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Prince Albert: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Sequel to:

Whiskey Kiss (NSFW) - Jesse favourite things are the taste of whiskey and you.

Jesse is already stripping off his clothes before the door to the dressing room closes. He has that fierce feral look in his eyes as you perch on the table, your back against the mirror.

Your black leather mini skirt is gone but his white London Calling cut off still remains as do the fishnet stockings. You grasp the fabric, bunching it in your fists so the hem creeps up over the tops of your thighs like a peep show. His cock leaks, pre-cum running over the stud of his dick piercing. He grips his cock, stroking it firmly as his gaze flickers down to your nipples, the pert shape of them already pointing through the translucent fabric.

“Are you just going to watch?” You ask him as the hem shifts higher to reveal that beautiful little pussy, the one he tongue fucked before his set.

“Fuck no, I’m not that kind of masochist.” He informs you.

His palms encompass your face, his mouth seeking out yours as he settles between your thighs. His cock brushes over your wetness, the piercing gliding through your lips before rubbing lightly over your clit. You moan into his mouth at the sensation, your hands grasping his hips as he teases.

“You promised you’d fuck me.” You remind him, teeth grazing his lower lip and he smiles before he adjusts his position, his cock nudging at your entrance. His palm slides down to your throat, his rings contrasting against your skin as he eases inside you inch by inch, the piercing bumping against your g-spot. You exhale, clenching around him and Jesse stays right there, rocking his hips lightly.

The thing about a Prince Albert is that it creates more direct pressure on the g-spot, intensifying sex. However if your partner’s a shitty lover with no idea how to use it you don’t get a single thing out of it other than some mediocre pounding.

Jesse knows exactly how to use his piercing to his advantage and how to get you off, with and without it. He doesn’t even have to fuck you that hard, he just has to stay right here, pressing against you. He watches as your orgasm builds, your breath hitching everytime he rakes over that naughty spot. The first blush of peach blossoms across your features. Your thighs tighten around his hips as your back arches and you tense around his cock, gripping every inch of him. He drinks down your pleasure like it’s whiskey, your kisses messy and languid as he stays buried deep, fucking you through it.

“You didn’t come.” You pout and he huffs out a laugh as his forehead comes to rest on yours.

“It’s not always about me.” He tells you, his thumb ghosting over your flushed cheek. “It’s about making sure you have the time of your life when you’re with me.”

“But baby.” You say, your fingertips raking through his dark curls, tugging them. He hisses as electricity erupts through his nerve endings and his hips thrust deep on their own accord. “It’s no fun if I don’t get to bring you along for the ride.”

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Conflict of Interest (Jessica Knight x Reader)

•• Hello! This if for an Anon from January 2023. Sorry for it being over a year before I got to this, also that it's not very long! I hope you enjoy! 🩷••

“Hey!” You jumped at Jess’s hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n)!” You laughed and turned towards her where you were waiting at the coffee cart in the Navy yard.

“Jesus, Jess!” She laughed.

“I gotcha good, huh?”

“Yeah. We got a case?” She nodded.

“Yep, better get that coffee to go.” She headed back towards the entrance that led to the squad room.

“God, I hope I wasn’t blushing…” The way Jess was with people, she would see right through you if you showed any indication of liking her. Wasn’t dating a coworker against Gibbs’s rules? You saw how well it had turned out for Tony and Ziva. Well, you couldn’t say that now. Things did work out for them in the end. But when they were here, god, it was so awkward since neither one wanted to admit to the other. Especially not in front of the rest of the team. As soon as the cup of coffee hit your hands you took off to the squad room to grab your gear and ran out to the van out front. Nick reached over Alden to honk the horn as soon as he saw you running.

“Come on, slow poke!” You whipped him the bird with your other hand as you climbed into the back of the van and buckled yourself in.

"Finally! We've been waiting forever!"

"Shut up." You chided back as you buckled in. "All good, Alden."

"Alright, children. Play nice back there."

"Haha."

"Hey, (y/n)."

"Yeah?" Jessica smirked.

"What were you thinking about back at the coffee cart?"

"Nothing. Just zoning out." You hoped she would buy that.

"Hmm. Not buying it." Fuck. "You seemed too deep in thought to be zoned out."

"Your favorite football team lost this weekend?" Nick suggested and you laughed.

"No, I wasn't thinking about that." You leaned back. "Thanks for reminding me about that though."

"You're welcome."

"No, I was thinking more...personal." You locked eyes with Jessica. "Do you have a boyfriend, (y/n)?" You chuckled.

"No, definitely not."

"Girlfriend, then?"

"Not at the moment."

"Ah~." She perked up. “So that's what's happening.”

“I'm lost,” Tim stated. “What's happening?”

