#u got a great oc i love him!

[keii]

My friend and I was talking about my old tumblr asks that I received about my ocs and how a number of them were so nsfw and we laughed sm about it and talked about how fun it was. Like where else to get that besides here on tumblr where people just indulge anonymously without the worry of what they’re saying? LOL Having people interact with my ocs was enjoyable in itself because I mean… first of all… people actually liked the characters I created??? Second of all, ocs will always be my obsession so having an excuse to draw and talk about them was fun. God, I mean ever since I finally got my computer set up, I’m actually drawing so much more consistently now that I have my OWN space. It feels great. The absolute bliss I feel just sitting in my room, not having to wear headphones as I draw??? Esp now that I reformatted my computer so I can actually draw on there without it crashing bc it kept saying I had such little disk space when that wasn’t the case. Last week I was at my desk with freshly made coffee, music playing from my speakers as I was drawing and I stopped to look around and thought, “I don’t have to dream anymore about wanting my own room. I have it.” The motivation to draw again came back as soon as I have my own privacy and I’m no longer on anyone else’s schedule besides my own. The discomfort I felt living in someone else’s house is gone. Of course having my own place comes with a whole new set of responsibilities, but that’s what I want! I want to feel like I’m an adult living with my husband LOL. I don’t wanna feel like someone’s child living in their house and their rules??? Hun’s younger sister is here to visit and says that there’s so many great places here that she wished there was back on the east coast. Anyway, I love drawing ocs, I feel like I should indulge in them more and share bits and pieces again and answer asks again.

#idk how we got to that topic I think it’s bc we were talking about old ffxiv art I’ve done of our ocs LMAOO #tbh out of my ocs I’ve been drawing Uriel bc he’s so scummy I love him #and then there are mini comic strips I want to draw of JoRo since it’s so much easier to pick a scene and draw something #since they’re SO fleshed out #ocs are great #anyway thank u to sushi for convincing me to move out here #I wake up and I tell hun ‘woah we live in Vegas’ LOOL #x

[harleehazbinfics]

ermm ermmm ,,,,, , cannibal!reader has like a sad past right (i saw u mention they were abused hence the obsession w approval) ,, well okay what if the hotel residents found out? like ... idk one of reader’s parents shows up at the hotel ... idk , honestly i just really love how you write cannibal reader theyre wildly silly

Crazy for you!

--- cannibal chef m.list

a/n: AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCHHH they/she is indeed very silly, i most of my inspo from myself and other fans of alastor and their reactions lmao. ive been stuck on one fanfic for days i gave up today and words just flowed for cannibal chef reader, i can't--. also plsplspls if you find any of this triggering pls turn back, i want all of you to be in a safe space.

warnings: abusive mother, shaming choice of clothing, weight shaming, typical asian behavior of 'be a doctor or lawyer' but rudeness level maxed out, being called ungrateful, useless etcetc DISCLAIMER: Any scenarios are entirely fictional and have no direct relation to any person and taken from behaviours I see, read or hear from. Thank you. word count: 1292

You, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, Angel and Sir Pentious got together and were enjoying a lazy weekend just lounging around the parlor just enjoying each other's company and talking amongst each other. The lot of them fitting on the couch and the floor. You stood beside Alastor sitting on a chair by himself drinking his coffee indulging himself in a casual conversation.

You all turn your heads when the door opens expecting to see Vaggie and Charlie, preparing to greet them and get them to join you all. However, they stop in themselves from doing so when they see the both of them touring a person in.

Your constant smile drops at the sight of her. You immediately recognize the face and voice making you slowly and quietly hid behind the chair Alastor making yourself small as to not catch their attention. Alastor, of course, notices this action and raises his eyebrow.

"And this is Angel and Sir Pentious our other guest, Niffty our cleaning maid and Husk our bartender. Alastor here is the host of the hotel, he's the who supported all our endeavors!" Charlie states.

"Oh! Isn't that the Radio Demon? Dear it is him! I'm a big fan of yours," your mother mooches at Alastor earning a displeased static sound from him when she abruptly shook his hand without his permission.

"Alastor, where's (y/n)? Aren't they always with you?" Charlie asks making you cringe as you cautiously walk towards them.

