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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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NO LONGER IN DENIAL

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pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader, bestfriend!benedict bridgerton x reader

description: anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

warnings: angst, jealous!anthony cos i’m a sucker for him hehe, benedict being a shit stirrer who i adore, fluffiness at the end <3

“Lady Y/N is joining us for dinner this evening, I believe,” Benedict hummed, a small smirk gracing his face as the eldest Bridgerton’s head snapped up, “Mother told me she hopes to, anyway.”

Anthony watched as his sisters fussed excitedly over seeing you, for it had been at least a week since you had graced Aubrey Hall with your presence and they missed you dearly.

Anthony had too, of course, though he’d never admit it was for any reason beyond how highly regarded you were in his family and how much he enjoyed your friendship.

“I very much look forward to seeing her,” Benedict continued, still smirking devilishly, “Though I did have the pleasure of bumping into her as she left Modiste yesterday.”

Anthony furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, “You didn’t tell me that, brother.”

“Must I share every occasion I see Lady Y/N with you, Anthony?” he quipped in reply, crossing his arms over his chest as Colin stifled a laugh, well aware of what was going on, “One might think you jealous.”

“Jealous? You jest, brother. She is my closest friend, I am simply surprised you would not mention even in passing that you saw her,” Anthony spoke through gritted teeth, “Regardless, I look forward to seeing her.”

“Ah, perfect timing!” Francesca grinned as Lady Y/N’s arrival was announced moments later, and in you walked with a gloriously bright smile on your face, though this faltered as you saw the bitter look on Anthony’s face.

“Is everything alright, my Lord?” you asked shyly, taking a few steps towards Anthony, whose expression softened at this, “Have we chosen a bad day to visit? If so I apologise—,”

Suddenly Benedict was at your side now, “It’s quite alright, my dear Lady Y/N. We are all pleased to see you. Might we take a turn about the room? We have some things to discuss!”

“No fair! You saw her yesterday, I want to show her my embroidery,” Hyacinth pouted, though Benedict raised his brow at her and flickered his eyes in Anthony’s direction as if to explain his actions.

Everyone in the family was well aware of the affection shared between you and Anthony, even if he dared not admit how he felt because of his apparent desire not to marry.

Benedict believed he just needed a push to see that you had myriad other options, and that he could only push away his feelings for so long.

“I’m sure Benedict has something important to share, my dear Hyacinth, but I would love to see your embroidery promptly after,” your voice was like honey to the eldest Bridgerton, who fought off the desire to make his own request for a moment of your time, “There is enough of me to go around! My brother will be arriving shortly, also.”

Benedict began whispering almost as soon as you had crossed the room, endeavouring to make you well aware of his plan so as not to cause any discomfort to you.

He didn’t wish for you to be confused by his sudden flirtation, so immediately indulged you with the details of his concocted plan to induce jealousy in his older brother that might finally allow him to be honest about his feelings.

With some hesitation, you accepted his plan.

Benedict was well aware of your feelings for his brother, and you knew this — after all, you had confessed it to him yourself because you trusted him dearly. Much to Anthony’s dismay, nowadays Benedict was your closest friend of all.

Anthony had once filled that role, but as each year passed and your youth slipped away, you had fallen far too in love with him to be so satisfied with a friendship as you were with Benedict.

Benedict was your best friend — Anthony was the love of your life.

Though he did not admit it, you were the love of his too. This is why Benedict’s interference was so necessary as far as the second Bridgerton son was concerned.

It was unfair for you to believe your love unrequited when it was merely his stubborn refusal to see beyond his ‘duty’ as Viscount and head of the household that prevented him from giving in to his feelings.

The plan seemed already to be working by the time you were seated for dinner, far closer to Benedict than to Anthony who sat at the other side of the table.

He scowled as he watched his brother gossiping with you, still irritated by both his earlier remark about seeing you yesterday and his persistence with being the only person in the room to maintain your attention.

“It is working, my dear friend,” Benedict beamed across at you, leaning forward to both better execute his plan and so that you could hear him better, “If looks could kill, my brother would have seen me long since dead and buried.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding the giggle that escaped as you waited to calm before looking across at Anthony, “Benedict!”

You drew in a deep breath, composing yourself before glancing across at the Viscount and catching his eye immediately. His glare was suddenly no more, his lips curling up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You mouthed a small “Hello,” to him, blushing crimson at the intensity of his stare. Despite the conversation going on around him, all he could do was look at you.

The staring contest you seemed to find yourself in was swiftly broken by Benedict’s voice calling your name again, returning you to conversation with him.

The rest of dinner passed much the same — small conversations here and there with the other Bridgertons, longing stares from an increasingly restless Anthony, and teasing comments from Benedict, who was certain that Anthony would be confronting you tonight.

“We should probably call for our carriage, I suppose,” you smiled sadly, disappointed with both how quickly the night had passed by and the fact you’d hardly spoken to Anthony throughout, “I’ve had such a lovely evening. I only wish I could stay longer!”

“You could!” Anthony exclaimed, an unusual outburst for the eldest sibling but one that made all at the table laugh as he rose to his feet, “We could have a room put up for you. It is late, and Wellsbury Hall is quite the distance.”

You bit your lip, smiling at him as he sat back down again, “Oh we couldn’t trouble you with that, my lord.”

“Perhaps my dear friend is right,” your brother disagreed, “It is getting late, and if it is no trouble we would be incredibly grateful. And I hope we might repay you with an invitation to Wellsbury in the near future? I hope to host a ball before the season ends so that my darling sister might finally find a husband.”

His eyes flickered between Benedict and Anthony for a moment and you realised that he must have been in on Benedict’s little plan.

You looked around the room cautiously at every smiling face, before settling your gaze on Anthony with a nod, “Very well then. I’d be delighted. The many childhoods spent staying here overnight are often much missed.”

Lady Bridgerton grinned, “Fantastic. Then it is settled,” she turned to the maids stood by the door, “Please prepare two rooms for our guests as quickly as possible. It is, after all, late, and I’m sure they will soon wish to rest.”

The way Anthony watched you for the rest of dinner made you impossibly nervous.

When the maids told you which rooms were readied, you stood to retire to bed, but not before Benedict offered to show you to the room as it was in his opinion the best decorated.

“Brother, I don’t believe it’s appropriate for you to show Lady Y/N to her room,” Anthony huffed, having had enough now of him being stuck to you like heavy-duty glue, “Perhaps you should allow one of our maids to kindly do so.”

“It is quite alright, Anthony. We are in the comfort of our own home, and I know Y/N quite well enough,” Benedict sing-songed, “Unless you would prefer to show her? The maids are quite busy clearing up.”

Anthony’s jaw clenched at his brother’s comment about knowing you ‘quite well enough’ and so he found himself at your side quickly.

“In fact yes, perhaps I should,” he agreed, a sternness in his tone you’d become used to again today. He was so much gentler with you, but today with you so seemingly far from him he has grown stoic again, “After all, I am the head of this household and you have not let me spend a minute with my closest friend, hm?”

Colin interjected now, aware of all eyes on the conversation, “Perhaps Lady Y/N can make the decision herself?”

“I—,”

“Fine, I concede,” Benedict raised his hands in surrender, “I suppose I’ve not let her leave my side this evening, though you cannot fault me for that. I will bid you goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight brothers.”

He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips for just the gentlest of kisses to the back of it, before he bowed and quickly left the room.

With Anthony facing the other way, towards you, Benedict turned to shoot you a wink before leaving, and nerves bubbled in your gut at the unknown of what was to come.

The kiss to your hand was the final straw for Anthony, who linked his arm with yours and lead you out of the room without another word to anyone else.

You were silent for the walk, but once you stopped still outside of the room you were to sleep in Anthony turned to stand in front of you, his breathing jagged as his eyes searched your face for clues to why he was feeling so furious at your friendship with Benedict.

“Is my brother courting you?” he came right out and asked it, his chest heaving and yours doing so now too as you shook your head.

“Not at all, my lord,” you bit your lip again, before looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.

He brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your face so that you were forced to look at him again, “And do you wish him to be?”

Again you shook your head, but his finger never left your skin for a moment.

“I was so sure—,”

“Forgive me, my lord, I have just been finding comfort in his friendship of late as I see him regularly about town,” you frowned, suddenly even more conscious of how little time you spent with Anthony in recent weeks.

He leaned ever so slightly closer, “Finding comfort in his friendship? And what of ours?”

“Our friendship, my lord? I—,”

“I apologise, Y/N, but I do not like to see you so close with my brother. Not least because of the fear of a scandal if others saw his behaviour,” he gritted his teeth, “He touches you too often. Leans too close to speak with you and it… it is misleading.”

You gulped, “Why would you be so infuriated by the notion of him courting me, my dear Anthony? He is your brother, and he cares for me. Even if it is not him I wish did so.”

He cocked his head in confusion now, before his eyes widened in realisation of his brother’s scheming. And in considering that, he realised that it had worked.

He’d never wanted to marry, and especially never for love.

But with you stood right there at his finger tips, smiling up at him nervously with a twinkle in your eyes, he threw caution to the wind and realised that you had changed that in him.

He could no longer deny his desire to hold you, to have you entirely as his, to make you his Viscountess.

“Who do you wish to treat you as such, my lady?”

“Surely you can see the answer for yourself, Anthony.”

“I simply wish to hear you say it. But if I must do so first, as a consequence of my foolishness in not seeing it sooner, then so be it. I dislike your closeness to my brother because I miss your attention being mine. I wish to have you at my side always, to laugh with you and dance with you and just talk with you all evening. I do not wish to see Benedict court you because I wish to do so myself.”

“Anthony—,”

“Please, my love, let me finish. I have most probably been in love with you for as long as I have known you, and yet chosen not to see it out of my own stubbornness. If not for my scheming devil of a brother, I might still be in denial. But I love you most ardently, Y/N. And if you feel at all the same then I should like to make you my wife. My viscountess.”

You were speechless, perhaps for one of the first times since meeting Anthony.

You had always told him everything, always saved your last dance for him at balls, always rooted for him in every game of Pall Mall even as his competitor.

And now here he was, the famously anti-marriage Viscount asking if you too wished to wed him.