“(Y/n) has a crush.” You scoffed.

“No, I don't!” Jess laughed.

“Your body language says differently! I just have to figure out who.”

“But I don't-”

“We're here!” Alden said, putting the van in park. “Thank god.”

The team split up with Alden and you talking to witnesses of the assault while Nick and Jessica collected physical evidence. Tim was combing through the victim's social media on their laptop. Allegedly, the assault came from someone they'd been chatting with online about selling some old coins that originated in Europe. At least the meet-up had been in a public place. You didn't want to imagine how this would have gone down if they'd agreed to meet up at the Lieutenant's house, or vice versa.

“So, is it someone at NCIS?” You looked up from your notepad. Making your notes based on what the witnesses had told you.

“What?”

“Whoever…you're into.”

“No.” He smirked. “That wasn't very convincing was it?”

“No.” He sighed. “You know, I don't have quote-on-quote rules like Gibbs. I don't care if-”

“I don't have a crush on Jess!” Your voice rose. Your hands slightly crumble the sides of your notepad. “Shit. That was loud, wasn't it?”

“It's a good thing Jess is way over there.” He pointed and you looked. She was taking pictures of blood stains on the ground. “Because, yeah, that was loud.”

“You-” You pointed at him. “You can't tell her!” He put his hands up, smiling.

“I won't! But you know now that she's on the hunt it won't take her long to find out you like her.”

“I know!” You groaned. “I feel like I'm back in junior high with Missy Douglas.” He laughed.

“Missy Douglas?”

“She was head of the cheerleading squad.” You shook your head. “But my point is…I don't know what to do.”

“Talking usually helps. The worst she can say is no.”

“Exactly!” He nodded before putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Take it from someone who's got a few years under his belt. Also, someone who's been married. Communication is the key to everything.” You hated that he was right, but Alden was right. You were an adult! You needed to talk your feelings out.

“You're right. But, was that also just a fancy way of saying you're old?” He snorted.

“Touché.”

As far as cases go, you don't normally have one wrap-up over the course of a day, but sometimes the universe gives you a gift. Like the suspect turning themself in because it turns out they're allergic to the material of the coins and they thought they were dying while breaking out in hives. They were just mildly allergic, but no one stopped them from telling their story.

“Well, it was a great day everyone. I'm off to Paw Patrol Live with the twins.” You smiled.

“Have fun, Tim! Be sure to buy Morgan and John everything they ask for!” He blushed before heading off. As a Dad, he just couldn't say no to those two little energy balls. Nick had already dipped, so that left you and Jess in the squad room.

“I think I figured it out.” She said and you laughed.

“You have, huh?” She nodded, walking from her desk to the front of yours.

“Yeah.” You stood up and took a chance.

“Jess, I-”

“(Y/n)-” She nodded. “Sorry, you first.”

“I like you.” You said, not adding any useless words and just getting right to the point. “I know being on the same team is kind of a conflict of interest but…I need to let you know how I feel.” Her shoulders relaxed and she let out a laugh. Not a condescending laugh, a bubbly laugh that sounded like she hadn't heard such good news in forever.

“If liking each other is a conflict of interest, I can't wait to see what happens next.” She was so quick, that you barely registered her leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“W-Wha…”

“Let's start with dinner.” She twirled her car keys in her hands. “I'll drive!”

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I don’t know if you’ve answered this before, but do all your Pitt characters exist in the same universe? Like Donnie and Jesse and Frank and Jacks partners all exist together?

Hi!

Yes they do. Sometimes in certain fics there's references to it.

Examples:

In Frank’s fics – Robby was the one to tell Frank that he really fucked Ivy up with his OD and Jack was the one that treated him and told him, if he wanted to destroy himself go ahead but not to take Ivy with him.

In Robby’s – There was reference in 50 Shades of Robby to a costume party that occurred on New Year’s Eve where Robby, Allegra, Faye & Jack all dressed up. The pic was on Allegra’s Insta feed. Faye was also the one to give Allegra the festival pass that resulted in her shooting.

In Jack’s – There’s references in Nadine to him having to tell Cici they were turning Maria’s life support off. There was also references to Cici in Go Bag as Faye knew Jack had made one for Cici.

In John’s – There is a whole fic called Jack, that describes how Cici ended up becoming Jack’s adoptive daughter. In The Shirt Jack talks to John about dating Cici after he figures out they are together. Ivy and Cici are close friends which is how they found out they were dating the same guy in Dick Pics. They met when Ivy had switched to the night shift because she couldn’t be around Frank when he returned to work after rehab.

Stuff You Don’t Know Yet That May or May Not Make It Into Fics:

Jesse sometimes acts as the sound engineer or will play in the band alongside Alicia (Donnie’s partner) when she’s on stage. Donnie actually met Alicia when he was attending one of Jesse’s gigs.