"(Y/n)? Is that you?" your mother asks in disbelief before enveloping you in a hug, which made you sick to your stomach. "Oh gosh! It's been years! Look at you! You look so skanky with that clothing. You also look like you've gained weight. I told you not to go to culinary school and be a doctor or lawyer instead. You look so fat now, probably from all that meat you're eating. You should've gone vegan look how your Aunt Karen slimmed down, she's been going around and teaching, crazy bitch. Anyway, take my luggage to my room, I need to talk to everyone here. Good? Great."

You tried to get a word in with dejected eyes but lose your voice when she gives you harsh glare. You sigh and take her bags and answered, "Yes mother."

Without you noticing, all the others went deathly silent as they watch you look so sad. Your almost permanent smile disappeared from your face making them surprised and worried. You always smiled around them, mimicking Alastor's grin that was plastered on your face. Sure, they've seen you drop the smile when you were separated with Alastor before but eventually you opened up to them and was seen constantly socializing and smiling around them making them feel relieved being the youngest of all of them, but they never seen you look so sad before. Coupled with the backhanded comments made by your mother, they couldn't help but feel hostile.

Indeed, you were crazy and a bit of a monster, but you were the sweetest most thoughtful thing that ever happened to them. Any occasion was prepared by you ranging from the Hotel's Anniversary, Birthdays and even as miniscule as just a mission accomplished on their rehabilitation program. This encouraged everyone to do better with how much faith you put in them. (That and your cooking is so out of this world that even Angel would dial his drug intake from a 15 to a 13 for a treat.)

So, when your sweet and genuine smile faded, they glared at the perpetrator that made you react so drastically. However, in respect for Charlie they held their tongue first.

"Sooo, what's your relationship with (y/n)?" Charlie asks trying to be polite despite the tense atmosphere.

"Oh, her? She's my daughter. Ungrateful little wench, I took care of her her whole life and the thanks I get is her running away home. Next thing I know she's in a boarding school for taking culinary classes. Where'd that bitch even get that money, she should've paid everything he owed to us first! Her parents! Say, can you make me a drink Whiskers? Just thinking of that bitch makes my head hurt. Make it snappy," she orders around slumping onto a vacant seat making herself very at home.

"Don't call me Whiskers, only my friends get to call me that. And I ain't taking shit from you," Husker replies turning his back at her.

She gasps dramatically and yells, "You call this hospitality?!"

She stands up trying to reach Husk, Angel stands in between them along with Pentious and Niffty before a black tendril shoots out from the ground wrapping around her.

"This is where I draw the line," Vaggie growls pointing her spear at your mother.

"What? You actually like that girl? Pft, what the fuck's that all about. She's ungrateful and good for nothing. You actually like someone as useless as her?" your mother laughs at the protective group, her eyes widen as she sees Charlie change into her demon form.

Alastor gently pushes her behind him stopping her in her tracks. He says, "I'll handle this. This obviously concerns my closest companion so this will fall into my hands."

Your mother scrutinizes him finding his tone and gesture quite odd then her eyes lighten up in recognition. She laughs at him and yells, "You can't be serious! You like that--"

She gets cut off as the tendril wraps around her mouth and drags you in his shadow, ceasing her muffled screams. As soon as she disappears, you come down finding all of them but your mom.

"Where's my mom?"

"Sheeee changed her mind! Yeah! She told us that she had something to do," Charlie lies between her teeth with an anxious look in her eyes making Vaggie elbow her despite her doing the same.

"Oh, I see," you say still not smiling, "Will she come back? Her things are still here."

"Nah. She ain't comin' back, sweet cheeks. She's got better shit to do apparently and wanted us to drop off her stuff on an address," Angel casually lies beckoning her to sit with them petting your head after.

Husk nudges Pentious making him confused for a while before getting the message, answering, " Y-yes! I will do it right now. Eggbois! Take the woman's things outside the hotel!"

While the little eggs tottered to do their master's bidding your eyes slowly light up but not fully their yet.

"Look kid, we won't prod into your business but know if you ever need someone to talk to, you've got a bartender right here," Husk jokes with a grin holding onto his suspenders in a pose making you slightly giggle.

"Hey, hey you got us too!" Angel, Charlie, Niffty and Pentious (that got back from telling them to throw the old bat's shit into the garbage) joined in earning a smile from Vaggie and Alastor.

After you felt better, you called in for the day and left to your rooms. After escorting Alastor to his room he snags you inside then comes in close before petting your head tenderly.

You look at him surprised, although without your normal heart eyes that you give him, confused at his actions.

He brushes his fingers against your cheek electrifying you and states, "Whenever you get into trouble, tell me. I'll handle it myself, after all you are mine."