“Anthony, I had hoped it was clear as day that I too have been unfathomably in love with you for longer than I can explain,” you blushed crimson again under his gaze as a smile spread across his face, “To marry you, well, would be the only way I might find joy in marriage. I know you’ve never sought a match, let alone a love match, but I love you most dearly, my dear Anthony.”

He captured your lips with his as soon as you stopped speaking, knowing that he shouldn’t do so but hoping nobody was around.

Besides, he would soon make you his wife, and he couldn’t contain the excitement.

“I know I’ve previously had my reservations but I am no longer in denial, and I’m sorry for taking my liberties with you by kissing you before we are wed but I could not help myself. And I wish to spend a lifetime kissing you, Y/N. Will you marry me?” he looked shy all of a sudden, which you had never seen before, and you grabbed both of his hands in yours to kiss them.

“Of course, my dear, there is nothing I would like more!”

His smile became impossibly wide, and once more he kissed you out of sheer excitement.

“I’m sorry that this was so abrupt, and I have yet no ring. But my mother will be ecstatic and I plan to give you her betrothal ring because— you are the only woman worthy. And I shall spend our whole life ensuring that I make up for taking so long to do this,” he was vulnerable now, still shy under your careful gaze,

“I had no desire to marry because I had no desire to put the woman I love through the pain of losing me like my mother did my father. She was distraught but— I see now that it is no good wasting time with this fear. However long I might live, I wish to spend those years loving you and making you happy, so that any pain might be worthwhile.”

You kissed him now, tearing your gloves from your hands and reaching up to cup his face and kiss him, “I love you, Anthony Bridgerton. Always. And I cannot wait to be your wife. It will be the greatest honour.”

You were both hot and flustered, and it was taking everything in him not to push open your bedroom door and sweep you off your feet.

But for you, he was a gentleman, and so he settled for one final kiss atop your head and a sweet goodnight.

“We shall tell the others as we break fast tomorrow, perhaps?” you could see the dizzy joy in Anthony’s eyes as he asked this of you, and you nodded profusely.

“I cannot wait, my dear.”

“Then I will bid you good night, my love. I will dream of you, and look forward to seeing you in the morning. Sleep well, my future viscountess.”

“Sleep well, my love.”

As you went to part, you heard a rustle a little way down the corridor, both looking up to see a smug Benedict smirking, leaning on the wall just down the hallway.

“Even I underestimated my own plan. Congratulations, brother. You finally saw sense.”

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hello! i know this is completely random as i’ve been writing for djats lately but i has this idea and felt the neeeeed to write it. feel free to request more bridgerton fics, as i’m inspired at the moment and rewatching it.

in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

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fieldexplores · 2 months

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Chikorita's Makeup

#Chikorita #Cyndaquil #Totodile #Pokemon #Makeup #Beauty #Jealous #Woomy

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eyelessfaces · 8 months

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I don't think we, as a society, talk enough about how long oscar's bottom lashes are

look look the light hits just right under his eye and WHAT THE FUCK

#???????#okay princess #jealous #oscar isaac #moon knight #marc spector #poe dameron #steven grant #moon knight x reader #poe dameron x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #jane talks

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hanjisungslag · 1 month

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Headcanons for when aot men get jealous? Maybe seeing reader and someone else spending time together and getting agitated and then dragging them away - ‘Pay attention to me not them.’ sort of vibe.

💢 aot men & jealously

characters included: eren, armin, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin and levi.

notes: this ask had me floored.

☆ eren jaeger

he caught you and reiner talking to each other AGAIN.

this has happened one too many times and eren finally loses it.

he’d definitely say something like “what about spending time with your boyfriend instead of him, hm?”

very temperamental about the whole thing..

one second he’ll be furious, next he’ll be sad, next he’ll be happy you’re back to spending time with each other

but mostly angry over it.

he storms over and pushes reiner away from you as he comes between the both of you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing with MY partner?” eren asked threateningly “woah eren we were just—” but before reiner could say anything, eren grabbed your arm and stormed off with you.

☆ armin arlert

you and jean are very close friends

too close, your boyfriend may say.

armin usually lets things slide at first, he doesn’t want to come off as overbearing or jealous

also you and jean are just friends at the end of the day, right?

but one day, you and jean are laughing away as usual and armin asks what’s so funny and you say..

“oh, it’s an inside joke. you wouldn’t get it.”

after you said this, you continued to laugh. but armin had reached his breaking point, he slammed his hands on the dinner table and rose from his seat turning to face you, “y/n. get up.” your smile drops as you also get up from your chair. you two walk out the dinner hall. armin quickly speaks up “pay attention to me, not him.”

☆ connie springer

you and berty boy were spending wayyy too much quality time together.

making you spend less time with your own boyfriend!

connie obviously took this to heart and had to do what a man’s gotta do

aka pull a prank on bert.

every single day for like 2 weeks, connie would do something just to cause him inconvenience.

just like hiding his things right before practice, stealing food off his plate, replacing his sugar with salt, messing up his laundry etc.

but now what was connie going to do with you? after he pulled one of his pranks on bert he saw you HELPING him so not only do you spend all your time with him but now you’re ruining connie’s revenge plan? nope, not happening. he slams bert’s door open not taking any notice that the both of you are trying to talk to him, he just grabs you and pulls you into the hall. “last time i checked, i was your boyfriend. so, stop acting like bert is.”

☆ jean kirstein

there was someone in the survey corps who clearly had a thing for you

but you didn’t seem to notice. supposedly.

anyways, you guys would spend quite a bit of time together especially during expeditions.

jean obviously took offence to this and what does he do?

showboats🗣️🗣️

while on an expedition, you and this guy were chatting away, killing titans, all the usual stuff. but little did you know, from the back, jean was watching all of this happening and he was getting pissed off. his anger built up so much that when it came to killing the titans be whipped out half of them on his own. everyone was super impressed and the girls started complimenting you for having such a strong, brave boyfriend.

he pulls you aside afterwards and says “that was because of you and him, you know? so, you better start paying more attention to me now.”

☆ reiner braun

there was this one guy from garrisons who adored you!

and you thought he was sweet and you’d always try and catch up with him when you could.

which reiner would say was too often.

reiner would definitely intimidate this guy with how huge he is.

it’d be intimidating even reiner wasnt massive because he was just a garrison.

he’d pump his chest out more and wrap his big arms around you in front of him to prove how much bigger and better he was.

and when it came to you, he was so mad. as you stepped away from the garrison guy, he took his arm off of you and grabbed you by the shoulders turning you to face him. “hey. you better stop talking to that fucking whimp. i’m your boyfriend.”

☆ bertolt hoover

you and connie were super close.

you both trained together, love pulling pranks and just bounce off each other so well.

some people sometimes even think you’re a couple..!

but you already have a boyfriend.

bert doesn’t like to speak up about how he feels for a while until something really tips him over the edge.

bert always used to ignore how close you and connie were, he was too shy to say anything in the first place but he also didn’t want to ruin your guys’ relationship by being jealous. that was until someone asked if you and connie were a couple. that was his final straw. he calmly walked over to you but grabbed you with a grip you wouldn’t expect from bertolt. you found yourself outside with him where he looks you dead in the eyes “unless you actually want connie to be your boyfriend, you better start paying more attention to me, y/n.”

☆ levi ackerman

you mostly worked in the offices after a bad injury.

and there was this one librarian who really took a liking to you.

but, you’re already coupled up with mr. ackerman.

levi sees you guys talking all the time. sees that you’re in the library quite a lot even when you don’t need to be.

because of this he delegated menial work to him and even you, when he’s feel mean.

but when he catches you STILL talking while doing the tasks he set for you, he loses it.

you got distracted from your task when your little librarian friend starts discussing this ancient book he discovered the other day and as you were chatting away, you heard the door creak.. you jump out of your skin, trying to return to your task but it was too late. levi had already seen you. he calmly marched towards you and pulls you away to the other end of the library “is that what i said your task was, y/n? come here, i got a better task for you like helping your boyfriend. not this cretin.”

( however at the end of the week when things were all cleared up and you ask him about it he just says “me? jealous? no, i wasn’t.” )

☆ erwin smith

you and mike were working a little too closely lately.

erwin saw the way mike looked at you longingly

at first he thought it was nothing, he wasn’t even jealous!

until mike starts getting more physical

a shoulder brush here, a slight hand touch there

after this, he fully loses it.

erwin side eyes you and mine when he sees his hand gently brush up against yours, it could be pure accident but erwin couldn’t care less. he had gone too far. he marched over tall and mighty and swiftly stole you from mike “i’m the only man who gets to do that to you, you hear me?”

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romanticallymad · 7 months

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I love when they're being jealous... like yes, claim me, i'm yours and only yours ♡

#yandere #love #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #lovecore #crush #yandere core #lovesick #yandere thoughts #romantic #crush suggestion #yan #yandere community #actual yandere #yandere bpd #jealous #in love #bpd love #romantic academia

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soobnny · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy — nrk.

trope. established relationship. overprotective / jealousy au.

synopsis. nishimura riki is stubborn and hard-headed, yet not even a fight can stop him from making sure no one bothers his girlfriend. who knew jealousy could look so good on riki? (2.1k words)

note. here’s to anon who requested for me to write jealous aus! realized i’ve never actually tried writing it before :0 the song btw has nothing to do w the fic. just stole the title

There’s nothing more unsettling than seeing you trying to talk to Nishimura Riki who is actively making it a point to avoid looking or speaking to you, despite being in the same vehicle.

Especially when you’re saying, gently, “Riki, I’m really sorry.”

Riki couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He was understandably upset, and there was an insistent voice in his head that told him to give you the silent treatment. Your boyfriend had the right to be annoyed – especially when he had spent hours prior in the day waiting for you at your favorite ice cream parlor.

It wasn’t like you had meant to stand him up on your date. You had been called back late by your teacher, and you had forgotten to inform Riki especially when your mind was a sea of responsibilities you had to tend to. And on most days, Riki would understand and forgive you in a heartbeat – even offer to help you with your workload.

He always said it was a stupid reason to be upset with, and it was in hindsight. However, it’s been a really long time since you’d last been on a date together.

With his dance competitions and your constant strive to keep your scholarship, the both of you were understandably busy. Spotting free time on both of your schedules was rare and you took every chance at spending time together when it happened.