Jana (Jesse’s partner) has worked with Faye on several academic articles/studies regarding mental health and neurodiversity. Jana is a professor specializing in this field at Pittsburgh university.

The initial reason Faye and Allegra were attending Pittfest was to see Alicia play live on stage. Jesse was also meant to be playing but his equipment was stolen the night before.

All of the folks who work in the ED know Lola Lisbon (Dennis Whitaker’s partner) because of her capacity as a mortuary tech. They all have a healthy respect for her because of her treatment of the dead and how she deals with the families. She’s usually invited out because she’s a lot of fun to be around.

Jack and Faye will be the Godparents of Robby and Allegra’s baby, Jack is probably going to deliver it too.

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Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (The Pitt)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989

Home is supposed to be where the heart is and Jesse’s home is over 15,000 miles away in Perth at a conference as a keynote speaker on Addiction and Neurodiversity. You should be in the middle of your talk right now, instead when he picks up the phone to answer your Facetime, you’re hurtling through an airport trying to catching a flight back to the US.

He knows you’ve seen the news, the shooting at Pittfest. He has seventeen texts testifying to that and five missed calls. He feels like an asshole because he knows what you’re reaction would have been, that you would have thought he was amongst the victims.

He was supposed to be playing one of the stages with his band today but they’d had to pull out at the last minute because their shit had been stolen out of Garret’s van last night. The only reason he was even on shift was because Dana had been desperate this morning  and now he needed the money to replace his guitar.

There hadn’t been time to tell you any of that with the time difference, there hadn’t been time to pick up his phone and let you know he was ok because that first wave had hit almost immediately and suddenly he was knee deep in blood and viscera.

“Jana.” He murmurs as he stands outside the hospital in the dying light, a cigarette of Dana’s thrust between his lips. “Jana, I’m alright, you don’t need to come back.”

“Fuck that.” You say as you hurry towards your gate, the phone bouncing as you run. “You’ve just been through living hell, I’m not sticking around Perth for another week leaving you alone to process that shit.”

He laughs before taking a drag of that cigarette, the smoke curling up towards the sky. You’ve always had a colourful way with words, ever since he first met you smoking pot at a music festival. The two of you had shared a couple of joints during the Sex Pistols before splitting a tab of LSD and spending the next ten hours fucking in his tent.

At the end of it all he’d told you, he wanted to marry you and you had laughed before going down on him as the Ramones played on the soundstage next door.

Twenty years later, there’s no drugs other than caffeine and nicotine. But the sex and the rock and roll, it’s still there in abundance.

There’s still no ring on that finger either but he’s cool with it because he gets to see his name tattooed on your ass every night when he fucks you.

“I’m serious Jana.” He tells you, taking another drag allowing the smoke to fill up his lungs. “I’m cool. I just need a couple of hours sleep and a hot shower.”

“I don’t believe you.” You tell him bluntly. “I can see how devastated you are, you may be able to hide it from everybody else but I see it Jesse, I see you and I know you’re struggling.”

This woman, he thinks, shaking his head. This goddamn woman, there is no hiding anything from her.

“Shit babe, I gotta go.” You tell him, your gaze coming to rest on something beyond the phone. “We’re boarding and the security officer looks like he’s about to snatch my phone right out my hand. I love you and I’ll see you in 24 hours.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” He says pressing his fingertips to his lips and touching them to the screen. “Text me the when you land.”

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Geordie: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Prequel to:

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Jesse’s naked when he answers the door.

His dick still coated in you, still half-mast.

The man that stands before him pauses. His gaze lingering on Jesse’s naked form, taking in the tattoos, the nipple piercing, the other piercing. There’s a hickey on his neck from a thoroughly debauched 24 hours, and a bite mark on his ass because sometimes you both like to play a little rough.

“Is she in?” The man who cheated on you asks.

Geordie, Jesse remembers. You’d told him that back at the music festival while you were sharing a joint. You’d walked in on him fucking the bartender on the bathroom sink in the club where he worked and then set fire to his clothes in a burn barrel in the back yard.

“Yea.” Jesse responds with a feral smile. “But she’s not decent.”

“Look man.” Geordie says, his forearm coming to rest on the doorframe as he gestures towards Jesse. “Whatever this is, it ain’t gonna last. She’s gonna come to her senses, she’d gonna see that I’m the better bet here…”

“You’ve never made her come.” Jesse asserts, fixing Geordie with a harsh stare. “You were together two years and not once did you pay attention to her pleasure. Right now she’s in that bedroom so fucked out, she doesn’t even know we’re having this conversation so trust me when I say she’s already come to her senses and she’ll be coming to her senses again when I wake her up by tongue fucking her so do us both a favour, stop coming around, she’s my girl now.”