Your eyes shape into hearts, legs turning into jelly, heart beating faster and faster by the millisecond, trying to comprehend the weight of his words and engraving them into your brain.

"Understood?" he asks pleased with your reaction.

"Yes, Sir~" you breathed out finding yourself flushed red, breath hot and heavily.

"Good," he smiles devilishly.

(I'll leave the ending as ambiguous 😌)

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[derlost]

Don’t mind me, just thinking about bunny boys…

ABOUT: Wouldn’t it be so great to own a sweet little bunny boyfriend? WARNINGS: Proofread, nsfw (below cut), mentions of crying, mostly fluff & vanilla, male reader

🎀🧸🍰🤍

Thinking about cute little bunny boys. Absolute innocent sweethearts that would curl up in your lap and beg you to cuddle them, tearing up in delight as you coo into their plush ears, reassuring them that they are your favorite.

🎀☁️Cute bunny boys who smell like roses and taste like cotton candy, who enjoy warm baths with you, because it just makes them feel at home. You would ask him to fill up the tub and he’d most certainly oblige, even taking the extra step to light candles and put bubble bath in. When you wash his perky rabbit ears, he’ll giggle in delight as you itch his favorite spot. He’ll sigh happily as he lays between your legs, smiling innocently.

🎀☁️ Cute bunny boys who take care of you, cooking and cleaning, being absolutely perfect in order to please you. After a long day, you would return to an orderly home with floors so clean that they shine, and music coming from the kitchen. There stands your adorable little bunny, dressed in a soft pink apron, cooking you dinner. A giggle would escape his lips as he sets down his wooden spoon and wraps you in a hug, whispering “I missed you” into your ear.

🖇️🖤 Naughty little bunny boys who act so innocent in front of you when in reality, their minds wander to the darkest of places. If you can’t bathe with him, it’s not a problem- he’ll secretly lube himself up after his bath before climbing into bed, hiding himself under layers of blankets as he waits for you to find him.

🖇️🖤 Naughty bunny boys who cry when you tease them, acting as if they weren’t the one that got you riled up. He’ll cry and plead for you to stuff him full, crystalline tears wetting his pretty face as he clings to your shirt and whimpers for you. His ears will go flat against his head, and he’ll beg and beg until he goes dumb and loses his voice.

🖇️🖤 Naughty bunny boys who beg for you, only to cry when you finally fill them up. Pretty tears drip from his lashline and drool escapes the corner of his lips as you pound into him, kissing all along his neck, leaving him breathless. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” you find yourself saying, tightening your grip on his waist. But your precious bunny can only nod and let out a muffled ‘uh-huh’, too spent to even listen.

🖇️🖤 Naughty bunny boys who cherish your seed so, treating it as if it were liquid gold. To him at least, it really was- and even when he knows that he can’t get pregnant, his desire clouds his senses, and all he can focus on is you breeding him. After you spill your seed into him, he begs for you to stay inside- to keep it all plugged into him. When you do have to pull out however, he’ll absolutely insist that you use a pretty pink glass butt plug on him- he just can’t stand to be apart from your seed!

🧸🩷 Loving bunny boys who snuggle up in your arms after you’re both spent and tired, cuddling you to sleep. He would rest his pretty head on your chest, and would stay comfortably tucked to your side for the entire night. If you move, that’s fine- because he’ll move too. He loves nothing more than feeling you in his arms- and being your cherished one. You’re the only one he loves, and you make him so very happy…

🍰🤍 Author’s note: Hello everyone! So I know this is kind of unexpected, but lately i’ve been suuuuper fixated on bunny boys- i’m even thinking of making an oc and posting stories about him on tumblr! I’ve been active a lot more (can u tell? ;)) and i’ve also had a lot more free time on my hands, so requests are open! Per usual please like, comment, and repost if you enjoyed. Feedback is super appreciated, because as a small author, it lets me know that people see and like my work! In any case, thank you for reading!

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 1

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SEPTEMBER 4th 2020

Airielle Jones smiled to herself as she looked around the backstage area. After working her ass off for two years down at NXT she was finally getting an opportunity to showcase her talents on the main roster. 

“Airielle?” She looked over when she heard her name being called. “I’m Kayla. Nice to meet you.” Kayla said, shaking Airielle’s hand. 

“Nice to meet you too.” 

