucking hot they look dry humping each other, desperate moans rumbling in Jeno's throat as he buries his face in the crook of Jaemin's neck. Jaemin's also moaning deeply, thrusting his hips upwards to meet Jeno's needy movements.

It seems like they're losing themselves, staring deeply into each other's eyes as they rut against one another. You notice Jeno's movements getting sloppier, his whines grow higher as he desperately humps against Jaemin for release.

"Such a good boy, Jeno," Jaemin mutters into Jeno's ear, sounding almost as desperate, and that's apparently all Jeno needs to come undone, shuddering as he releases a deep groan, hips bucking as he cums into his boxers. Jaemin's moaning out loudly as well, and you'd recognize that sound anywhere as you realize that Jaemin just orgasmed at the same time as Jeno. The younger's grinning once again, petting Jeno's head as the older's coming down from his high.

Jeno flops onto his side, breathing heavily with closed eyes, you wonder if he finds the situation as surreal as you do.

Donghyuck shrieks as he slaps your arm, excitedly trembling in his seat at your surprising news. "You fucked?"

"Yes." You smirk proudly, eyebrows raised confidently.

"Okay, then I don't understand why you're not spilling every single detail right now?" Donghyuck stares at you with faux distress, furrowed brows and an agape mouth accompanying his crossed arms in front of his chest, which makes you chuckle.

"Okay, so I sat on Jeno's lap and we kissed, then Jaemin kissed me, then Jaemin kissed Jeno, and-"

"Hold up." Donghyuck's eyes are widened, mouth agape before he catches himself, squinting at you. "Did I just hear that right? They... kissed?"

"I was surprised as well, but then we moved to the bedroom and Jaemin had the biggest dom-top-daddy-energy I've ever experienced when Jeno ate me out," you say, recalling the moments makes heat pool in your stomach.

"Holy shit," Donghyuck gasps, not really grasping that fact that this actually happened, holding his hand in front of his mouth dramatically to support his reaction.

"Yeah, and then they started dry humping each other like animals, i don't know, it was super hot," you sigh dreamily, biting on your forefinger.

"Wait- and what did you do during all of this?"

"I watched," you say, furrowing your brows, "duh!"

"You mean," Donghyuck leans forward, a serious expression on his face which you mirror, "they got each other off and you just sat there?"

"You make it sound bad, it was hot!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just can't believe you initiated a three-way and then you were third wheeling..."

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you realize that he does kind of have a point. You had just watched for half of the time, and while it hadn't been a problem in that moment, you certainly see it now. Not that it is bad, you just find it odd. And you decide that it's something you should talk to Jaemin about.

"Honey, we should talk," you say as you step foot into your shared bedroom. Your boyfriend's sitting on the bed, ready to go to sleep like every other night waiting for you to finish up with your routine to join him under the covers. While his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone just a moment prior, he does look up at you as soon as you enter.

"Ooh, sounds serious," he grins, and you don't have it in you to send back anything but an awkward smile as you feel kind of nervous just slipping under the covers next to him. "Shoot."

"So about the other night, you know, when we invited Jeno to-"

"It was amazing don't you think?" Jaemin interrupts you with a certain sparkle in his eyes you've never seen before.

"Yes, but-"

"We should really do that again. I mean, if you're okay with it, we could go a little further even. I really enjoyed myself in this kind of dominant role. I liked watching you touch Jeno and the other way around," Jaemin explains excitedly, his whole body jerks happily making him seem like a bunny. You've never seen him quite like this, well, downright thrilled because of sex. You can't help but crack a smile.

"I liked it too," you admit. Jaemin's grin widens even further, eyes wandering down your face to look at your lips.

"You were so sexy, baby," he mumbles, the grin still evident, but his whole demeanor changes from goofy to sexy within seconds. It makes you gulp visibly. "Such a good girl for me and Jeno."

His hand lifts up to stroke over the side of your face, then slowly down your neck towards your chest. You shiver, thighs pressing together lightly without you even noticing. You hold steady eye contact with him as soon as his gaze meets yours again, biting your lip, nodding and humming in agreement.

Jaemin leans forwards, his lips ghosting over your own and just as you think he's about to connect them in a passionate kiss, he pulls back, hand grabbing your jaw instead. Your eyes widen in surprise and shock because who is this guy?! That does not feel like your Jaemin at all... but you're not opposed to it by any means.

"Why don't you be a good girl just for me tonight, and we can invite him another time again, yeah?" Jaemin's hand slides down to your throat, slowly moving to tower over you and guiding you to lay on your back with him on top of your body.