“You think she’s gonna commit to you?” Geordie laughs and the sound it grates on Jesse’s nerves. “Jana, she’ll come back to me, mark my bloody words-”

“No.” Jesse says, slamming the door in his face. “No she fucking won’t.”

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Song 2: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Drums are therapy for Jesse especially after nightmare shifts like Pittfest.

He likes the delicacy of a guitar, the notes you can wring from it but his real passion has always been the drums because you have to throw your heart and soul into it, you have to feel it to do it.

He slept like shit last night, images of blood and viscera flashing across his mind as he stared at the empty space beside him. It’s worse when you’re not here, you’ve always had this ability to sooth him, to fend off the darkness that creeps in during the dead of night and right now it feels like it’s taking over.

The shower doesn’t help, he still feels groggy and lethargic when he climbs out. He throws on his white ‘The Clash’ tank over black basketball shorts and returns to what’s tried and tested, playing Blur’s Song 2 as loud as he can in his noise cancelling headphones and smashing the hell out of the drum kit.

He spends hours chasing that impossible beat, trying to erase the demons from his mind. He focuses on the intense tapping of the sticks across the canvas as the music vibrates through the very core of his being.

Song 2 is so complex that it’s only ever meant to be played by two drummers, it never stops Jesse trying though. He likes the challenge of it, the way it absorbs him, consumes him.

He doesn’t hear you let yourself in, he doesn’t even sense your presence, he’s too caught up in the motions, his eyes closed, his body running on a muscle memory. It isn’t until your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging his head back by his silver curls that he realises you’re in the room. Your hair falls across his features, shielding him away from the rest of the world and he smiles as your mouth seeks out his.

“Hi.” He whispers.

“Hi.” You whisper back.

You’re a force of nature in everything you do, and your kiss is no exception. It’s reckless, passionate and it ignites every single nerve ending inside his body like a bolt of electricity.

His headphones slip off his ears, clattering to the floor as he turns in his stool and raises to his feet, trapping you against the wall behind the drum kit. You grip the fabric of his tank in your fists, tearing it up over his head as he grinds against you urgently. Your fingers roam over the colourful tattoos etched into his back and you moan as you feel his thickness through the silky material of those basketball shorts, rubbing against the seam of your jeans.

“For the love of God, please tell me you took your PrEP while you were away.” He mutters in between kisses, his fingertips unfastening button of your jeans. “I need to be inside you so bad Sugar.”

“Every single day.” You promise, dragging your teeth across his bottom lip as he shoves the denim down your thighs. “Your viral load still under 200?”

“Had the test three days ago, undetectable.” He informs you, tugging off your panties.

That means there’s virtually no chance of HIV transmission so the two of you are ready to rock. You push down his basketball shorts, his cock springing loose and he hisses through his teeth as your hand wraps around him, guiding him to just the right spot.

“Poor baby.” You tease, your wetness rubbing over his sensitive tip. “You haven’t even touched yourself since I’ve been gone have you?”

“You know I like to save it for you.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Make sure you get the full welcome home experience.”

The denial always makes him feral, he gets a little wild, a little unhinged. Just the way you like him.

The first thrust is always the sweetest because of Jesse’s reaction to it, the hue of his eyes darken and he makes that noise, that filthy exhale as he slides home, filling you with every single inch of him. His hand clasps your jaw, thumb swiping against your lower lip before he pushes it inside. You suck it deeper, your eyes on his and his dick twitches inside of you.

“Oh Sugar.” He smiles as you bite down just a little. “I’m gonna fuck you like it’s the end of the god damn world.”

He hoists your legs up around his waist, slamming into you. You cry out, a loud eruption of ecstasy and he follows up with long, hard, strokes that that piston into you, raking over that naughty little spot deep inside. The noises you make, their obscene. Breathy groans, hollered curses and his name, always his name chanted like mantra as you get close, real close, tightening around his dick, gripping it.

His mouth covers yours as you come together, drinking down the rapture as he spills his release inside you, hips jerking as he fucks it deep. His lips ghost over your jaw and down your throat before he places a kiss over the lace geomantic moon at the side of your neck.

“Twenty years and this shit still doesn’t get old.” He chuckles into your ear, his teeth catching on the silver piercing in your lobe, tugging lightly.

You clench around him again and he starts to move slower this time, his arm looping underneath your right knee, hitching it higher so he can deepen the position.

“No babe.” You whisper, your head tipping back against the wall as he hits just the right spot. “It only gets better.”

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Fics:

Animal Kingdom:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Endeavour:

Woodstock - Morse hates Woodstock but Woodstock loves you.