“So Paul said you can shadow me for the day and tomorrow you’ll do Talking Smack with me.” Airielle didn’t think it was possible for her smile to get any bigger. 

“Oh wow. Hopefully I won’t be in your way.” She said and Kayla waved her off. 

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, follow me.” Kayla had Airielle follow her around backstage, introducing her to passing superstars and upper management that Airielle had yet to meet. 

“So I have a segment to film with Sheamus and then one with Jey Uso at the end of the night. Have you met either of them yet?”Kayla said as A.J Styles just walked away from them and  Airelle shook her head. 

“No, I've met his twin though. I’m good friends with his wife.” 

“Oh. You know Trin?” Airielle nodded. “How?” 

“We go to the same hair salon in Pensacola.” 

“Oh wow, Small world.” Kayla said and beckoned Airielle to follow her. 

Airielle watched in awe as Kayla recorded her segment with Sheamus. She couldn’t wait until she was able to do what she loved. 

“Hey kid.” She smiled at Hunter when he walked over to her. 

“Hi. Mr Levesque.” She said, shaking his hand in greeting. 

“Please call me Paul. How you like the main roster?” He gestured around and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle. 

“It’s awesome. Gonna take some getting used to thought.” She said and he laughed, giving her a pat on the back. 

“You’re gonna do great, kid.” He said giving her one last smile before walking away. 

Kayla led Airielle around backstage showing her around the Amway Center when they bumped into Jey Uso. 

“Oh, hey Jey,. This is Airielle, Airielle this is Jey.” Kayla said and Airielle held her hand out. 

“Nice to meet you Jey.” She said, smiling at him. Josh was hooked, instantly. The second she smiled at him he was a goner. He realized he must’ve been staring at her because she slowly put her hand down, arched an eyebrow at him and turned her head to look at Kayla. 

“Shit, I zoned out. My bad.” He said, clearing his throat and giving them an awkward laugh “I’m Josh.” He said and she laughed. 

“Nice to meet you.” She said again waving bye and she and Kayla started to walk away from him. Josh groaned to himself as he watched her walk away. She was definitely gonna be trouble. 

Airielle and Kayla were sitting in The Gorilla position, watching the main event of the show when Paul walked over to them. 

“Hey kid, you got the post match.” He said to Airielle and her eyes widened. Paul laughed at the look on her face. “You don’t mind right?” He asked Kayla and she shook her head no. 

“Absolutely not. I’ll help her get ready.” She said and Paul nodded. 

“Good Luck,” he said giving her a thumbs up  before walking off. 

It was almost time for Airielle to go out and do the post match interview. There weren’t any fans but she was still nervous. 

Kayla sensed her nervousness and grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze. “Girl, you got this, don't worry.” Airielle nodded and followed a stage hand to the side entrance of the ramp. Airielle watched as Jey- Josh hit the uso splash and pinned Matt Riddle for the 3-count.  She and Josh made eye contact as she made her way into the ring. 

“Congratulations Jey.” She said smiling. “You have earned your opportunity for the universal championship against your cousin Roman Reigns, at Clash of Champions. How important was this victory for you?” She held the microphone close to him so he could answer. 

Josh looked at her and his mind went blank. He blinked trying to refocus himself. He said the only thing that came to mind.  “Yes, sir!” He yelled out twice. “Hey big dog! I made the family proud, too. But guess what, Roman Reigns its locked down! Welcome…. You know the rest.” He said winking at her as his theme music played. 

“You did good.” Kayla said, hugging her. “Sorry I'm a hugger.” Kayla said as she pulled away from Airielle. 

“It’s okay and thank you. I don’t know why I was so nervous.” 

“Girl, you were a natural out there. So um, we film "Talking Smack" tomorrow morning nine am sharp. Meet me in the underground parking lot at eight.” Airielle nodded and gave Kayla one last hug before walking out of the arena and towards her rental. 

SEPTEMBER 5th 2020

Airielle rushed towards Kayla. “I’m sorry I’m late.” It was 8:30 am. “I’m still getting used to being up this early.” 

“It’s only thirty minutes. You’re good.” Kayla said and motioned for Airielle to follow her into the arena. “Woods is joining us today. Have you met him?” Airielle nodded. “Cool, we have Shinsuke, Cesaro, Alexa and Jey as guests today.” Airielle nodded again and continued to listen to Kayla as she went over how the show was going to happen. 