"A good slut just for Nana, yeah?" He whispers, and you nothing but whine as his lips finally press against yours. That night, he doesn't sleep with you, he doesn't make love to you like he usually does, but rather fucks you into the next century. You can't even count how many times he's made you finish. And every time he spilled his cum deep inside of you, making you think he's finally going to let you rest, he started moving all over again, ripping another orgasm from both of you.

"Babe~"

You sigh, half-playful, half-serious because Jaemin can't stop mentioning that he wants Jeno to join you again. You are thrilled, of course, because you finally found that one thing that gets him so excited, but at the same time, you're still a little worried. Worried because 1) you're scared of third-wheeling once again and 2) because you've been recently reminded that there are, in fact, actual feelings involved, and you're not sure how to deal with them yet.

On the other hand, it feels like it's been months since you've last laid your hands upon Jeno's gorgeous body, and as much as you want to be mature and deal with these aforementioned risks first, you can't completely shut down the possibly selfish part of your brain that's labeled We want Jeno.

And besides, are you really selfish if you're granting your boyfriend's biggest wish? I don't think so.

"Oh my God, just call him already!"

"Ai, thank you~" Jaemin kisses you wetly before storming out of the room to do exactly that, and you can't help but smile at him before wide-eyed-ly realizing that you're not ready to be greeting any guests so you strike over into the bathroom to take a shower.

An hour later, you almost draw a fat line of lipstick diagonally over your face as you jump as the door bell rings. Before you can even comprehend that you have to get up and open the door, you can already hear Jaemin's naked soles flop over the wooden floor with fast steps as he hurries to let Jeno inside. A smile forms on your lips as you imagine the excitement that must be flowing through him.

With a last quick spray of perfume, you sigh and get up, opening the door to greet Jeno as well. You're only halfway surprised as you find them pressed against the hallway wall, mouths clashing against one another in a feverish kiss.

Clearing your throat to announce yourself, you break them apart.

"Babe," Jaemin says breathlessly, his back pressed against the wall, and Jeno turns to face you, pure, primal lust displayed in his eyes as he leaves Jaemin be and takes too quick steps approaching you before wrapping his arms around your form and pulling you into a similarly heated kiss.

To say you're surprised would be an understatement, but you have no intent to stop him, your attention only on Jeno, the way his lips taste and the way his already forming bulge presses into your middle, and Jaemin's who's hurried over as well, pressing himself between the supple cheeks of your ass. This position feels suffocating in the best way possible, and Jaemin urges you towards the bedroom, quickly getting impatient at the lack of attention.

Jeno hoists you up, and soon after your back hits the mattress with a thud, four hands touching you all over, quickly peeling you and everyone else out of every single piece of clothing. You already feel a little hazy, core wet at all the attention you're receiving, heart thumping away happily in your chest as you're manhandled into a similar position as last time.

Jaemin's chest is pressed against your back, deep voice tickling at your throat while Jeno's fingers tease through your wet folds, praising you about how ready you seem for them, and you whine embarrassingly loud.

"Such a pretty girl, want Nana to fuck you, baby?" Jeno asks, and his confidence is a little unfamiliar considering his behavior during your last time together, and you briefly wonder whether they planned this out.

"Yeah, want Nana to fuck you?" Jaemin's voice tickles over your entire body like sweet honey, your head moving on it's own to nod at the question. Your gaze falls down to watch Jeno align Jaemin's cock with your hole – and God is it hot.

Jaemin thrusts into you from below, setting a slow pace of deep strokes from the start. The feeling alone is mind-blowing – of course, Jaemin knows how to use his cock – but the way Jeno's eyes are trained on where you and Jaemin are connected does things to you that you cannot comprehend.

Moans flow freely from between your lips, accompanying Jaemin's deep grunts and Jeno's gasps just as he leans in to wrap his lips around your clit. You nearly jump at the action, head falling back onto Jaemin's shoulder who just chuckles at your weakness.

"Hm, is he eating you out good?" Jaemin mumbles, then moans out. Your head snaps back up, taking in the way Jeno's tongue shifted lower to lick just where you and Jaemin are connected, then even lower to suck on Jaemin's balls.

Incoherent babbling falls from your lips as the knot in your lower tummy tightens, ready to snap at any time, and luckily they understand, Jeno coming back up to tongue at your clit, innocent eyes clouded with eagerness to please staring up at you.

The knot finally snaps with such force that you see white, cunt clamping down around Jaemin's length as you orgasm, with Jeno licking up everything your high has to offer.