The Pitt:

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

Blood Orange - Jesse comes to the rescue of your neighbour during an autoerotic asphyxation accident.

The Green Card - A visa issue complicates your relationship with Jesse.

Three Days (NSFW) - Jack spends three days making you his.

Nadine - Jack's sister in law is a real piece of work.

Heartbeat - Robby finds something to help him sleep.

Jinx - Robby discovers a particular superstition of yours.

Commitment - You create a fun way of showing Frank your commitment to the relationship.

All In (NSFW) - You and Frank take a big step forward.

Slut (NSFW) - Frank gets a little bratty after a bad day.

Ashes - You take revenge on the first man your parents sold you to.

The Choice - In the wake of his brother’s suicide John goes against his parents’ wishes and makes a choice about his residency.

You Should See Me In A Crown - A chance encounter sparks the beginning of something special for John.

Daywalker - You and John discuss something that could cause a big change in your relationship.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before…

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Permanent Marker - You find out about the betting pool.

Queen of Soul - You consider your current career choices as you undressin the bathroom.

Gold (NSFW) - Donnie reminds you who you belong to when he sees another man hitting on you.

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Atomic: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Jesse’s HIV status is a cosmic joke.

It wasn’t the sex, the drugs or the rock and roll that gave him the infection, or the years he spent on tour with his band fucking around.

It was a needle stick that occurred over a decade after he had decided to settle down and become a nurse.

He’d been helping out the street team when he’d been summoned to the tent of an unhoused person undergoing an O.D. He’d given them a dose of Narcan, helped shift them out of the tent and into an ambulance before Donnie had clapped his hand on his shoulder and told him not move.

He'd followed the other man’s gaze down to his calf, to where a dirty syringe was sticking out of his leg and sighed because that kinda shit was an occupational hazard.

He remembers being extremely pissed off at the time because he knew the barrage of tests he was going to have undertake over the next few months, that the meds they’d give him to stave off anything he could have contracted would make him sick.

When the pathology results had come back on the syringe testing positive for HIV he was almost relieved because he knew the chances of contracting the virus were under 1%. He’d been more worried about Hepatitis.

They’d taken his blood, dosed him with meds and made an appointment for a HIV test outside of the ‘window period’ and he’d carried on his life with protective measures, just in case.

It’s a month later he’d started to get flu-like symptoms, sore throat, fever, fatigue and that’s when he knew he was the unluckiest son of a bitch on the planet.

“I have done some fucked up shit in my life. The drugs, the orgies…” He says, his head in his hands at the kitchen table after he gets his results. “But it’s this job, the one I love that fucking gets me.”

He cries for the first time in years that night. His face buried into the hollow of your throat as your fingers comb through his silver curls. HIV may not be the death sentence it was in the 80s but staring down the barrel of that gun, it’s terrifying.

It takes him a while to come to terms with the diagnosis, his moods swing from depressed to angry and then back again. He stays in bed for days at a time until you pull back the covers and urge him to rejoin the world. He feels like a ghost as he goes through the motions, moving through it without actually experiencing it.

“This is not the end of you.” You had told him one night during a low point as you cradled his face between your hands. “I am right here with you, you just need to take my hand so we can cross this shitty bridge and get to the other side.”

He goes to see a counsellor after that because it becomes clear he’s not coping and the color starts to bleed back into his world all over again. He’ll never forget the smile on your face when he picked up the guitar again after almost six months of collecting dust, his fingers plucking at the strings to Blondie’s Atomic.

“I hope that’s not a sign.” You’d said half seriously as you leaned in the doorway. “A song about one last passionate night in the midst of Armageddon.”

“No.” He’d smiled, a loose silver curl falling over his forehead. “It was the song that was playing the first time you told me you loved me in Blenheim.”

Your thighs straddling his hips, his arm looped around your waist keeping you close as he pressed deep. Your fingers had run through his curls, gripping them, tugging his head back so his eyes were on yours the whole time as you held him right there at the peak of nirvana.

“Look at me Jesse.” You had murmured. “See how much I love you baby.”

He had never come as hard as he had in that moment, knowing you were his, that you would always be his.

He’s been thinking about that a lot recently, how touch starved he’s become after his initial diagnosis. You both thrive off physical connection and Jesse, he’s been holding back, pulling away.

He brings that energy from Blenheim into the bedroom that night. It’s the first time he’s touched you intimately since the needle stick, the first time he’s not afraid. When he reaches for a condom, he fumbles with it and the two of you laugh because you both used to be so practised about it during your first couple of years together.

“It’s like being 26 all over again.” He tells you, biting back a groan as you roll the latex down over his cock.

“By that logic we’ll have worked our way through this entire pack by tomorrow morning.” You’d smiled as you guided him back to that sweet spot between your thighs.