Today was one of those days, and the plan was that you’d go on an ice cream date (just the two of you) before going to one of Jay’s famous parties. It didn’t help that Riki was particularly clingy today after having lost a spot in the Top 3 of his recent competition. He just wanted to be with you, to bask in your comfort, and to hold you in his arms as a reminder that there was always next time.

And you had accidentally robbed him of that. So, Nishimura Riki was upset with you.

“Riki–” You begin.

“Don’t.” He cut you off before you could even continue. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”

He surprised himself with how cold he spoke to you, guilt instantly settling in, but it was too late to take back his words. Besides, you knew never to take it to heart when Riki was upset. You’d just have to try again tomorrow, when he’d have enough time to calm himself down. So, you simply grow quiet as he pulls up the driveway of your shared friend’s house.

The night air is cold when you step out of the car, and you visibly shrug at the sudden coolness in contrast to the heat you had felt in the silence between you and your boyfriend. It’s only now that Riki allows himself to look at you. His gaze follows the gentle shaking of your shoulders and the clattering of your teeth as you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself.

While he was angry, Riki was not a cruel boyfriend. Shrugging his jacket off, he places it on your shoulders gently, helping you adjust your arms in its sleeves to make sure that in the chill of the night and the air-conditioned party, you would not feel cold.

Before you can thank him, he starts walking for the door.

Poor Sunoo is unaware of the fight when you pull both of you in for a hug, bouncing in conversation and being greeted by an awkward string of responses from the both of you. He only understands the situation when you and Riki walk separate ways upon entering the party.

The music is unbearably loud, and Riki is the first one to go meet up with his friends. You walk the opposite direction in hopes of seeing a friend.

Truthfully, you did not want to be in this party right now. It was only ever fun when you were Riki, popping out an ankle biter or two as you’d make fun of the drunk teenagers around you. Time always stretched in meaningful ways when you were with him, blurred by silly dancing and excusing yourselves to pull pranks on your friends.

“(Name)!” You spot Felix, a good friend of Jake, approaching you with a smile on his face. He gives you a side hug, immediately noticing the lack of your boyfriend by your side. “Where’s Riki?” You return the warm smile at the boy, politely acknowledging him. You don’t really want to tell him you weren’t with Riki because you had a fight, so you settle with a little white lie.

“He’s downstairs. I’m looking for a friend.” Felix nods his head, patting your head before he’s called by Hyunjin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see you around!” With one last tap on the shoulder, Felix heads towards the direction of his friend, leaving you to walk around by yourself again.

You grow more anxious upon not spotting a single close friend in the party after roaming around the house for a good fifteen minutes. Then again, Jay’s space was huge and it’d be impossible to look through every space and crevice in search of a friend.

You had hoped maybe Yuna or Yunjin were around so you could pass time through conversation and gossip. However, fate doesn’t hand you luck tonight.

On the other side of the party, Riki is seated with his friends – Sunghoon and Jake joking around with a beer in hand as they chat about their recent flings, Sunoo off to dance with friends, Heeseung and Jay busying themselves to make sure the partygoers were accommodated with enough food and drinks, and Jungwon who is concerned why his friend is awfully quiet tonight with the absence of your usual figure next to him.

“Where’s (name)?” Jungwon starts.

“We had a fight.” Riki’s response is pointed as he glances at Jungwon before going back to people-watching. It’s like he doesn’t want to say it. Riki hates fighting with you – and while it was normal to occasionally fight in healthy relationships, it didn’t mean Riki hated it any less. However, he was stubborn and hardheaded, and that insistent voice has not left his head.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Jungwon blinks, unsure of how to respond. He wasn’t sure if Riki wanted him to keep pushing at the topic or not. Going for the safe option, Jungwon keeps his mouth shut as he excuses himself to go help Jay and Heeseung.

While heading for the kitchen, Jungwon spots you seated on another couch in the living room, scrolling through your phone. Next to you is Chaewon who looks like she’s in a peaceful slumber despite the loud music and the crowd of people.

When you catch sight of the boy, he waves at you politely before he disappears into the crowd.

You hum to yourself. You suppose you should just leave in a bit after Chaewon wakes up. Besides, it wasn’t really a bother having her lean her head on your shoulder, and you didn’t really want to wake her to leave the party you had just joined.

You’re less fortunate with the man seated on your left.

He had been trying to talk to you the whole time you were looking for a friend (after Felix had left your side), and he had sat down next to you the moment you grew tired.

When Jungwon disappears, the boy next to you perks up and starts quizzing you on your name, which school you went to, what year you were in. He honestly seemed friendly, noticing your lack of mood for the party and attempting to lighten it up a little. But, you did not feel like answering him.

Perhaps he was trying to make a friend, but you were too preoccupied on how you were going to apologize to Riki tomorrow. And, he was being a little too creepy about not leaving you alone.

He tries asking you open-ended questions, tries to be quirky by asking conversation-inducing questions, but you really had nothing to say that might be of interest to him.

“You look like you aren’t enjoying yourself.” You’re ripped out of your thoughts at his constant efforts at a conversation, and when you start to feel properly awkward, you feel his arm slide behind you, dangling on the couch and inching impossibly closer to you. Maybe he wasn’t trying to make a friend after all.

You silently pray in your head for Chaewon to wake up so you could peel yourself away from the situation.

You stutter over your own words, trying to think of a way to tell him you really weren’t in the mood to have a conversation with a stranger, and you’re sure Riki wasn’t too big of a fan of someone else trying to be touchy with you.

While you appreciated his efforts at trying to make you enjoy yourself, you can’t help but think that he had ulterior motives, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.

Was the oversized jacket you’re wearing not clue enough that you had a boyfriend?

“Yo, who’s that next to (name)?” Riki’s ears perk up at the mention of your name, back straightening as he tries to listen in on Jake and Sunghoon’s conversation.

“Riki, I think someone’s trying to chat your girlfriend up.” Sunghoon looks behind him to look at Riki who has grown intimidatingly silent at his comment. Motioning over to where you’re seated, Riki pushes himself off from the couch, peering over in search of his girlfriend in the crowd.

Jake and Sunghoon were right. In his view, he spots a stupid looking boy trying to impress you – and you were clearly not having it. Riki feels his head start to ache and his fists clench by his side. He grips his phone tighter, knuckles turning white at the sight that greets him.

The icy grip of jealousy that seeps through his veins is overwhelming. You’re smiling politely at the boy, and Riki knows you’re trying to think of a million ways to get away from the situation. He doesn’t understand why he feels jealous. It’s not like you even wanted to talk to that boy.

Then it clicks. Maybe that’s why. Because here you were, seated with some boy who has his hand on your shoulder when it should’ve been him. And all of this is happening just because he was upset at you for your lack of communication from a while ago.

Nishimura Riki couldn’t take it anymore.

Locked and loaded behind gritted teeth and popping veins on his neck, he makes his way through the crowd, stopping right in front of you and the cause of his annoyance. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Riki glares down at the boy beside you. “That’s my girlfriend, so get your hands off her.”

The sight of Riki is enough to send bullets of sweat down the boy’s forehead. With a newfound fear, the boy straightens up from his seat, pulling his arm off of you before raising it in defeat. “Dude, my bad. She was here alone, how should I have known she had a boyfriend?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Riki’s face flashes in your direction and his features soften at a ridiculously fast pace. He reaches out to take your hand in his before gently tugging you off of the couch, apologizing to Chaewon in the process while he takes you outside.

Riki pulls you in for a hug. He doesn’t care how upset he was with you, he needed to make sure you were okay. With his hand running through your back and his lips pressed on top of your head, he feels his mood instantly lighten.

He pulls away, brushing your hair off your face before asking quietly, “Are you okay?”

You thought about it for a second before nodding your head, smiling gratefully at him. You know he was upset with you (he might still be), and Riki tended to be stubborn and hardheaded when it came to arguments. It was just nice to know that even then, he always had your back. Even if he was angry or upset or annoyed, you knew you could always count on him to be there for you.

“You wanna go home?”

You nod your head, scooting closer to him. He knows that you just need him so he takes your hand in his, leading you over to where he had parked the car. “Maybe some ice cream to make it up to you?”

“Okay. I’m still upset, by the way.”

“I know. I love you.”

“...Love you too.”

#enhypen x reader #nishimura riki x you #ni-ki x reader #ni-ki x you #ni-ki x y/n #enhypen ni-ki x reader #enhypen ni-ki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen riki x reader #nishimura riki x y/n #riki x y/n #riki x reader #riki x you #nishimura riki fanfic #enhypen nishimura riki #sam nishimura #jealous #overprotective

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jjmaybankswifeyx · 22 days

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don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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hope you guys like this, i am currently on the ganja writing this so i apologise if there’s any mistakes or anything❤️❤️

#zach justice #zach justice smut #zach justice x reader #zach justice and tara yummy #zach justice podcast #dropouts podcast #jared bailey #alyssa ali bert i #smut #youtube #podcast #jealous #drew starkey smut #colby brock smut #jake webber smut #jj maybank x reader

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viejospellejos · 1 year

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hoy sentí la verdadera envidia

#video #sfw #capybara #capibara #envidia #jealous #lol #xd #humor #animalicos

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wildlife4life · 18 days

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Fuck-It Friday Coda

Tagged by the amazing @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @wikiangela and @tizniz (who dropped a whole new fic!) Thank you so much! Hope you all are just as hyped for bi-buck as I am!!!!!!! Not much to say than what's being said everywhere for 7x04. Here is my coda this historic episode and it can be read on ao3 as well. Enjoy!

It’s never really a surprise anymore whenever Buck runs into Tommy at the 118’s favorite hook and ladder bar. Hell, before they broke up, Tommy took him to this bar on a couple dates. Awkward dates but dates all the same.

Buck is waiting for the latest rounds of drinks at the bar when a familiar hand lands on his shoulder, “Hey Evan.”

He whirls around and comes face to face with the very man that opened Buck up to whole new world. “H-h-hey Tommy.” He greets nervously, gaze flickering over to where his team, Maddie, Athena, and some friends from dispatch sat.

Tommy catches it and smirks, “Here with the entire crew huh? What’s the cause for this meet up? Didn’t see or hear about any big Buckley heroics over the radio waves.”