“Oh hey, Airielle’s here.” Xavier Woods said, causing Josh to look up from his phone and towards Airielle and Kayla. “Have you met her yet?” Josh groaned and nodded. 

“Yeah, made a complete ass outta myself.” He said, sucking his teeth when Woods started laughing at him. “It ain't funny Uce. I felt like an idiot just standing staring at her.” He rolled his eyes and pushed Woods away from him when he continued to laugh. “I’ll see you later.” Josh said, flipping Woods off as he walked away.

Airielle felt at home as she talked with Kayla, Woods, and Alexa during the Talking Smack taping. She felt like she actually belonged. Alexa had just left the panel and it was time to bring Josh in. 

“Well we have one more guest to join us right now.” She said looking between Kayla and Woods. 

“Right and I’ve used the word easy, but you know what’s not easy.” Kayla chimed in. “When you have to go head-on with family and that's what this guy will be doing come-” She was cut off as Josh came into the shot spraying the three of them with silly string. 

Airielle laughed as Woods started yelling about the string getting stuck in his hair. She started to pull the string out of her hair as Kayla started to talk about what happened the night before on Smackdown. She noticed that Josh was trying his hardest to not look in her direction and frowned before she remembered that she was on camera and plastered a smile on her face. She zoned back into the conversation when it was her turn to talk. 

“So let's say you go on the clash of champions and you become our new universal champion.” Airielle started and Josh felt his heart start to beat faster at the sound of her voice. “What’s your plan?” Their eyes met for the first time that day  and once again Josh was stuck. All thoughts flew out of his head. He snapped back once Woods kicked his leg under the table. He ignored the weird looks Kayla and Woods were giving him and answered Airielle’s question. 

“Real talk I can’t even rap that around my head. I aint never looked at me as no, real talk I ain't never thought about the big title. Never thought about a IC title, US title. It was always tryna chase yall.” He said pointing towards Woods. “It was always about beating y’alls record. I love the New Day. It was always eyes on the tag team titles. But now it’s like oh.” He stopped and smiled. “I can do it, you know.” 

She watched as he talked about how much winning the title would mean to him and she couldn’t help but smile, he was so passionate about wrestling, it was adorable to see. 

“That was so much fun.” Airielle said to Kayla once filming was done. Wood and Josh said goodbye before leaving Airielle and Kayla still sitting at the table. 

“Yeah, it was.” Kayla said with a frown on her face. 

“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” Kayla looked over at Airielle and placed her hands overtop of hers. 

“No, you were fantastic. It’s just..” She paused and looked around before sliding her chair closer to Airielle. “Can you keep a secret?” Airielle leaned closer to Kayla and nodded. 

“Did Josh seem off to you? I mean I know you just met him, but..” Kayla sighed. Airielle shrugged, 

“I mean, maybe he was nervous about something. Is.. is he your boyfriend?” 

“No, I mean we.. you know, and went on some dates but we haven’t made anything official. We’re keeping it on the low.” Airielle nodded but she didn’t know what to say. She was slightly disappointed because she found Josh to be extremely attractive but it didn’t matter because she had promised herself  that she would not jeopardize her job for a quick fuck with one of these superstars. 

Clash Of Champions 2020

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Airielle had been on the main roster for about 4 weeks now and she honestly couldn’t have been any happier. Sure she missed some of her friends from NXT but being on Smackdown had opened up way more opportunities for her than being on NXT. 

She was walking towards catering when she heard someone call out her name. She smiled when she saw that it was Kayla who called her name. She walked over and was immediately pulled into a hug. 

“First PLE. Are you excited?” Kayla asked and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle. She was about to respond when someone else called her name. 

“Airielle?! I missed you” Airielle smiled brightly at Trinity and rushed over to give her a hug. “Damn, look at you. I gotta come raid ya closet girl. “ 

Josh was walking around the arena with Jon looking for Trinity. 

“What the point of having a damn phone if she ain’t gon’ answer it.” Jon grumbled as he pressed Trinity’s name on his phone again, cursing her when her voicemail picked up again. “Why you so quiet Josh? You nervous?” 

“Hell yeah I'm nervous. I aint never have a opportunity like this before Uce. What if I screw it up.” 

“Man shut up.” He said, laughing when Josh stopped walking and glared at him. 

“What-” 

“Shut up. You and big uce gon go out there and kill it. Stop worrying.”  Josh nodded and took a deep breath. “You got this Uce.”  Jon said as he pulled his brother into a hug.  “Now help me find my wife.” 