Making love to you had been a gamechanger. All those shitty feelings he’d had about himself had evaporated because you still wanted him, you still loved him. His diagnosis was just a bump in the road in the love story the two of you have spent years weaving, even if he couldn’t see it at the time.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him as he sits with his back against the headboard, the sheets pooling around his bare hips.

You’re standing before him in his white The Clash tank top, and nothing else. It’s three in the morning and you’ve just gotten in from a talk in Ontario, he can tell you’re still a little wired from your flight.

“Being 26 again.” He says as he picks up a condom from the nightstand and holding it up between his fingers.

He’s had a viral load blip recently, a reaction to his latest COVID vaccination. Instead of his usual 150, it had jumped past the threshold for undetectable. It’s not enough to be a concern, he’s sure it’ll have dropped again by his next testing, the same way it had all the other times but your safety is paramount to him even with the PrEP.

“Well if you really want to set the mood.” You respond, picking up your phone and pairing it with the Bluetooth speakers. Blondie’s Atomic begins to play and Jesse can’t help but grin as you reach between the two of you stroking his cock as you whisper into ear. “It was Blenheim 2005…”

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Blood Orange: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to:

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Your neighbour across the street is a wanker.

It’s an adorable Britishism you use to describe the fact he likes to jerk off with a belt around his neck and the curtains open. Always at night and always when he knows you’re doing the dishes. The thing is it’s not just you he does it for, it’s Jesse too. The two of you often stand at the window, commenting on his technique and wondering which one of you he has the thing for.

“He’s gonna choke himself out one of these days.” Jesse remarks as he dries up the plates you used for dinner. “All it takes is one blood orange that’s not tart enough and he’ll end up killing himself. It happens to 1 in 1000 people.”

A slice of blood orange in the mouth during auto-erotic asphyxiation is meant to jolt the senses, stop you from passing out with your jaw relaxes and you bite down on the citrus.

The two of you have tried it a couple of times, playing together before Jesse became a nurse. You’d enjoyed the rush but the risk is too great if something goes wrong. Besides there’s other fun to be had if you mix that citrus with tequila and dab a little salt on your breasts.

“You wanna get into some trouble tonight?” You ask Jesse, your hip nudging his as you think about the limes in the bottom of the fridge and the bottle of Don Julio you have stashed on the antique drinks trolley. “We can put on a little Motley Crue and-”

“Shit.” Jesse erupts suddenly. “The wanker!”

You look up and there he is in his bedroom, his limp naked body arched forward towards the window, dangling by that belt, no blood orange in sight.

It must have slipped out of his mouth at that crucial point, you realise as you snatch up your phone to call 911. Jesse is already in motion, digging out the first aid kit from underneath the sink and snatching up the EMT scissors before he hurtles out the door and towards the house.

You watch through the window, describing the situation to the operator as Jesse picks up a decorative rock from the neighbour’s garden, using it to smash the glass door panel before he sticks his arm through the gap and let’s himself in. He disappears from view and your heart pounds in your chest. He reappears in the upstairs window, stretching up, using those EMT scissors to cut through the leather of the belt. He catches the neighbour before he falls, gently lowering him to the floor. You lose sight of them after that.

It takes 8 minutes for the ambulance to arrive and by that time Jesse has him breathing again, a healthy flush returning to his skin. He helps get him situated with the paramedics before he returns to you, shaking his head at the absurdity of the whole thing.

“His name is Dan and he’s invited us to dinner when he gets out.” He informs you, shutting the front door behind him.

“Dinner?” You ask before using bunny quotes. “Or ‘dinner?’”

“He wants to fuck us.” Jesse says frankly.

“He wants to fuck you.” You respond, considering the dynamics of the situation. “You’re the tall handsome guy who rescued him. He expects me to sit on the sidelines and watch.”

You don’t have a problem with bringing another person into the mix occasionally. You’ve shared lovers before in the past, both men and women but you have a very specific set of rules. Touching, tasting, teasing all of that is on the table but the fucking, that’s yours. You won’t let a single other person have that, not with Jesse.

“I told him that’s not gonna work for us.” Jesse informs you as he proceeds to wash his hands thoroughly in the sink. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

And you don’t, not until the bouquet of a dozen red roses arrives a few days later with a card that reads ‘For My Hero xxx’.

“I’ll talk to him.” Jesse says, pulling on his sneakers because you already have murder in your eyes.

“You better had.” You say picking up the pair of wire cutters he’s been using to re-string his guitar before you chop the heads off two of the roses. They fall onto the table, the petals scattering across the wood like droplets of blood. “Because he really won’t fucking like it if I do.”

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The Green Card: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to:

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

Prequel to:

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Blood Orange - Jesse comes to the rescue of your neighbour during an autoerotic asphyxation accident.