Buck finally catches Eddie attention, and his partner stiffens slightly at the sight of Tommy. They were all still friends, mostly, but after the pilot ended things with Buck, sides were taken… in more ways than one.

“You lied back then. In your loft, before I kissed you.” Tommy stated, staring out the hanger doors, hands shoved deep into his flight suit’s pockets.

Wretchedness gripped Buck’s throat tightly. He knew where this was headed, and for just the briefest moment he wanted to fight it. Fight for what he and Tommy had. “I didn’t lie. I wanted to get to know you, I thought-I still think you are cool, and I just wanted you see that.” His voice was high and tight with the brittle lie.

Tommy shook his head and Buck caught his grimacing smile, “Buck you need to stop lying to yourself and open your damn eyes. I have and you want to know what I saw?” His voice cracked with anguish.

Buck’s lower lip trembled, and he could feel the prickle of tears. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to face it. Because if he opened his eyes to what Tommy is seeing, the despair would be 10 times worse than what he’s facing at the time.

Always the bravest of two of them, Tommy scoffed at Buck’s silence and pushed on, “You weren’t vying for my attention. You never have. Evan you never did any sort of chasing in this relationship, I did. I so was blinded by how endearing and open you were about your best friend, that I failed to see you misplacing you’re confused emotions onto the nearest person showing you affection. Me.”

The tears began to flow when Buck shook his head, “No Tommy. I liked you; I just didn’t know about that part of myself until you showed it to me.” He tried defending.

His boyfriend snorted, “Liked. Past. Not present.”

And Buck’s heart dropped into his gut.

Finally, Tommy looked at him and everything in his stomach becomes rancid at the utter heartbreak on the older man’s face, “I’m glad I could help you embrace your bisexuality. Truly I am. I know how freeing it can be. But Evan, those feelings you’ve have for men, for that one special man have always been there and instead of facing them, you took the easy way out with me. And fuck man, it hurts. It really does.”

“Tommy…” Buck started, but Tommy’s hand gripping his wrist silenced him.

“Evan-Buck. Its-well it’s not entirely okay, but you didn’t know or see and neither did I. At least not until you came back from Chim’s bachelor party. You two couldn’t even look each other in the eye and you’ve been off since.”

That’s because he and Eddie got into the biggest fight of their lives during Chimney’s bachelor weekend. Because Eddie had been acting off since Buck came out, even though he promised nothing would change. Because Buck once again became enviously green when Eddie kept his attention on the private bar tender. Because Eddie looked Buck in the eye and asked, ‘Why does he get that part of you?’ in the middle of their screaming match that Buck still has no idea how it started but ended there. Because they both walked away, too scared to confront any of those feelings. Because Buck knew deep down, he wanted to give everything he was giving to Tommy, to Eddie and so much more.

“You are such a wonderful man Buck and I know it was never your intention to hurt anyone. But us being together, it’s destroying me and you and...” Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, “And Eddie.”

And there it was. Everything that Buck has been denying since Tommy confronted him in his loft. The person who was really behind Buck’s complex and confused emotions those few months ago. It was time Buck accepted it. It was time to open his eyes. It was time to let Tommy go.

Buck let out a sob and tugged Tommy into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I really am.”

Tommy sniffled, “You have nothing to apologize for Evan.” He pulled back and put Buck at arm’s length, giving him a wet smile, “I was more than honored to be your queer awakening and guru.”

Buck barked out a soggy laugh, “You turned my entire world on its axis man, but in the best way possible.”

“You’re a special one Evan and Eddie… god what you two have and what it can be.” Tommy shook his head chuckling, “I can’t stand in the way of that anymore.”

The younger firefighter stuttered out a breath, “I think that’s more on me than you.” And gets a hum of agreement from his now ex-boyfriend. He stuck a hand out, “Friends?”

Tommy didn’t even hesitate and slapped his own hand into Buck’s, squeezing tight, “Absolutely. Just give me some time, and yourself as well.”

Buck took two days after the break-up to mourn what had been his best relationship to date, to wallow in his unknown carelessness, and to confront those mixed emotions that drew him to Tommy in the first place. Then he packed his duffle and went to work.

Chimney was the first to confront him since Tommy turned down a night out at the karaoke bar and explained that he and Buck broke up. Hen followed because those two paramedics tell each other everything. Bobby reminded Buck that he was willing to listen before giving his shoulder a squeeze. Ravi seemed, relieved, but sympathetic. And Eddie pulled him into the tightest embrace asking, “Why?”

Buck didn’t give him the entire answer. Simply stated, “It wasn’t working.”

Months later Buck gave him the entire truth by taking a page out Tommy’s book and kissing Eddie senseless with a firm grip on his chin. Eddie, who was babbling away in his kitchen about not seeing what was in front of him and desperate to know if Buck is willing to give Eddie every part of himself, kissed Buck back with ferocity. When they pulled apart Buck finally told him why Tommy ended things, “He saw what we were all too scared to look at.”

That was almost a month ago and Buck is deliriously happy with his life, with his boyfriend, with Eddie. He doesn’t need to be weird or nervous around the man that helped lead him here. So, he winks at Eddie, telling him it’s all good, and gives his attention to Tommy. “No big newsworthy rescues. Though Chimney did rescue his 100th cat.”

Tommy shakes his head laughing, “An almost impossible feat.”

“Very much so.” Buck comments, “We’re here to celebrate Maddie’s promotion at dispatch. Officially a supervisor.”

“Hey good for her!” Tommy exclaims, “Honestly surprised it took this long. Her voice seems to be on all the major calls lately.”

Buck nods, “Yea. Would have been a different ending for all of us after the bridge collapse last year if it weren’t for my sister.”

“Man, you Buckley’s and your heroism.”

Buck blushes, Tommy Kinnard always the charmer. The other man smirks, knowing the effect he has on him still. “You look good Buck. Happy. Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain firefighter that’s all over your Instagram lately? Hm?”

As if summoned by Tommy’s mere mention of him, a red Henley covered arm snakes its away around Buck’s waist and warmth lines up along his back. “Hey Tommy, good to see yuh man.” Eddie greets smoothly before nuzzling close to Buck’s ear, “Get that drink order in yet babe?” He asks just loud enough to be overheard by certain people close by.

The pilot’s smirk broadens, but gives a friendly slap to Eddie’s back, “Good to see yuh too Diaz. Been a minute.”

Eddie nods and his nose moves along Buck’s jaw at the movement, making him tremble, “It has. Maybe we can meet up to spar sometime.”

Before his bisexual awakening and the admittance of his true feelings, hearing his boyfriend make plans with another man would have sent him on a downward spiral. Now, thanks in part to Tommy, Eddie, his sister, and the entirety of the 118, but mostly himself, Buck is secure and at peace with his place in their lives, in Eddie’s life.

But that still doesn’t stop his big hearted, ever thoughtful boyfriend from asking, “I know I’ve only taught you the basics, but you could join Evan.”

Buck leans back into Eddie’s embrace and brushes his lips against his partner’s cheek, “Hmm. I’d rather go for the title on more equal grounds, and I really want to save myself the embarrassment of Tommy seeing my ass get kicked.”

His ex snorts out a laugh, while Eddie’s cheeks pinken at Buck’s innuendo of the actual kind of sweaty, half naked situation they want to be in. “Still shameless as ever huh Evan?” Tommy comments.

Buck shrugs, “Nothing to be ashamed of. My boyfriend is hot and I prefer to have my ass handed to me in more intimate ways. But you two can kick, spin, and punch your little hearts out. I’ll enjoy some time with Christopher, maybe even take him to a field and play the much superior sport, football.”

“God you really do not like basketball huh?” Tommy retorts with a shake of his head, probably remembering the first and last time they played, ending with Buck almost breaking Eddie’s ankle in a confused jealous rage.

“I won’t let him near anything orange and spherical.” Eddie jokes giving Buck a tight squeeze. “But if you are up to it, I would love to come over and go a few rounds. You do have a pretty sweet set up.”

The LAFD piolet grins, “Bring the Chevelle too, we can give it a once over.”

Buck makes a mental reminder to give the back seat of said car a good cleaning because the last time he and Eddie drove it out, Buck took Eddie apart in back seat and a t-shirt wipe down definitely did not suffice as ‘clean up’.

Eddie clears his throat, and his blush deepens. Yea, he’s thinking the same. “Sounds good. I’ll shoot you text and set up a time.”

Knowing the conversation is coming to an end, Buck flags down the bar tender before looking over at Tommy, “You should join us. Drinks are on,” He pauses trying to remember who lost the credit card roulette and laughs when it comes to him, “Drinks are on Josh.”

Tommy softens at the invitation, “Drinks with the 118, haven’t done that in a while. I’m in. Miller lite to start.”

Buck laughs, “Yea I know. Go join the others, Eddie and I got this.”

“Yea, I know you do. BuckandEddie, the dream team. Happy for you both, truly.” Tommy kindly states, then gives a shoulder pat to the two of them before strolling away to join the 118 and dispatchers. They faintly hear loud cheers and greetings when he gets close, their friends and family always happy to see the man who put his life and career on the line for them.

Buck places their drink order and when the bar tender slides away, Eddie pulls him back into his chest and growls into his ear, “You may not be green with envy anymore, but I sort of am.”

A shiver runs down Buck’s spine at his boyfriend’s possessive tone and knew all too well that their time at the bar was going to be short lived…unless.

“It’s no Chevelle, but the jeep is parked pretty close.” Buck breathlessly tells him.

Eddie gives him a wicked grin, “You want to take me in the jeep?”

“Wanna go for another title?”