Haziness clouds your brain. You're in the n-th position of the night, Jaemin and Jeno still going at it like insatiable rabbits. You're trapped beneath Jeno's body, his hot muscles pulsating above you, inviting your incoherent thoughts to wonder what it would feel like to sink your teeth into the pale flesh, with his cock hitting all the right spots deep inside you, his head thrown back and delightful grunts meeting your eardrums. Behind him is Jaemin, buried to the hilt inside of his best friend, pearly drops of sweat trickling down his temples, a lazy grin rounding his cheeks.

"'m gonna f-fucking-" Jeno can't even finish his sentence, his head dropping to lay in the crook of your neck, puffing clouds of exhausted, hot air against your sticky skin. A long whine accompanies his orgasm that he makes sure to fuck so deeply into you that you're sure you're going to spot your panties for the following week. Jaemin leans forward as well, creating direct eye contact with you as he snaps his hips a few more times, drawing tiny gasps from Jeno that you're only able to feel due to your undeniable closeness, then releases as well.

Dropping down beside you, everyone tries to catch their breath. Without much strength left in your muscles, you cuddle into Jeno, and Jaemin gently holds your hand in his. It's quiet, but it's not silent, it's cozy, but not stuffed.

"I fucking love you guys," Jeno says, and you're sure that he falls asleep mere seconds later. Love. Your eyes snap open, head lifting gently to find Jaemin already looking at you, a grin spreading wider the longer he watches you. Without words, you know what he's hinting at. This is just the beginning of something new, something great.

#jaemin smut #jeno smut #na jaemin smut #lee jeno smut #nct #nct smut #kpop #smut #nct fanfic #kpop smut #nct dream #fem reader #neohub #nct x reader #nct dream smut #nct fluff #nomin #jaemin x jeno

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darkcircles4lyfe · 2 years ago

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give me queerplatonic decchan <3

I feel like in this fandom there is a lot of emphasis on proving that Izuku and Katsuki's relationship is romantically coded, as in, "there's no way [insert scene] is platonic" or "he's obviously in love because [insert dialogue]" and that's all fine and good. I happily participate in theorizing all the time because I'm rooting for the ship and at this point I genuinely think Horikoshi is planning something for them. But listen, I'm an aspec lil dude and I can't pretend it doesn't hurt my soul a little bit when the nuance of human connection is boxed up into the narrowly defined categories of "platonic" and "romantic." If we're being totally honest with ourselves, these are complicated, subjective concepts with a lot of overlap that's only differentiated by context. And if you've ever questioned your sexuality, you know how semantic it can get. What's in a glance, a handhold, a longing to have someone in your life?

Maybe you've never given it a second thought, maybe you don't really know what "queerpatonic" means. Generally speaking, it can be a lot of different configurations of not fully platonic and/or not fully romantic/sexual, or something beyond either. It is its own thing, really. It may describe an asexual romantic relationship, or the reverse, what could otherwise be called "friends with benefits." The way I like to think of it is this: there are a wide variety of ways intimacy can develop between people. Romantic and sexual attraction are just two of those ways. And even without the presence of attraction, many of the marks of intimacy we associate with it can still be present.

Izuku and Katsuki have whole lot, and I mean a LOT of potential to explore how their relationship could play out in this way. Going off and listing a bunch of headcanons is kinda self indulgent on my part, but I hope I can show some of you this potential, or at least broaden your perspective. And hey, maybe some of you are already on the same page and this will be as fun for you as it is for me :)

Ok, here we go ->

(cw: very mild vague nsfw mention)

Give me Izuku who doesn't really understand why interacting with girls is so embarrassing. It's the novelty more than anything; he doesn't... desire... things. Not like some of his classmates talk about. It's almost morbidly fascinating the way Kaminari and Min*ta go on and on. But when Izuku thinks back to moments where he was flustered and felt blood rushing to his face, it was all because of the theoretical implications, not his own emotions. Like, the theoretical implications of what a boy and a girl together could mean. Hypothetically. Izuku only dares let himself contemplate the issue in the privacy of his own room, where none but the most snoopy person with their ear pressed against the door may hear his mumbling as he asks himself what external forces could be pressuring him into embarrassment. As time goes on he gets more and more fed up with these societal connotations and resolves to drive them from his mind. He starts paying more attention to the dynamics of all his relationships, trying to pinpoint what genuine attraction might be, and he realizes something. There is one person in his life whose closeness makes his heart soar, but never race. Ever since he can remember. Is it even possible, Izuku wonders, to have a silly fumbling crush on someone you have known for almost your entire life? Apparently it is possible, common even, if all the osananajimi-themed romance stories are to be believed. This revelation is the most confusing of all. But after many sleepless mumbling nights, Izuku is left with this simple truth: he will treasure whatever he can get from Katsuki, whether they are merely rivals, friends, or the most important people in each other's lives. Whatever they are destined for, it will be more than enough.