Jesse asks you to marry him because of a green card.

He’s been living in the UK for almost two years on a Long Term Visitor Visa and his time in the country is coming to an end. His band are returning to the US to record their new album and there’s already a tour in the works set for the summer. He wants you to come with him, to build a life in his homeland but you need sponsor. As a spouse, he can do that but that’s the problem, you don’t want to become his spouse.

“I know you don’t believe in it.” He whispers one night when you’re tangled up in bed together, the date edging closer. “But right now it’s the only way-”

“Jesse, it’s not that I don’t love you.” You tell him, your fingertips chasing over his grizzled cheek. “But you don’t understand that the idea of it suffocates me. It feels like you’re putting a pillow over my face and pressing down slowly, stealing my breath. I’m sorry Jesse, I just cant.”

“Then I don’t know what we do from here.” He tells you, shifting into a sitting position against the headboard, his fingers raking through his dark curls in frustration. “Because in a month’s time we’re going to be in separate continents and I… I don’t know how we survive that.”

You can’t, you both realise.

Two different time zones. Your work at the university, his recording schedule.

This relationship you have, it doesn’t exist if you’re not occupying the same space, no matter how much you may want it to.

“These past two years.” He whispers, his hands running through your hair as he kisses you for the last time at the airport. “They have been the best of my life.”

“So far.” You remind him, with a smile that breaks his heart. “Trust me there are many more ahead for you, you’ll forget all about me when you go on tour. I’ll just be another story to tell in your biography.”

But he doesn’t about forget you.

Not when he’s high as a kite playing a show in LA, not when he’s balls deep during a threesome in San Diego, not when he’s at a recording studio in Pittsburgh, singing his heart out about the woman he’s loved and lost.

It goes on for a six months until he’s sitting at a signing table, doing a fan meet and greet in Chicago and there you are standing in front of him. You’re wearing his white London Calling t-shirt, tucked into a denim skirt and black fishnets he wants to tear off with his teeth.

“Is that really you?” He asks raising to his feet, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest as he dodges around the table. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, squeezing lightly as if trying to reassure himself of your presence. “Or has Ferris been slipping shit into my beer again?”

“It’s me.” You tell him, his palms slipping up to your neck, cradling your face between his palms. “I managed to get a position as adjunct professor over at Pittsburgh University. They’re sponsoring my visa for the next year, maybe beyond that if they like me for the tenure track.”

“Oh Sugar.” He grins, his mouth capturing yours as he sweeps you off your feet. “That is the best news I’ve heard in my goddamn life.”

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Whiskey Kiss: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Prequel to:

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

Mixed Tape - Jesse makes you a mixed tape before he leaves for the US.

The Green Card - A visa issue complicates your relationship with Jesse.

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Blood Orange - Jesse comes to the rescue of your neighbour during an autoerotic asphyxation accident.

You taste like whiskey, like oak that’s been smoked for generations with the sweetest tinge of honey. Jesse laps it off your pussy, his tongue tracing over your clit as he savours every drop from the bottle you’d poured over yourself. Your fingers tangle in his burnished curls, gripping them hard as you arch up against his mouth, desperate, wanting.

“Fuck.” You drawl as his tongue dips lower, thrusting inside you. His thumb begins to trace circles on that sensitive little nub. His free hand guides your thigh back towards your chest, pinning it in place so his tongue fucks deeper hitting just the right spot.

Your breathing hitches, almost drowned out by the sound of AC/DC’s Shook Me All Night Long asit vibrates through the speakers from the stage. The whole of his dressing room is practically shaking with the force of Brian Johnson’s voice as you grip the couch cushion underneath you for support as the crescendo builds.

“Oh God.” You moan as the chorus hits. “Oh God Jesse!”

You climax against his mouth, clenching around him as he devours you, licking up your mess as it intermingles with the whisky. He smirks as he raises his head, his goatee coated with your essence as his lips brushes over your knee.

“I told you I could make you come before the song was over.”  He says as the drummer from his band pounds on the door.

“Two minutes until stage time.” He bellows before his footsteps trek down the hall.

“I’m about to play to a crowd of ten thousand with you smeared all over my face baby.” He says with a feral smile. “How does that make you feel?”

“Like I’m about to come all over again.” You tell him from your fucked out position on the couch, your hand creeping lower.

His long fingers wrap around your wrist, drawing it up above your head instead. His body settles over you, his mouth claiming yours. You can taste yourself on his lips as he grinds against your pussy, soaking the denim of his jeans.

“Save it for me baby.” He murmurs, his teeth grazing your lower lip. “I wanna be inside you, the moment I get off that stage.”

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Mixed Tape: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to:

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

The Green Card - A visa issue complicates your relationship with Jesse.