I put in so many references from the episode and previous episodes too, as mini celebration to the 100th episode. Hope you all enjoyed! If you want to know when I drop coda fic go interact with my pinned post. Tagging (no pressure): @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @bidisasterbuckdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @bi-buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @bibuckbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @bigfootsmom @911onabc @911-on-abc @homerforsure

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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being in a love triangle with shoto todoroki and inasa yoarashi

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader x inasa yoarashi

tags: jealousy, rivalry, receiving gifts

it's not a secret that inasa and shoto can't stand each other

inasa hated shoto ever since they first met, thinking he's nothing but an arrogant and cold asshole

meanwhile shoto never cared about inasa, until he started to spend time with you and tried to drive you away from him, which was when he started to detest inasa

neither of them can understand why you'd be friends with the other and they'll try to talk badly about each other at any given opportunity

inasa tells you how worried he is about your relationship with shoto and that he doesn't believe shoto is capable of loving or caring for someone and that he'll likely hurt you some day

meanwhile shoto tries to convince you that inasa is too immature to be in a relationship, since he's always bad mouthing him behind his back – and perhaps he'd do the same with you!

though none of that drives you away from the boys and you remain friends with both of them, much to the distaste of the two of them

whenever they come across each other – when inasa picks you up after school or such – they're always glaring at each other

after a while, the two of them give up on using words to convince you to give up the other and instead start using actions

shoto starts making you expensive gifts to win you over; flowers, chocolates and anything that your heart desires

inasa might not be able to buy you something more expensive, but he'll buy you more than shoto does!

shoto gets you a bouquet of flowers? inasa gets you two!

they always attempt to one up each other and you'll soon be drowning in gifts, until you finally pick one of the two boys and end their fighting…

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Lurking in the Shadows

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obssessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

Part 2 | Part 3

MDNI!!!

Over the next few days Simon had very much settled himself into the grooves of your and Johns marriage, when John would get up in the morning Simon turn the both of you , pulling you in closer to him he would make quick work to stuff himself into you. He made sure that during the day he had you bent all over the house, every filthy, needy desperate thought he's ever had being played out, pouting when John would get home and your attention would shift to him, your attention being split and no longer solely on him. Tonight no different as John walked in and you got out of his lap to meet John at the entry way, kissing him, and helping him take his jacket off. "Hi love, how was your day?"

"Hello darling." John wrapped his arms around you pulling you in tightly, "It was well, gonna be staying late the next few nights though, just so you know."

"What? Why?" You pouted up at him, "You guys are leaving again so soon?"

John glanced up, the pout you were giving him being mirrored on Simon's, only deeper and directed at you. Picking you up he only smirked when he saw dinner ready, having wrapped your legs around his waist you repositioned when he sat down on the couch near Simon, "We aren't going anywhere, I just got some meetings and files to get caught up with."

"Promise?" You felt his hands pulling the waist band of the your his sweats down, after some shuffling he squeezed your ass pressing your front into him as he kissed the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah." Smirking into your chest when he noticed that when you reached your hand out to Simon's cheek and cupped it bring him to you, Simon's whole demeanor changed, making him perk up. "Knew you were needy for her for a while but Jesus Simon, never took you for a pouter."

Tensing up Simon looked at John, "Wasn't pouting."

"Doin an awful nice thing as to share my wife, could stand to let up a few moment for me to restuff this cunt when I get home." You moaned when one of his hands slid down your ass and back between your thighs, a days worth of Simon soaking your underwear waiting to drip down. "What do you say darling?"

"Yes, please I want you love." Kissing his lips and neck, you tugged his shirt up from the waist band of his cargo pants, "Fill me up." John let you remove his shirt and undo his belt and pants, your hand wrapping around his shaft pulling him out and jerking him up stiff.

Sliding your underwear to the side John guided your hips down onto him, groaning feeling Simon's cum help ease his cock into you, sliding forward a bit John started moving your hips against him. Bouncing with John's movements the squelching of Simon's cum coating your inner thighs and all of John's pelvic and thighs, whining as you pulled your tank top off you arched into John's mouth as he suckled on your nipple, feeling your walls flutter around him John started rubbing a thumb into your clit in rhythm with his thrust making you dizzy.

Simon felt hot, eyes watching as John's cock bullied up into you, making his cum cover the both of them, knowing that his cum was on his captain made Simon's cock twitch. Gripping himself through his jeans he rubbed himself through the thick material looking up to your face, eyes rolled in bliss, mouth agape, small huffs of breath leaving your lips. He had been working you up to that all day, loving how lost you get when cumming, his pride swelling each and every time you begged him for more. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat when you came around John, the force of your walls clenching around him making him quickly cum with you.

He seen how the two of you silently looked at one another before you both smiled at the same time and you slowly eased off of John, grabbing the collar of Simon's shirt and pulled him to you across John and started kissing him. Consumed into the kiss he didn't see as you jerked John, sliding your other hand up to the back of Simon's neck you guided him down still kissing him, pulling back you leaned down kissing and licking the tip of John's dick, dragging your tongue down the shaft before feeling Simon jerk his head freezing as you were bringing him down. "Be a good boy Si." Massaging his neck you gently guided him down watching as Simon slowly and hesitantly stuck his tongue out barely touching the tip of John's dick. Making your way back up and with Simon's tongue the both of you swirled your tongues around John's tip. After feeling Simon now easing more of John into his mouth on his own you suckled and fondled John's balls.

John groaned watching the both of you going down on him, smirking as you helped ease Simon into it, and huffing when Simon wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. You slowly pushed on his neck making him take a little more of John, you sat up and still holding Simon's neck you leaned into John's chest kissing him. "Isn't he doing such a good job hun?"

"Aye, right, good job lieutenant, urgh, you could take more, go on."

Simon never knew that getting this kind of attention from John would ever rile him up as much as it was, feeling his captain's cock twitching in his mouth, your hand sliding up into his hair Simon couldn't hold back the moan ripping through his throat vibrating around John also making him moan. Pushing little more before John rested his hand over yours he pushed quickly up and holding for a moment while Simon coughed surprised.

Getting off the couch you removed your hand and to Simon's surprise you rested on your knees between his legs trying to help him move his hips so you could undo his pants and tug them down slightly freeing his aching cock, when you started kitten licking his dick his mind fogged up with the sensation of getting his dick licked and sucked while simultaneously having one shoved in his own mouth. As Simon realized you were following his pace that he set to get John off he grew anxious and close, wanting you to go deeper and faster he took a breath through his nose closing his eyes and did his best to go at the pace he wanted you to go. Following his lead you looked up at John trying to focus but smiling as John grinned tightening his grip on Simon's head halting his movements, making Simon whine and thrust up into your mouth when you also stopped. Reaching his hand down to your hair and trying to guide you to continue bobbing your head only for John to reach over, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. "No, no, no. You'll take what you give lieutenant." Huffing and whimpering with his mouth full, John chuckled holding Simon's head still before setting the pace himself and thrusting up himself, Simon trying not to cough or gag the deeper John worked himself into his throat. "Good, like that lieutenant, quick learner aren't you. Knew you would make me proud."

Simon grunted as his cock started twitching in your throat, groaning trying to bob along John faster before you pulled back and pulled Simon off of John, both huffing looking to you, eyes dazed. "You're so close, I know baby, but you can't cum till John does." Simon groaned, opening his mouth to say something but you stopped him, wiping you thumb on his bottom lip, collecting his drool and all the fluids from when you rode John. "Not. Till. John. Cums." Smiling, you kissed him quick before letting him get back onto John, John mean while rolling his head back moaning when Simon continued. You got back down and took him back in your mouth moaning when John was working his hips up meeting Simon's mouth all while Simon pushed down a few times holding getting used to his girth, getting riled up even more as John continued to say HIS name and praise him.

Hearing John moaning Simon's name you clenched your thighs feeling Simon close again, as you stilled, holding his waist pulling back when he would try to thrust up. You heard Simon whining around John, chuckling around him when he gripped the base of John and was now more determined to get John to cum. John groaned, grabbing Simon's head and started working himself now close, "Don't tease him anymore darling, shit. Close, let him cum."

Moaning you started following John's thrusts while going down, feeling Simon now thrust also both grunting, Simon whimpered around John as the both of them came. Trying to swallow John's cum Simon coughed and grunted as John finished before letting go, letting him sit up gasping, John's cum going down his chin. You sat up smirking, swallowing all of Simon's cum, his cock having a glisten from your saliva.

Looking at John's messy cock you giggled, crawling up onto Simon's lap, using the tip of your tongue to collect John's cum and kissing Simon. "Poor baby, couldn't take all of it? Don't worry, you will. Practice makes perfect huh?" As Simon slowly nodded his head, you kissed all around his face using your thumbs to clean around his mouth. Using the space between the two you got down and took John into your mouth, cucking him in and using your tongue to clean him. Sitting up you hummed as John pinched your chin tilting your head back kissing you sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Pulling your leg over his leg John smiled when Simon followed his lead. Both their hands squeezing and massaging down to your filled cunt. Biting your lip you scooted your hips trying to get more comfortable when their fingers started working together, dipping their fingers into you, their other hands pulling your folds open more. Rolling your eyes back you moaned cupping your breasts, arching your back. "Did such a good job baby, just relax."

Huffing resting your head on Simon's arm you started jerking when both of them found your sweet spot, both working in tandem at the spot as you started gushing around them, the couch slowly getting ruined as when you moved to squeeze your legs they held you tightly. "Shit, there." Looking down you started panting as you tensed, cumming around their fingers, whimpering as their fingers started thrusting into you drawing your orgasm out a little longer. Slouching back into the cushions you groaned when they slide their fingers out and sucked their fingers clean. Looking up into the kitchen you laughed to yourself, "Anyone hungry for real food, dinner is done."

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FIVE

Smut and story time <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / masturbation / jealous Ken / Ken goes for an outing / social alcohol consumption / cuddles and fluff but also smut of course / fingering / oral / p! In v! / possessive Ken / hurt / comfort / rough sex / exhaustion

Today was a day you hadn’t really considered happening, mostly because it wasn’t something you had considered before: Ken didn’t know he could masturbate.

He had followed you into the shower, as you were getting ready for a girls night with some of your classmates, and as usual he decided now was the perfect time to fuck you.

“Ken,” you breathed, the hot water pouring down your chest as Ken pressed your back into his front, kissing and nipping your neck, making you shudder. “You know I love this but I have to focus -“

His little pout-y moan cut you off, something he had learned turned you on and made it harder for you to deny his advances.

“Ken, my love, just masturbate. You’ll survive.”

He paused. “What’s ‘just masturbate?’”

oh.

“You touch yourself, Ken.”

You turned because you were curious to see his face processing this.

“But…why? You’re here.” He grinned, pleased with his deflection, and you giggled as he went back to attacking your neck.

“Because I think it’ll help when I can’t be present every time you’re horny.”

“I”m always horny with you around,” he growled.

“Yes, I’ve come to realize that.” You reached behind you and took his member in your hand and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you, holding you to him, getting lost in you and your touch.