Give me Katsuki who literally and figuratively doesn't give a fuck. Never spared a second thought for sex or romance in his life. Even if he did have the time, he doesn't care. Doesn't care what people think about that, either. Plus, to begin with, he sees getting close to people as a vulnerability, and vulnerability as weakness. I mean, we're talking about someone who couldn't even admit Shouto was his friend. It takes him a very, very long time and heaps of humble pie to start questioning that mindset. But when he does, it all comes crashing down around him. What's really important to him, if not just his own superiority? Who is really important to him? WHY. Why is Izuku always there at every turn, and why does he kinda not hate that anymore? Never mind attraction though, that's still not in the cards. This is something else. Izuku is like a fact of life, a necessity. Now that Katsuki is free from the burden of his own guilt over their past, he realizes that though he said he doesn't expect things to change between them, he wants them to. Almost dying for Izuku made him realize their lives are one and the same. With the physical reminders now on his skin to mark this fact, he feels a magnetic pull. He longs to hold Izuku, not just his hand but his whole form, solid and real and alive. He wants to never let go. But he cannot act, at least not yet. He'll keep up the guise of their rivalry, but only just, ready for the occasion when Izuku gives him a sign of wanting more. Then he will open his arms.

Give me Izuku and Katsuki who dance around each other quietly, delicately. At least, what passes for such in their terms. They're still loud and abrasive, but there's an almost imperceptible bubble. Maybe those closest to them might notice a certain hollowness and tension. How their conversations are like some zany improv skit. They’re hyperbolizing themselves, all while casting thoughtful stares when the other isn’t looking. Neither one knows how to proceed. Such a relationship as it has been is like a habit they lean into in favor of the abyss of the unknown that gets harder and harder to ignore. But they are changing. It’s invisible until suddenly it isn’t. Suddenly they come crashing together and it’s as if their intimacy has been there all along, unspoken, yet complete. They have so much to say, and a long awaited handhold to sum it up with. Horikoshi, grant them the time to put it all into words.

If there is a world beyond the war, give me Izuku and Katsuki who slow down enough to really listen. Not only do they to know each other instinctually, but deeply and utterly. And thus, they also know themselves. They have a physical language all their own built from years of fighting which grew into competition which grew into teamwork which grew into an inseparable symbiosis. But it doesn’t end there. Izuku talks to Katsuki the way only someone who has waited a lifetime for this moment can talk. Katsuki talks to Izuku like every word is a privilege he has been granted. Whether by crying or laughing or screaming or whispering, they listen in turn. Their relationship as viewed from the outside looking in is as confusing as ever, but for different reasons. Instead of wondering whether Izuku and Katsuki are friends or enemies, people wonder whether they’re dating. Friends and family swap stories in an effort to make sense of them. Shouto thinks they’ve been married for years. Mitsuki is certain a mother knows when her son is in love (No, she will not elaborate. She isn’t certain at all, actually.) Mina is running around gathering evidence for a kind of relationship gossip masters thesis. Her story changes at least once a month. Some of them may have placed bets. The media is the worst, with press constantly asking probing questions about their behaviors and shared lives. Fans ship them, obviously. As for the pair themselves, they actually get a kick out of messing with everyone. They use the term “partner” liberally, for both their personal and professional roles. Coy, barely deniable public displays of affection are teased, only to have their meaning denied. Katsuki’s shit eating grin is the bane of everyone’s existence, matched only by Izuku’s wide innocent eyes. This whole act, it’s payback for all the amatonormative* bullshit.

(*amatonormativity: the societal expectations and norms placed on people regardless of orientation to prioritize romantic relationships, inflating their importance and emotional value)

No one else would understand everything Izuku and Katsuki have shared. People would write it off as romance in denial. Or at least that’s what they believe. While playing the game in public, they explore their actual relationship in private, away from judging eyes. Every step of the way they talk through their feelings and comfort levels, which are not always aligned, but nevertheless accounted for and hashed out. There are times when they muse about language and meaning. Izuku finds he has a kind of attraction that sparks from time to time, a sudden, fleeting, burning fascination. Katsuki can’t really relate, but making Izuku happy brings out a particularly mischievous glee in him. Yes, that includes the pleasures of their bodies, but not in the usual way. It is mutual, but simultaneously separate, just another facet of their boundless familiarity. Mostly, they express themselves in subtler ways, almost subconsciously. In a rare moment of piece and quiet, they casually lounge together like a couple of cats. Drape an arm around a shoulder. Nuzzle into a chest or a neck. They figure they have a monopoly on holding hands; no two other people in the world could claim so much meaning in the gesture, nor hope to fathom it.