They started walking again towards catering. That was the only place left to check. Jon cursed as he bumped into his brother almost knocking himself over. “Damn, what the f-” 

“I found her.” Josh said lowly nodding his head over to where Trinity was standing, talking to Airielle and Kayla. Jon started to limp his way over but stopped when he noticed his brother wasn't following him. 

“You coming?”  Josh shook his head, 

“Nah, imma stay right here.” He said ignoring the look his twin was giving him. “I just don’t want to go over there.” He said avoiding his brother's eyes. 

“Josh, stop playing and come on.” Jon rolled his eyes when Josh didn’t move. He hobbled over to his wife. “TRIN!” He yelled. She jumped, turning to face him. “Why you not answering ya phone man.” He said, rolling his eyes at her. “Sup Kayla.” He said fist bumping her and turned his attention to Airielle. “Oh shit. I know you.” He said, causing her to laugh. 

“Hi, Jon. Nice to see you again.” She said, smiling at him. 

“I thought you were with Josh?” Trin asked and Jon nodded and pointed behind him where Josh was waiting down the hall. 

“I was, he acting weird.” All the girls looked down the hall towards Josh whose eyes widened when he saw them looking at him. Airielle looked at Kayla out of the corner of her eye and saw that she was now looking down at her heels with a sad look on her face. 

I’ll see y’all later. Don’t forget to text me when you get back to Pensacola.” Trinity told Airielle. 

“Hey you okay?” Airielle asked once Trin and Jon walked away from them. Kayla shrugged. 

“I mean.” She sighed. “He’s been ignoring me. He won’t tell me what’s going on.” 

“Well honestly fuck him. If he’s ghosting you it’s his loss.” She said, pulling Kayla into a hug. 

Josh, Jon and Trinity were now in Joe’s locker room, as Josh and Joe got ready for the show. 

“Is everything okay with you and Kayla?” Trin asked once Josh sat down on the couch next to her. Josh arched his eyebrow and shrugged. 

“Yeah why?”  

“She was the reason why you didn’t come over earlier with Jon right?” She narrowed her eyes at him when he avoided her eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Josh..” 

Josh cleared his throat and shrugged. “Yeah, me and Kay cool. I mean we not together though but..” He shrugged again, trailing off. Trinity studied him then let out a gasp. 

“What about Airielle?” She asked and he choked on the water he was sipping. 

“What happened?” Josh rolled his eyes and sunk lower into the couch. 

“Nothing happened, he just made an ass outta himself.” Joe said, overhearing their conversation. Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his older cousin. “You ain’t see talking smack from a couple weeks ago? Man was stuck the second she started talking to him.”

“Josh got a crush.”

“I’m a grown ass man, I ain’t got no damn crush.” He said, rolling his eyes when they all laughed at him. 

First chapter of the rewrite. I hope you guys like it

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[kimsmuse]

Could u do a yandere x unfaithful reader

yandere boyfriend !!

(with a cheating reader)

this was really fun to write! hopefully you find it upto your expectations!! let me know if you want anything else, requests are open!

also, the guy i imagine is somewhat him. (he's so cute n precious >.<) but obviously its an oc and there's no compulsion!!

gender neutral!reader. 1.4k words. warnings for yandere behavior, binding the reader, gagging (it's not sexual), obsessive behaviour, stalking, implications of killing someone and manipulation. this is not real love !!!!!!

also additionally, i took inspiration from this prompt list by @/writeformesinpie, it's such a great list tbh !!

let’s say, that you have a boyfriend.

and let’s say that this boyfriend of yours is pretty nice - he isn’t like the golden guy, or oh-so-loved-by-everyone, but he’s nice enough, nobody really has anything bad to say about him and he loves you. he’s a little quiet and takes a while to mingle socially, or sometimes to even talk his feelings out with you but he’s been here for almost 2 years, a remarkable feat for you.

and it’s not that it is your concern how he behaves outside, or how your friends perceive him, but all that peace and quiet and soft love that you’d been looking for, you’d long since got bored of it. who wouldn’t get tired of eating the same dish over and over again?

so who can actually blame you if you did go tell him that you were out with your “friends” one night and instead went out alone to a bar? he never did like to go out so you figured he must be relieved that you aren’t nagging him to come with you today.

well, let’s just say, your boyfriend is really good at hiding.

hiding behind the walls, hiding inside alleys, whenever he’s at a threat of blowing his cover while following you.