“Touch yourself the way that I touch you.” You turned around in his arms to face him, pumping him softly. He leaned his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hand around his cock.

“Ken,” you said, and he opened his eyes. You took one of his hands that had been wrapped around you and closed it around his cock instead.

“Now, touch yourself.” You placed your hand over his and encouraged him to move, and despite every single sexual thing the two of you had done together, this surprisingly turned you on. You watched as he seemed almost fascinated with the idea that he could pleasure himself and that he had never considered it before .

“That’s it,” you encouraged as his thumb neared his tip, and you circled it with your own before taking your hand away so he could do it himself. He gasped a little, playing with how hard squeezed and how fast he moved, and he groaned loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The point of showing him how to handle his own horniness was not helping you get dressed any quicker, however, because he held onto your lower back with his free hand and pushed you back into the shower wall, leaning into you as he explored himself.

“Ken, sweet boy, the point in showing you this is so that I can get ready.”

His eyes shot up to you then and he shook his head. “Want you here,” he breathed, his hand around your back tightening a little in response to a shock of pleasure he felt when he squeezed himself a certain way. “Everything’s always better when you’re here.”

You relented, enjoying the show of the way his body jerked and spasmed, watching the way he discovered he liked touching himself, and you made mental notes so you could touch him similarly later on. His abs flexed the way they always did right before he would climax, and you leaned up to kiss him through his release when you felt both of his hands surround you and get lost in your lips.

You pulled back. “You didn’t finish.”

”Don’t wanna.” He pressed you into the shower wall. “You’ll leave once I cum.”

“Ken -“

“Mmm-mm.” His refusal didn’t surprise you but you had been looking forward to girl’s night for awhile now, and you firmly told him you wanted to get ready.

You had prepared yourself for his pout face so it had the most minimal effect on you that it could, but him pushing his cock in-between your folds told another story.

You internally rolled you eyes, knowing you had to get him off before you could leave, and you lowered yourself down onto your knees and took him into your mouth, sucking hard.

He hadn’t expected this and he gasped loudly, one hand leaning against the shower and the other gripping your hair. Usually he enjoyed you taking control when you blew him, but today he held your head still as he fucked gently into your mouth, reveling in watching you moan against his cock. He wanted to thrust fast and hard but couldn’t conceive of hurting you and forced himself to make his movements slow, your lips red and wet from sucking him, and the sight of you made him orgasm almost immediately.

You stood when he was done, and he took your lips into his and tenderly held you.

“Love you,” he murmured.

“And I you. I have to get out now.”

Ken sighed but released you, and you kissed the tip of his nose as you dried yourself off and finished getting ready.

He sulked around, getting dressed himself, wanting to make you laugh and keep you from getting dressed but knowing you wouldn’t actually enjoy it right now.

Your girlfriends showed up right on time, knocking on the front door, a loud mixture of hello’s and complimenting outfits and it’s-been-too-longs and hugs as everyone came inside and you offered drinks before planning to head out.

Ken stood to himself in the corner, leaning against a doorframe, and both of you friends eyed him, Zoey nodding in his direction.

“You gonna finally introduce me?” She smirked, and your other friend, Amber, shot up an eyebrow at you.

“Damn, y/n, I didn’t know you had secured such a hunk.”

Ken perked up a little, and you encouraged him to come over with a twerk of your head. He smiled widely as he came to stand beside you and your friends fawned over him.

“Girl, you win.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“You’ll have to tell me *everything.*”

“Where’d you find him??”

“I legit would never leave my house if he was in it.”

“I try to make her not leave as much as possible.” Ken’s statement broke through the girls’ tirade, simple as if stating a fact, and they both laughed, immensely entertained.

“Yes, I’ve been working on that,” you said, trying to sound playful.

“Blondie causing you trouble?” Zoey quipped.

“Always,” you replied.

“Y/n, you’re bringing him with us.” Amber said, and it was not a request.

Your eyes widened a bit, not necessarily *against* brining him, but also….Ken at a bar with your friends? I mean, it could be fun…

“No argument. You’re coming.” Amber linked her arm in Ken’s much to his confusion, and pulled him towards the door. “Come on,” she told you and Zoey. “I’m desperate for a drink.”

Ken looked at you, basically asking for permission, and your friends lost it.

“Holy shit, y/n, you have him wrapped around your finger tight.”

Ken wasn’t sure what that meant, but you smiled and nodded at him that he could come, and he smiled back, Amber successfully getting him through the door as you all left.

The bar was only a few blocks away and you all sat down at a tall four-top table. As you ordered your drinks, you realized you had zero idea if Ken had ever even had alcohol.

“I have,” he said proudly. “I’ve had beer.”

“I can’t with you,” Amber grinned at him. “You are something else. I’m obsessed.”

The three of you took turns explaining to Ken how you had known each other since high school, how excited you and Zoey had been to get accepted into the same college, plans for the future -

“So what do you do, Ken?”

“I’m y/n’s boyfriend.”

Oh god, this was a bad idea to bring him. You already felt your face flushing a little, having no idea what all he was about to say but knew it would be something to take you off your guard.

“That’s your profession?” Zoey teased.

Ken nodded, and the girls laughed again.

“Jesus, y/n, you’ve kinda got it made. He’s just a live-in sex doll?”

Ken looked confused again. “I was a doll, but I’m not anymore.”

You shook your head at him.

“What, were you like a stripper or something? Because *that* would be so hot.” Amber set her chin in her hand. “I would pay a lotta money to see that.”

“Tell me how you met y/n,” Zoey started. “Was it something dirty like you went on a double date with other people then ended the night sleeping with each other?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone but y/n.”

“Ken, no, no no no,” you whispered, but it was too late. Your friends were overjoyed with this information.

“Wait WHAT.”

“HOW?”

“Are you like, bad at it?”

“No, she likes it a lot,” Ken grinned, and you buried your face in your hands. You weren’t that embarrassed, you have known these girls for ages and you all knew literally everything about each other, but it didn’t make this conversation any less cringe.

“I BET she does.” Amber took a long sip of her drink. “If you ever wanna lend him out, y/n, I call dibs.”

Ken cocked his head at that statement, and then Zoey got tickled.

“Talking about virginity, remember how I accidentally stumbled in on you when you lost yours?”

You still hid your face behind your hands but smiled and laughed along with them, then folded your arms on the table and set your forehead against them.

“That was *hilarious.*” You said once you raised your head. You got caught up in the moment with your friends, not noticing how Ken was looking back a forth between you and Zoey, and Zoey continued.

“Oh my god, Ken, I have to tell you. So our first college semester, we shared a dorm, right? And I had told y/n I would be gone for the weekend, camping trip with some buds. Turns out it started storming, and so we called it quits. I didn’t let her know I was coming back, like, why would I? And I stumble into the dorm, like, soaking wet, right? And she’s being fucked by this dude who clearly actually had no idea what he’s doing because his hips are like, stuttering, and y/n is laying there with a dumbfounded look on her face. The guy - what was his name? I think he was studying jazz or some shit - he turns and falls off the bed in the most ungraceful way, and y/n and I are *dying* laughing.”

Ken’s face had changed from curious to slowly becoming almost expressionless, but you saw in your peripheral how his eyes hardened, but remaining politely quiet as Zoey finished the story.

“I was like, oh dude, sorry, don’t mind me, and I grabbed some dry clothes and got out fast to go shower.”

“I was honestly sooo thankful you showed up,” you replied, trying to lighten Ken’s mood, but it didn’t work.

“She literally couldn’t stop laughing and *thanked* me when I came back. She was like, ‘oh my god, I thought that would never end.’”

Ken’s hand settled on your leg, firm but not necessarily squeezing, and his body posture remained rigid, but he nodded once Zoey finished her story.

Amber, always intuitive, picked up on Ken’s discomfort. “Dude, relax. Don’t be jealous of a skimpy white kid from a year ago that barely knew what a vagina was.”

“Now Dave, that was a guy you’d need to be jealous of,” Zoey quipped

You kicked her under the table and cursed at her under your breath. You honestly were impressed by Ken’s current ability to maintain calm, because you knew he was *not* happy on the inside.

“That was ages ago -“

“It was my fault. He was in my study group first year of college and I might have told him about y/n’s virginity experience and he took it on himself to remedy that incident.”

“For weeekkss,” Amber groaned. “We all went on a trio couples trip and it was awful. Those two never slept, I swear. SO loud.”

You looked at Ken and smiled, squeezing his hand still on your leg, trying to calm the storm. “You know I like you best, right?”

He glanced at you, and you traced your fingers over his hand. “You’re my favorite.”

He smiled a little at that, and you kissed his shoulder before standing up. “I’m getting us another round at the bar, the waiter is taking too long. Who wants seconds?”

Your friends told you what they wanted and you walked to the bar, Ken watching you like a hawk as you leaned against it, the bartender preparing your order. He was mesmerized by how good you looked, the way your jeans hugged you ass and hips, the way your waits curved down into the waistband -

“Ken, tell me about yourself,” Zoey said.

“I, uh well I -“ Ken’s thoughts were difficult to manage as he watched a broad man walk up to the bar where you stood, leaning against it to copy you, and standing ridiculously too close when the bar had plenty of room for him to stand farther away.

Zoey and Amber saw how distracted he was and turned to meet where he was looking, and Zoey rolled her eyes.

“Ignore it,” she said. “Y/n is legit obsessed with you. She doesn’t keep people around unless she is.”

“It’s not *her* I’m worried about,” Ken said, and Amber nodded.

“Fair enough,” she agreed, stirring the last bit of her drink before downing it.

The man leaned closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours, and Ken watched as you looked up at him before stepping aside to create distance between the two of you. The man clearly wasn’t in the mood to be easily turned down and he moved closer again, saying something to you with a smirk. Ken couldn’t make out what he said, he just knew that he hated it.

You shook your head at him, noticeably irritated by the way your shoulders tightened, and you called to the bartender, asking when your drinks would be ready.

The man reached his hand down and squeezed you ass, but before you could turn to yell at him, Ken’s hand was on his wrist, squeezing hard, and his gaze looked like it could kill.

The man jumped, glaring at Ken.