Bonus: Their loved ones are finally made aware of what’s going on through some dramatic scenario, barging in on a private moment probably, which has them begging for clarity. When it’s explained how the pair don’t feel comfortable defining their relationship by any traditional means, the general response is a resounding, “THAT’S IT? Why didn’t you say something earlier?!” Both Izuku and Katsuki are still loathe to give up their game with the public, though. In a way, all the ambiguity was a true expression of how they saw themselves. So as a way of reconciling, their inner circle is brought into the scheme. For example:

An interviewer sits across from Tenya on a nighttime talkshow set, shifting their weight and preparing to change the subject: “From what I can tell you’re still very close with your former classmates, correct? The whole lot of you have been causing quite a stir on social media lately. You must understand, from our perspective, one finds it hard to tell whether this is merely an inside joke.” A screen behind them flashes a series of tweets, beginning with a bold statement from Shouto. “Theory: my best friends got married for the sole purpose of making me their unsuspecting third wheel.” There’s a picture of the three of them eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. Tenya comments a stern reminder to respect their privacy. Inko shares yet another photo of her son and Katsuki sitting arm in arm on her couch with the caption “I know what you mean! They’re too cute to handle!” Ochako, Mina, and Denki are in the qrts all claiming one or the other is dating them instead.

“Perhaps you can shed some light on the subject?” the interviewer prompts. Tenya’s practiced emotionless expression hides an almost impossibly compelling urge to burst into laughter. With the glare of his glasses hiding the mirth in his eyes, he says curtly, “Ah. Deku and Dynamight? Yes, you’d be hard pressed to find partners as closely bonded as they are. Very admirable! But I can tell you with the utmost sincerity that it’s not what you think.” The interviewer visibly deflates. Well, so much for that.

#yes I write in present tense a lot of the time I hope that's not jarring #this was so much fun I hope you like it :)))))#this is an unofficial interest check for a fic I may write #shhhh #hmm how to tag #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #aromantic character #asexual character #aspec! bakugou katsuki #aspec! midoriya izuku #fanfic #drabble #lin's fics #<- a tag which until now had nothing in it lol

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reidslibrarybook · 3 years ago

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Suspenders, Ties, Cuffs

Couple - Spencer x Fem!reader

Warnings - language, sexual innuendos and lots of them, mentions of alcohol, douchey guy, not proofread (lmk if i missed some)

Summary - Your love for Spencer seemed to be unrequited until a strange turn of events led to you in the arms of the man you cared for.

Category - fluff and hurt/comfort i think?

Word Count - 3.4k

A/N - i love drunk spencer. i imagine baby reid for this fic btw.

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Your nose scrunched as you walked into the crowded bar. Penelope convinced you to go out with them that night, guilting you with the fact that you didn’t attend the last team outing.

It's not like you didn’t appreciate the effort they put into their desperate pleas for you to go— you loved that they valued you enough to want you attned. You just hated that he was never there, that he’d avoid you as if you were an annoying germ that he didn’t want to come in contact with.

You noticed that Spencer made a habit of opting out of going with the team whenever you confirmed your invitation. It didn’t hurt too much at first, especially since you liked to believe that it was just a coincidence, but it soon became a visceral reaction you had come to loathe.

Your beating heart liked the idea of having him and holding him and kissing him but you knew it was impossible, especially with the way he acted around you. You tried to make light conversation with him, engaging in small talk every time the two of you “happened” to be stuck in an elevator together.

Though, it became quite obvious that you’d wait for him to leave and sprint to the metal box— squeezing through the closing doors. You learned to stop trying so hard as soon as he stopped taking the elevator and started using the stairwell that was inconveniently placed out of his way.

It was heartbreaking since he had been your first crush since your ex but you brushed it off, prioritizing your profession instead of your trivial infatuation.

Penelope pulled you out of your thoughts and slid you into one of the chairs placed at the bar.

She called over the bartender and looked at her colleagues seated around her. “So, what are we having tonight, agents?” You smiled as you looked around the musty bar, seeing each of the once stoic faces calling out their drinks with glee— relieved that the last case was over.

You looked over at the bartender and nodded politely. “I’ll just have a club soda.”

They nodded and walked away, looking at the orders scribbled down onto the paper in their hands.

Derek poked his head out from the side. “Is there a reason you’re not drinking tonight?”

“Is there a reason for me to drink?”

He shrugged, “Just speculating that there might be a special someone you need to stay sober for when you get home.”

“I’m not affirming or denying that hypothesis,” you giggled, whispering a ‘thank you’ when your drink was so neatly placed in front of you.

It seemed that the team wasn’t in their usual prying mood, choosing to lazily converse about small details of their personal lives to destress from events of the days before.