Before Jesse leaves for the US, he leaves a CD on your nightstand. It’s in a thin plastic case with tiny drawings of hearts and stars etched onto the case in black marker pen.

Jesse loves Jana, he’s written in block capitals on the centre.

“Just something to remember me by.” He whispers as he leans over and kisses your forehead. “You know, in case you forget what good music is when I’m gone.”

In case you forget about me, is what he’s really saying.

“You know that’ll never happen.” You murmur as you hook your finger through the collar of his London Calling cut off and draw him closer. His mouth covers yours and you can taste the desperation in his kiss as his body drapes over you.

You make love for the last time that morning, the marks he leaves decorating your skin like indelible ink.

The days after you drop him off at the airport you feel like you’re grieving, like someone ripped your heart right out of your chest and left you with is this ache, one that never seems to fade.

The only time it doesn’t hurt is when you play that CD. Those songs, they make it feel like Jesse has just stepped out of the room, not like he’s thousands of miles away. You listen to it on repeat  for months until your car is stolen out the university parking lot. When you report it to the police you’re crying, not because you’ll miss that old Mazda but because your last connection to Jesse has finally been severed.

“I know you’re having a shitty day.” Your supervisor says when she pops her head into your closet-like office. “But I think I may have an opportunity for you.”

“I’m not helping with Lambert’s research project.” You inform her, your head in your hands. “He’s a chauvinist asshole-”

“Oh no this is much better than that.” She tells you, slipping into the seat your students usually sit in. “My friend is the Dean at the University of Pittsburgh and they’re looking for an adjuct professor for next year. They want to develop a syllabus around neurodiversity and you’re kinda a rockstar in that area.”

You look up at her and the color starts to bleed back into your world just a little. Jesse always used to talk about Pittsburgh, he’d grown up there, started his band there. He’d joked it was the second love of his life after you.

“Can I tell him you’re interested? Set up an interview?” She asks and you nod your head enthusiastically.

“Yea.” You say, your thoughts drifting back to Jesse, to the life you’d always dreamed you’d have with him. “Yea please do.”

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New Characters:

Dennis Whitaker

Jesse Van Horn

Fics:

Chicago Fire:

Feral Bitches - Dom knows you've always been a feral bitch.

Chicago Med:

Food For Thought - The aftermath of the boat disaster leads Dean to make a decision.

The Pitt:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There's a rumour going around about Dennis.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Sucker - Jack pulls out all the stops in order to win an important race.

The Go Bag - Your relationship with Jack takes a turn when you discover another go bag in his car.

Ready - Robby and you discuss starting a family in the aftermath of Pittfest.

The Rose - You give Robby a special gift for your anniversary.

The Wall - A date at the climbing wall leads to a revelation from Frank.

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a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them?

Jesse is all about proximity, grounding you in the moment, keeping you anchored. Sex is about deep, personal connection for this man and he’s not ready to let go just because the fucking is over. He stays tangled up in you, placing teasing kisses on your mouth, your neck, your shoulders. His hands rove all over your sensitive skin prolonging the pleasure and the intimacy.

e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end?

Edging is not a thing for these two. I think it’s something they have both tried a long, long time ago and their both not into it. Withholding pleasure is withholding love in their eyes and they both would never do that. They have a completely equal partnership and hate the power imbalance.

k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)?

Both are kinky as shit. If one comes up with an idea, the other one is completely up for trying it.

Kinky shit they’ve participated in together (Because they have both had vivid life before hand) :

Threesomes – They have a very specific set of people they play with.

Bondage Play – Both like to play and tease, feathers, paddles, a riding crop, restraints, blind folds – no gags though.

Shibari – The reason Jesse bought a pair of EMT scissors.

Anal Play – Both have been on the receiving end.

Sensation Play – Hot candle wax, ice, pinwheel.

Food Play – It got super messy with the whipped cream.

Public Sex – Always when Jesse’s playing a gig - bathroom, car, greenroom, kitroom.

Exhibitionism – Don’t mind putting on a show for the right party – usually a threesome situation.

p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another?

The hospital is completely off limits. It’s the least sexiest place in the world for him. The sights, the sounds, the smells, it’s a complete mood killer.

t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who?

These guys don’t have a bottom drawer like Ivy and Frank, they actually have sex trunk with compartments at the base of their bed with an array of different things to play with. As it’s an equal opportunities relationship, everything gets used on the other.

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Jesse Van Horn Masterlist

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

The Green Card - A visa issue complicates your relationship with Jesse.

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Blood Orange - Jesse comes to the rescue of your neighbour during an autoerotic asphyxation accident.

Jesse Van Horn's Infinite Playlist

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Adding To Ask List:

Dennis Whitaker

Jesse Van Horn