“Hey man, I was here first,” he said, trying to pull his hand away, but Ken kept a firm grip, and the man looked startled. “Hey, let me go. It’s all in good fun.”

“You are not allowed to have fun with her.” You had never seen Ken sneer, but he was damn close to it right now.

“Goddamn, man, okay! Just let me go, I’ll leave her alone.”

Ken’s eyes bore daggers at the man as he released his grip, and the guy raised his hands in an exaggerated surrender as he backed away.

“Don’t let your girl outta sight if you don’t wanna share,” he tossed back a final dig then turned and walked away quickly to join his buddies on the other side of the bar, you grasping Ken’s arm tightly to keep him from going after him.

“Ken, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.”

“I mean, yeah, it isn’t okay, but it’s not worth getting into a fight over.”

Ken kept his eyes on the guy as if waiting for him to make another move.

“Ken,” you soothed, petting his arm, “it’s alright. Let’s go back to the table.”

“You can go back. I’ll wait for your drinks.”

You nodded then and went back to join your friends who had enjoyed the entire incident that had played out.

“Jesus, y/n, you never have to worry about anyone fucking with you again,” Amber sighed. “Lucky fucking duck.”

“So are you two, like, serious?” Zoey asked, leaning forward and lowering her voice so the conversation remained between the three of you.

“I…guess so?” You paused. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“I mean, he’s living with you, he apparently sees you as his one and only. You haven’t talked about it?”

You shook your head, quiet. “I guess I have thought about what the future could hold, what the two of us mean together, but…I haven’t thought about it very deeply. I guess I’m just kind of enjoying it all right now.”

Amber nodded. “You fucking deserve it after the-dick-who-shall-not-be-named-ever-unless-it’s-to-announce-his-death.”

“Yeah.” Your voice grew soft, your brain filling with memories.

”Oh, nope, we’re not going there now,” Zoey interrupted your thoughts. “Tonight is fun night.”

“Can I just ask one more question? Please tell me he’s fucking huge. I don’t think I can comprehend him any other way. Reality just can’t work like that.” Amber’s voice was loud enough to carry to where Ken could hear her.

He hadn’t really considered *that* before, he hadn’t considered it a thing someone thought about. But his ears stayed sharp to listen to your answer, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and your friends grinned back.

“Niiiicccee,” Amber congratulated.

Ken internally puffed up a little, happy with your answer, and the bartender finally brought him the drinks.

The rest of the evening was uneventful compared to how it had begun, and your friends walked back to your condo with you since it was on the way to where Zoey had parked her car. Hugs and well-wishes were shared, and Amber winked at Ken before she and Zoey two of them headed off for the night.

You unlocked the front door and Ken basically pulled you inside, slamming it behind you, pressing you up against it.

Oh, god.

“Ken….”

He was angry, and it really took you by surprise. He didn’t say anything for awhile but he didn’t need to, his body and face saying all they needed to. He boxed you in with his hands against the door by your head but not touching you, just staring down at the ground, his chest puffed out, his shoulders tense, working to control his breathing. You swore if he looked at you right now his eyes would be more fire than blue.

“Ken?” You said softly after awhile, reaching up to touch his face the way he liked. He made a tiny little throaty groan at the soft contact but still didn’t move.

“Baby?” You whispered. “Are you…alright?”

Finally he gaze focused on you, and the anger had faded just enough to where he looked…was it sad? Confused? No…hurt.

“I don’t like other people touching you.” His voice was soft but gruff, like he had to work hard to get the words out.

“I understand. It wasn’t that bad -“

“I don’t like,” He took your waist in his hands now and pressed his hips into yours, his cock already hardening, "That someone touched you like this before me."

You cocked your head softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone. "But you already knew that had happened. You knew I had had sex before you, right?" You realized maybe he didn't actually know, it wasn't like you had talked about it.

He groaned again, working through the emotions raging though him. "I mean, I guess I knew. I hadn't really thought about it. I just hate being hit with the reality of it."

"Ohh." You nodded and remained still in his arms, allowing him time to process what he needed. You placed your hands on his chest and he took a deep breath, he always liked when you touched him there.

"I'm here now, though," you soothed. "With you. That's all that matters, right?"

He gripped your waist tighter, leaning his forehead down onto yours.

"I understand that you're jealous, but there's no need to be. I only want you now, okay? Everything's okay."

"What if you leave me?" His voice was so small, almost sounding like he would cry.

His question left you feeling sick. Your stomach turned and your chest hurt really badly now. You didn't know how to respond, but you needed to say something fast. "I don't plan on that happening."

He looked at you, leaning in for a kiss, but something was holding him back. His heart beat loudly, his eyes still hurt and now looking kind of scared. "You don't get to leave me." His words were a plea, not a demand.

You nodded. "Okay, Ken."

"You promise?"

Fuck, of course this was happening. It's the usual first-love shit: the anxiety and the way you've never felt like this ever in your life and the uncertainty of it all. But you also currently had no plans for your life without him, even if your future goals hadn't been solidified in your mind yet. You weren't sure if you should tell him a sweet lie or…

"I can only promise how I feel right now, and right now I want to be with you. I love you very much, Ken."

His eyes hardened the slightest bit where if you hadn't been staring in them, you would have missed it.

He pushed you into the door, almost as if the pressure would make you suddenly commit. "I asked you to promise."

You felt like you would cry but held your voice firm. "I said what I said -"

His hand flew to the wall, not loudly, but firmly held himself against it as he leaned closer into you, his eyes blazing now. You almost squeaked, suddenly overwhelmed and not sure where this was going.

"I NEED you to promise."

"Ken, I -"

You were cut off, his hand wrapping roughly in your hair, pulling your head back and his lips smashed into you in a heated, angry kiss. You whimpered, not having experienced this emotionally intensive side of him before, but before you could compute anything more he pulled back, his lips still touching yours.

"Y/n."

"Ken."

"Need you."

"Then take me." The words you just spoke washed over you after you had said them, and Ken greedily pulled you into him, shoving his lips into yours again, biting your lower lip hard enough to where you yelped a little from surprise.

"Mine," he growled, and your entire body shivered as he leaned down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and briskly making his way to the bedroom.

"Fucking hell, Ken," you breathed as he tossed you onto the bed. He looked an exact mixture of hurt and angry as hell, and you were trying to process how to calm him down when he walked into the bathroom, removing the mirror from over the sink, and placing it firmly on the small ottoman that sat next to the bed, the mirror at a perfect height for you to see yourself.

He climbed on top of you, hungrily sucking at your neck and newly exposed skin as he began roughly tearing your clothes off as you writhed underneath him, pleading with him to try and breathe.

Finally having removed your clothes, he tore his shirt off and began roaming his hands and lips all over your body again, squeezing and nipping a little more harshly than usual.

"Ken, baby, breathe, please," you encouraged, but began having less and less of a desire to calm him down as your body reacted in the most pleasurable ways to his current consumption of you. You were sure he had marked you at least a dozen times in various places by the time he found his way back to your lips and sucked and licked them until he pulled back, the two of you panting and staring into each other's eyes.

"I'm only your Ken," he said.

"I know."

"And you're my y/n."

"Yes, Ken."

"Promise?" His fingers tangled in your hair again possessively.

"Yes, Ken."

Your tone didn't match the tone he was used to when you said something with certainty, and he fisted into your hair now. You whimpered as he tugged lightly, feeling yourself becoming wet.

"Ken, let's just fuck, okay? I'll make you feel good. Tell me what you want, I'll do it."

"Yes, you will do what I want." His tone sent a shudder from your stomach to your groin, and you tensed.

"Ken -"

He pulled you up quickly, turning you around to face the mirror, forcing you into a sitting position, pressing your back against himself as he hooked his ankles underneath your legs, forcing them open wide and holding them hostage. You gasped and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing you to look at your naked form in the mirror. You closed your eyes, feeling overwhelmed, feeling so incredibly naked and vulnerable. You had seen yourself naked of course but…never like this. Never this…vulgar and -

"Open your eyes." Ken was not asking this time.

Your head leaned back onto his shoulder. "Please don't, Ken -"

"Why?"

"It's so….I haven't seen myself like this before."

"Then it's time that you do, that you get to see everything that I do, especially as I do things to you."

You shook your head. "Not this time, Ken. I'll do anything but this."

The change in Ken's energy and tone shifted so suddenly that it took you off guard. "Please look." He kissed your neck softly, licking around the hickey he had already left there earlier. "I want you to see, please."

"Why?"

"You'll see. Please trust me."

You groaned in frustration, knowing he had won. You opened your eyes and raised your head, taking in the full view of yourself, the way Ken held you and wrapped around you.

You watched as he kissed down your neck, one hand holding you close to him around your waist and his other taking one of your breasts and massaging it gently, taking time to rub and pinch your nipple. You moaned and closed your eye to enjoy the sensation.

"Mmm-mmm," Ken cooed in your ear. "You have to keep watching."

You did as you were told. Ken leaned you back a bit to his side, holding you with his arm wrapped around your waist still and his other hand fisting again in your hair.

"Don't stop watching." He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, and your body jerked a little as you whimpered. You tried to watch as best as you could but between watching Ken pleasure you like you were watching a porno and seeing how his eyes shone back at you in the mirror, you closed your eyes again, and he stopped pleasuring you.

"You're not listening very well tonight," He said, lifting you back up and pressing you into him in the seated position again, never having let your legs move.

"Do you want me to edge you all night?"

Your eyes shot open at this. "Wha, what?"

"For hours." He knew he had your attention but he kept a good poker face. "I won't let you cum for at least two hours. I won't stop pleasuring you, making you almost cum."

"Why?" you moaned, suddenly trying to move but without success.

"Because I need my girl to do as I say." His voice sounded dangerous, lowering down to almost a whisper. "You promised you'd do anything."

You were trapped. "Fine." You relented in a single word.

"Promise?"

"Yes."

He stared at you in the mirror, his arms tightening around you again. "You need to keep this promise."

You gulped. "I will."

"Don't look away again."

You nodded and your hands held onto his arms tightly as he placed soft kisses down your neck again, watching you to make sure you did as you said you would. One hand traveled down your stomach slowly, and you tensed as he used his fingers to open your vulva lips wide.

He moaned breathily into your ear and your body broke out into goosebumps.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he purred, voice sounding drunk just by looking at you. "So, so gorgeous. Already so fucking wet for me."