You weren’t as engaged as you would be, your mind wandering off to think about the one person you never wanted to think about again… Spencer Reid.

He was particularly fidgety that day, stuttering more often than usual and keeping away from contact. All you wanted to do was ask him what was wrong but you remembered how much he detested you and stayed away— not wanting to make it worse for him.

“H- hi.”

Your head never raised up so fast, your eyes immediately flicking over to see the awkward man himself. He stood up straight, playing with his fingers as he donned a sweater vest cardigan combo— his glasses sitting on his button nose.

Emily turned her chair and motioned him over to sit on a chair between her and you. “I thought you said you weren’t going to come tonight?”

He grinned, looking down and starting to feel the heat of the overcrowded bar, or maybe the pressure of six pairs of eyes. “I wasn’t but I decided that I haven’t gone out with you all in a while so I might as well come.”

“I think you dressed up for the wrong type of bar. We’re here to drink, not take an exam,” Derek chimed in from the back. His statement elicited sounds of laughter from everyone seated there. Spencer was blushing, quickly muttering his non-alcoholic order to the person behind the counter.

“I- I’m not dressed like I’m about to take the bar exam,” he looked down at his outfit, soon realizing what Derek meant.

Hotch sipped his whiskey, swallowing before leaning over and patting Spencer on the back reassuringly. “It sure seems like it and I’d know, I’ve taken it before.”

Spencer shook his head, taking a drink of his water while everyone else conversed on the other side. The two of you were left in an atmosphere of awkward tension, occasionally looking over to the other.

“So, what do you do in your free time?”

He turned his head and met your eyes, turning away quickly before he answered. “I just read.”

You nodded, fiddling with the glass in your hands. “What do you um, what do you read?”

The way he crossed your legs the moment you asked the question intrigued you. “Mostly non-fiction and some older books.”

“That’s… cool,” you winced at your choice of words, feeling the little cringe he made without even having to look.

Thankfully, Derek called him over to help him figure out a trivia question that he couldn’t answer— saving you from having any more terribly mundane “conversations”.

You loved looking at him from afar, watching the way his glasses fogged up when he was embarrassed or the way he tried to fix his tie when he noticed that it was crooked. There was nothing about him that you disliked, except for his contempt for you.

He happened to wander back to you half an hour later in a completely different state. Inebriated and incapable of making sound decisions, Spencer stumbled into the chair next to you and gingerly sipped his lemon drop.

“Spencer, are you alright?”

He had a dopey grin on his face, moving his head up and down rapidly which only served to dizzy him. “Yup, I’m just peachy!”

You giggled, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not a lot, I promise. Just enough to ‘loosen me up’. At least that’s what Morgan said.”

You grabbed the glass out of his hand and slid it away from him. “How about we take the drinking down a notch.”

He chuckled, “Notch sounds like Hotch. Hotch is a notch!”

“Spencer-”

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” You turned your chair around and looked over to see a tall muscular man behind you, a smug smile on his face.

“You lookin’ for a good time tonight?”

You laughed humorlessly, immediately feeling uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. “No, sorry. I’m all good, thanks.”

You tried to turn back and drag Spencer, who was slumped over the counter, away from who could pose a threat and turn into a potentially dangerous situation.

“C’mon, honey. You know you want this,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. You didn’t know why you were frozen, completely still. His eyes stared into yours as your brain was beginning to trigger your fight or flight.

Before you could act, Spencer slapped his hand off of yours and stepped in between the two of you.

“Go away, she said that she doesn’t want you,” he slurred.

The other man scoffed, “What makes you so sure… twink. You look like a damn pastry, I could snap you in two.”

“Well um, steak. You look like a brainless jock who still lives with his mom.”

You pulled the side of Spencer’s cardigan. “Spencer, stop. We need to go.”

“What makes you think she wants you, you wouldn’t be able to handle her.”

Spencer shook his head. “I know I’d be able to, at least more than you. Judging by the size of your hands and the gap between your thumb and index finger, my calculations would put you and your appendage at 3.27 centimeters even after erect-”

He cut him off, pushing him out of the way to get to you. “Let’s go, baby. You don’t want to fuck a nerd do you?”

You tried your best to yank your hand out of his grasp, but his grip on you was too strong. You looked around for something to grab and for Derek but he was nowhere to be found.

“Hey!” The man turned his head to the side as Spencer began to approach him, his knees wobbling as he walked, “I’m not a nerd. I’m a dork!”

Spencer’s hand made contact with his face, attempting to land a decent punch in the square of it. Though, his hand-eye coordination was laughable, even more so when he was drunk, so he ended up leaving a deep scratch on his nose.

“You son of a bitch!” He let go of you and landed a punch in Spencer’s face, knocking him out cold.

You managed to hold him back, your heart racing as Spencer remained motionless on the ground. Derek came to your aid, cuffing him with the spare pair he had in the back of his pocket.

Somewhere in the mad fiasco that had taken place, someone called the police and an ambulance came to pick up the stupid genius lying on the dirty floor of the bar. You rode with him to the hospital, holding his hand the whole way.

There was a multitude of injuries that Spencer could have succumbed to when he hit the ground.

Bruising.

Bone fractures.

Concussion.

He remained unconscious for most of the process, unaware of the many tests— both necessary and unnecessary as instructed by you— that had been run.

You sat there in the cold room alone with Spencer’s hand in yours. You insisted on staying with him as the team sorted out the situation and figured out Spencer’s legal liability.

He began to stir, his fingers randomly feeling yours as his pretty eyes fluttered open.

“Spencer,” you stood up and walked closer to the bed, “How are you feeling?”

“I- I don’t know. Where am I?”

You ran your fingers through his knotted hair. “You’re in the hospital.”

“Right, the hospital. Um, wh- who are you?”

Your eyes widened as a tightness in your chest formed. “What?”

He closed his eyes to remember. “I- I don’t know who you are.” “You don’t know who I am?”

A moment of tense silence rested between you. Your eyes looked into his as they became glassy. Suddenly, his lips became upturned and giggles fell from his lips. Your mind was thrown in a loop, utterly confused by the contradiction of his behavior.

“I’m just kidding,” he slurred, “I know who you are, Y/N.”

You inhaled and exhaled a long breath, relief coursing through your veins. “That wasn’t funny, Spencer.”

“Sorry,” he pouted, taking your words to heart.

You sighed, “It’s alright, Spencer. I just- you scared me.”

He scrunched his nose, rubbing his eyes so they could adjust to the light. He reached his hand up as his fingers tangled up into your hair.

“Mmm, do you think you could get me some jello?”

You giggled at his attention span that could be compared to that of a seven-year-old. “Sure, when we get you discharged. The doctors said you’re all good to go, nothing’s wrong with you or your brain.”

He smiled, closing his eyes and drifting off as a way for his body to work off the obscene amount of alcohol in his system.

He was still drunk, clearly, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for him getting hurt. Spencer was now left with a black eye, and potentially something else that would be perpetually crooked in addition to his tie.

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It was a hassle driving Spencer home. He was a clingy drunk, wanting to have physical contact every second of every moment.

You struggled to get him to the door of your apartment, having to climb 3 flights of stairs since the elevator was under maintenance. You originally planned to drive him back to his place, but it seemed like he lost his keys— at least according to him.

It was better that he was staying with you anyways, you could keep an eye on him and take care of his hangover in the morning since he was within a close proximity.

You dropped him off in the guest bedroom, running to your closet to grab some clothes that were too big to fit you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, touching his hair and smiling at how he looked in the mirror.

“Spencer. I brought these for you, do you think you could change into them?”

He nodded, grabbing the clothes quickly and shoving you out the door. You only reentered when you heard a crash come from the other side, turning the knob to see Spencer lying on the floor with one leg in the pair of pajama pants and the other splayed on the wooden planks.

You shook your head with a smile on your face, crouching down and helping him get his clothes back on. He repeatedly mumbled his ‘thank you’s and other gratitudinous phrases as you helped him up to his feet.

“I can put the shirt on myself.”

You yanked it away from him before he could grab it with his slender fingers. “I don’t think so. You may be a genius but you could barely put on your pants without ending up on the floor.”

“Ohhhhh.”

You looked up at him as you pulled the shirt over his head. “What?”

“You want to see me… naked?”

You laughed, moving your head from side to side. “N- no, Spencer. I just want to help you.”

“So you don’t want to see me naked?”

“Wh- what? Of course, I do,” you winced at your poor choice of words, “I mean no I don’t, n- not like this. I need to help you put on your shirt, so please stop squirming.”

“B- but you’re tickling me?”

“I’m not trying to, but if you don’t stop wiggling I think I’ll have to tie you up,” you joked.

His eyes lit up. “I HAVE SOME SUSPENDERS IN MY JACKET. WE CAN USE THOSE!”

Your eyes went impossibly wide. “Spencer, th- that’s not what I-”

He shook his head and ruffled through his soiled clothes to find his tie. “No, you’re right. I think I’d move too much and it’s come undone. We can use this!” Spencer held up his tie enthusiastically, waving it in your face like a dog wagging its tail.

“Spencer. We can’t do that,” you stated shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up at his eagerness to be restrained.