You moaned and shimmied a bit against him as if trying to push yourself away from the mirror, which of course only pushed you farther into his body as his other hand smoothed over your clit and the visual was personally overwhelming, watching yourself being pleasured.

'Ken -" you gasped, wanting to protest but knowing it was no use, so you used the moment to try and exhale some of the tension inside you.

Ken groaned hearing his name in such a high pitch, and you made the prettiest noise as he easily pushed two fingers into your opening, and if you had the ability to move your hips would have bucked upward.

"That's it, watch the way you react to my touch." He dipped his fingers in again before pulling them out and rubbing your wetness around your opening and up to your clit, circling it again. He moved his fingers down again and thrust them into your opening a little harder, and your head fell back as you moaned, but you kept your promise and kept your eyes open.

"mmmmm," he sounded pleased. "I have such a good girl."

He encouraged you to pull your head up again by nudging the back of it with his shoulder, and as soon as you did he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you cried out as he hit your special spot and focused solely on that, intentionally forcing your pleasure to come faster than usual.

"Do you see yourself?" His voice made you dizzy. "Only my girl would be so good for me. Only my girl would react this way to how I touched her."

"Yes, Ken," you breathed, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening.

"And you're going to watch what I do to do, how good I make you feel, how no one better dare touch you like this again."

"Yes, Ken," you repeated, your orgasm about to take over.

Ken held your chin up as you came, making sure you wouldn't look away as your body jerked and your spasmed around his fingers for what felt like an eternity. He remained quiet through your climax, making sure you could hear how you sounded because of him, and when you were finished and panting, you watched as he pulled his fingers out, wet, and circling your opening, a bright pink.

"Do you see how incredible you are?" he whispered, and you forced yourself to nod.

"Thank you, Ken," you breathed, hoping he would let you go now. The alcohol from earlier had made you sleepy before you got home, and now you were definitely exhausted. You looked up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw. He smiled warmly and kissed your lips, his wet fingers grazing the side of you face.

"You wanna get ready for bed now?"

Ken smiled as if holding back a laugh. "Y/n, I'm nowhere near finished."

Oh, god. "Ken, my love, I'm yours, okay? Everything is fine."

"I don't believe that you truly believe that yet."

"I do," you whimpered as he finally released your legs.

"I just need to make sure of that." He flipped you onto your back now, your profile facing the mirror. He held your legs down onto the bed, open for him once again, and made sure your side view still gave you a full visual of your body.

Watching his tongue trace from your opening up to your clit sent you into shivers, suddenly mesmerized by watching him touch you, your hands going straight for his hair and twisting in it tightly.

Ken moaned his agreement with your grip on him and lowered his lips onto your clit, licking and sucking gently, making sure he wasn't going too rough so it would be easier for you to keep your eyes open. He did have a moment where his chest filled with that deep warmth that happened when he felt the most affectionate towards you, when he could only process how amazing he felt just to be near you and how much he loved you, and he allowed you a moment to just relax into the pleasure of how his mouth made you feel, not chiding you when your eyes closed gently for a moment to bask in how he made you feel.

Your body was angelic to him, your hips bucking the tiniest bit up into his mouth, and he moaned into you, which made you shudder again.

“You’re mine,” he said softly, pausing his actions only for a moment before delving back in, watching your face closely.

You moaned your affirmative, too lost in how he was making you feel to really listen.

His hand reached up and grasped one of your breasts and you smiled a little. “Baby, watch me, please.”

You obeyed, opening your dazed eyes and taking in the sight of his tongue dipping into you while holding your breast, and you felt yourself going dizzy again, but in the most heavenly way.

“No one touches me like you do,” you mumbled between breaths.

“I know,” Ken said, mouth still buried in your folds. He gently pushed three fingers into you and your back arched, Ken pulling his head up to watch you for another moment before pulling his fingers back out.

You reached for his hand and he gave it to you as you sucked on his fingers, and his face had that absolutely obsessive look it got when he became extremely horny. He pulled you into a sitting position in front of you and embraced you, holding you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You hummed and petted him, kissing his hair and enjoying your moment of relaxation before he stated up again - you KNEW he would start up again.

”Are you okay, my Ken?”

He shrugged a little, his body morphing into yours a little more.

“Whatever you’re feeling is normal,” you soothed. He nodded a little, face still in your shoulder. He looked at you, eyes shining, forehead furrowed a little.

“You won’t ever leave me for someone else?” He asked.

UGH. You knew that this was what this entire evening had been about but…

“Ken. I can’t predict what will happen.”

His eyes looked so sad you hated yourself.

“Would it be because you no longer loved me?”

You cupped his face. “I love you now. I don’t plan on that changing.”

He frowned. “What did Dave do that was so special?”

“No, Ken. That doesn’t matter.”

“What did he do?” You couldn’t remember Ken looking so insecure before, and it was honestly surprising you how much he couldn’t let this go.

“Baby, baby,” you pleaded, trying to take control, straddling him on your knees so you were at face-level with him, hands in his hair. “He was nothing. He is nothing to me. I only want you. Please.”

“Did he touch you like I do?” Ken’s hands traveled up and down your back, coming to rest on your ass.

“No one has ever touched me like you do,” you promised, staring at him firmly so there’s no way he couldn’t believe your message.

“No one will ever touch you like I do.”

“I can promise you that is incredibly true.”

“No one else will ever touch you.”

“Okay, Ken.”

“Promise me.”

Fuck it, fine. “I promise.”

His eyebrows raised a little. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“You swear you’ll never let another man touch you the way I do?”

“I said I promise, Ken.”

He set his jaw, still aware of the little bit of flippant tone underneath your words. “You’re going to prove it to me, then.”

“Ken!” You yelped as he picked you up off of him and tossed you back onto the bed, turning you onto your stomach to face the mirror. He grabbed a pillow and propped it underneath your hips so your ass was raised a little higher than the rest of you, and you watched as he took off his belt and jeans quickly, tossing them onto the floor.

His jaw set tightly, he nudged himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your ass.

“Am I big enough for you?”

“Fuck, Ken.”

“Hmmm?” He ground his hips into you harder, his gaze hardening at you in the mirror, and my god you were so ready for him to take you now, him hovering over you and looking ready to consume you. “Answer me.”

“You’re huge, Ken.”

He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look ahead so he could stare at you in the mirror. “Don’t lie to me.”

You felt yourself becoming more wet than before. “Never, Ken.” You made your voice quiver a little, and that seemed to be the thing that sent him over the edge.

He sat up on his knees and pressed your chest into the bed, making your ass stick up higher, then took both of his hands and opened your cheeks, keeping an eye on your face the entire time. You gripped onto the covers, ready for whatever he had planned, and he sunk into you in a single thrust.

You thought you had been ready for him but this new angle hit everything just the tiniest bit different, him settling in a bit deeper than what you were used to, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.

Ken groaned in immense pleasure, not expecting how deep and tight you would be from this angle, and he took a split second to revel in the sensation before pulling out and thrusting back in again.

Your body was already shaking from how intense it was, and you tried your hardest to keep looking at your reflection like he wanted but your head kept drooping, trying to hold onto the covers as Ken plowed into you.

“Look at the way I fuck you,” he commanded, and you forced your head back up to watch as his cock buried itself deeply into you over and over and over again, and you sobbed between the sensation and the visual, trying to retain your sanity.

Ken sped up a little as he leaned himself over you, molding into your body as he snaked an arm underneath to hold you around your waist, his other hand wrapping in your hair to hold your head up, facing the mirror. This made you feel even more turned on and it blew your mind that that was even possible.

Having less ability to pull all the way out from this angle, instead he began rocking his hips into you more instead of his usual thrusts, and it felt like his cock was forcing itself into areas you had never felt before. It was becoming hard to breathe, and you choked out another sob as Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

“So good, Ken.” Your strangled moans made him feel like a god, and at those words he moaned loudly in your ear, losing his agenda to “force” yourself to commit to him forever and instead melting, wanting to just be surrounded by you as much as possible.

He let your hair go, folding his arm underneath your head so your cheek had something to rest on.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He shuddered in your ear in time with his thrusts, his words becoming a dizzying mantra mixed with the way his cock was fucking into you. You felt yourself becoming limp and Ken felt it as your body did so, continuing his thrusts but staying aware of how you were doing so he wouldn’t push it too far.

“Yours,” you barely whispered, in such a daze you felt like you were going to fade any moment.

Ken’s heart swelled and he paused his thrusts, remaining in the same position on you but brushing your hair out of your face that had clung to you because of your sweat.

“Y/n,” he whispered, making sure you were still with him. You made a small whimper and he pulled out of you then and gently turned you onto your back as you moaned, resting his body on top of yours again but cradling your lolling head in his folded arms underneath you, kissing you softly.

“Y/n,” he moaned, gently sucking on your neck and when you murmured a little, he kissed your jaw, watching as your eyes fluttered open.

“My love,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.

“Ken.” His name sounded slurred coming from your lips, and your mangled cry echoed in his ears as he sunk his cock back into you, your hips still propped up on the pillow but hitting you from a new angle now. You inhaled sharply, back arching as much as it could, and your nails scratched into his arms.

“Love you,” Ken whispered, his breath hot in your ear as he picked up the pace again, cradling your head as you moaned and cried out every time he bottomed out, and your legs began to shake almost violently.

“Wrap them around me,” Ken told you, and you somehow managed to do as he said, your ankles fastening themselves around his waist.

“Hold on, I’ve got you.”

His thrusts slowed but became harder, your bodies jerking together, and the way you gripped and spasmed around him, he knew you were close to your release.

Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder to manage himself from not cumming first, and he took one of his arms from underneath your head to reach between your bodies and circle your clit with his finger.

“I’ll never let you leave me,” he choked out into your ear as you came screaming his name, clenching all around him and trembling as he immediately followed, crying out in your ear in the most intense pleasure he could remember feeling.

You both lay wrapped around each other, sweaty and trembling, and Ken mustered the energy to kiss you, then slowly began unwinding his body from yours and picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He had a hot shower going in no time and snuggled you into him as you both sat on the tile floor.

His nose nuzzled into your ear as your body warmed up, your head leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him.

“Kiss me,” you said, and Ken’s eyes melted as he buried his lips into yours.

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