“Handcuffs? I- I don’t have any but we can call Derek and he could-”

You placed your hands over his mouth, trying to silence his unintentionally dirty mouth. “Nope. We’re not calling Morgan and we’re not using handcuffs or your tie or your suspenders.”

His lips quivered as he pouted. “Tomorrow?”

“I- I don’t know, Spencer. I didn’t think you want to do any of that with me… or anything at all really.”

He tilted his head to the side, his nose wrinkling. “What do you mean?”

You grab his clothes on the ground and folded them neatly, placing them on the dresser. “You avoid me all the time and don’t go to team functions when you know I am.”

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I- I really wasn’t trying to make you feel like that. I like you a lot, like a lot a lot. I was just scared.”

“You’re drunk, Spencer. I don’t think I could trust the words coming out of your mouth right now.”

“I’m not drunk, you can trust me.”

You smiled. “Tell me tomorrow and I’ll accept your declaration of affection.”

Spencer pulled away from you, looking into your eyes with a glimmer in his. “More like a declaration of lovvveeeeee.”

You laughed. “Alright. Get into bed, I’m going to get you some water.”

He nodded as you left the room and a warming in your heart settled in. there was nothing more satisfying than knowing that your feelings were reciprocated, at least you hoped they were. ‘Drunk words are sober thoughts’ was what you repeated in your head to substantiate your beliefs.

You walked back into the room with Spencer nowhere to be found. You frantically searched around the room and ran straight to yours when you heard a rustling noise.

“Y/N?” You heard Derek’s voice with an electronic tone coming from behind the closed door.

“Derek? It’s Spencer. Do you think you could drop by tomorrow and bring some handcuffs to Y/N’s apartment? She said she wants to use them because they’re a lot better than my tie and-”

You grabbed your phone from his hand, ending the call and looking at him with that look.

You set the water down onto your nightstand and sat down next to him. “Spencer, what are you doing in my room? And why were you calling Derek?”

“I was making sure that I was prepared for tomorrow since you said that you maybe want to see me naked and maybe want to use handcuffs and maybe-”

“Okaaaayy, you should get to bed. Let’s go,” you grabbed his hand to lead him back to the guest bedroom but he wouldn’t budge.

“Idontwannagoooooooo,” he whined.

“Spencer…”

“Please let me stay here? You smell nice and I wanna sniffle your pillow,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to him.

“I-,” you sighed, giving in to his drunken state, “Fine. You can stay here…”

He smiled, a bright beaming look on his face. “Yayyyy! And I get to sniffle your pillow?”

“I- I guess so.”

He nodded happily, pulling you into him and tossing the two of you onto the bed. He used his long arms to grab the end of your blanket and managed to roll you both into a blanket burrito.

“Y/N,” he used a single finger to poke your cheek, “did I tell you that I lovvvvveeeeeee you?”

“You did, but I think you have to say it again tomorrow when you’re not drunk.”

“But I’m not,” he rebutted.

“Yes, you are, Spencer.”

“If I was really drunk, how can I imagine what your boobs look like perfectly inside my brain?”

You wheezed, “What?”

“I remember all your measurements based on the information I collected from the many times I looked at them when you wore a tight shirt to work. Like… like the purple one and the green one and the blue one. But the purple one is my favorite.”

“Spencer-”

“I estimated the approximate size of your boobs and formed a visualization inside my brain that I use to-”

You stopped him from revealing any more embarrassing secrets that you’re sure you would come to discover later on in your possible, very possible, relationship with him in the near future. His lips moved against your delicately, eager to please you.

Spencer used his hands to rub your back and hold your waist, instinctually pulling you closer into him.

You pulled away just as he was about to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Th- that’s enough, Spence,” you giggled.

“B- but I want more,” he whined.

“I know you do, but we can do that as much as you want another time.”

His fingers worked to twirl every strand of your hair in his hands, a tender feeling connecting the two of you together. “In the jet? Can we do that in the jet?”

“Maybe,” you laughed, “If we tone it down a bit then yes, we can do it in the jet. B- but not the boob visualization thing you do. That um, that might not be too appropriate.”

“But I won’t need to do that anymore since I’ll get to see the real thing tomorrow,” he beamed, “At that point, it’ll just be recalling a memory.”

He wiped the smug smile off his face by smacking his head playfully. “Go to sleep, genius.”

“No,” he hummed into your cheek, “You’re the genius! I can sleep off the time and then tomorrow will only feel like a second from now instead of hours.”

You chuckled, “Mhm.”

“Okay, I love you.”

You smiled, a fulfilling feeling swirling in your body as you held the drunken man you so loved in your arms.

“I love you too.”

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