it was suspicious to say the least, when you wore the perfume you’d wear when you both first started dating, and dressed in your most expensive clothing item, and never would anybody go see their friends like this ever, not that he’s trying to generalize, but. he just gets a fishy vibe, okoay? and this isn’t the first time he’s followed you, so he trusted that it was just his gut instinct, nothing bad would ever happen.

but he wanted to trace your steps anyway because something today seemed out of place, why hadn’t you taken a turn for your friend’s place, or the one that was straight down the street?

it was soon becoming clear that you intended to go in alone. and the yandere couldn’t stop shaking his head at what a foolish move it was, look at yourself, do you think you should go alone? god, he did not want to think of the things that could have happened to you, if he wasn’t there to protect you.

but, um, the yandere really should have thought about himself too, because as he attempted to blend in the crowd of the club you had gone into, he saw something which made his heart fall to his knees, you with someone else.

and it was not a friend, you were holding his hand, giving him that animated stare that you used to give him, and it was just way too evident, even in the way you smiled, the last straw was when you reached up to kiss him. all around him, people were moving out and about having a good time, or at least trying to, but here he was. his heart still as stone, he felt like the pieces of it would shatter all across the floor if he tried to move.

he couldn’t even do anything, so slowly, he tried to compose himself. thinking of things like, he should’ve let his gut feeling lose today and not have followed you out, and he should just go home now, he was pretty sure that even if you were out with that other person, you would definitely come back home to him.

but he doesn’t even know how to confront you without coming off as completely crazy and risk you leaving entirely.

he doesn’t even realize that it had began raining and he was dripping all over the house as he went home.

but he didn’t lose the consciousness of mopping it away, anything which threatened to take his darling away should not be neglected.

when he lays in bed that night, all sorts of negative thoughts make their home in his mind, and you even text him you'd be sleeping over at your friend's tonight! imagine the pain he's going through.

he had been nothing but nice, caring and loving towards you, maybe a little too lenient? he remembers all of the times he let you go out alone and sometimes he did not even follow you!

he was heartbroken to say the least, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you, upset, yes. but he could never be mad at you, he simply loved you too much.

all you know is that your hands are tightly bound, and there seems to be a sound coming from the tv, something resembling a 60s cartoon? your boyfriend has always loved those, claiming he can sleep better when they play in the background on the days that you aren’t with him.

when you try to call his name, you realize that you’re gagged as well, and no coherent sounds come out of your mouth, only muffled whimpering.

but what happened? did somebody break in while you were both sleeping? and if that was the case, where was your lover? what if he was badly hurt? the room was dark, but slowly you could spot the light from the television illuminating the sofa, and a pair of hands lying limp on the side.

you try to call his name, but it ends up in a whimper, was he alive? your voice grows louder slowly, and you even try thrashing around, at last, the figure on the sofa stirs a little.

he sits up and runs a hand through his hair and squints.

“oh, you’re up,”

your boyfriend.

he walks up to you and even though you can’t make much of the situation out, you retreat away from him. but there’s not much you can get, so when he crouches down to your level and loosens the gag, all you can do is ask him.

“why?”

he looks right into your eyes, and you know that he knows, there’s no time to think about how when you were so sure of covering your tracks, but only that now he knows.

“it hurts,” you whisper.

he just snickers and gets up.

“‘it hurts’? this hurts me more than it hurts you. and we both know why you’re there,”

“this is absurd though, okay, you know i’m cheating on you so just leave me.. or ask me to leave. this,” you point to the binds, “this is crazy.”

“you still don’t get it, do you?” he turns again, sighing, as if he’s being made to explain something so obvious. “i can’t leave you.” he strokes his thumb on your face, “and you can’t leave me,”

it was puzzling for you because in your mind, one of these days you were going to break up with him, and you were even finding ways to do it.

“and besides,” he walks up and turns on the light, on the wall, the clock shows the time, 3.34 am. "where would you even go? back to that man from the bar?"

you don’t even know how he knows about that but before you can say anything.

the man from the bar is dragged by your “lover” to your line of vision, and he’s beaten up bloody, something even if it sounds offensive, you could never imagine someone like your boyfriend beating that guy up, but apparently, he was even unconscious.

“why!” you try to pull away from the binds, but to no avail, only your scream and with them, hot tears down your eyes.

“i can’t control how i react when your eyes wander,” he shrugs, as if there isn’t a half dead man on his feet.

he hovers above the man, “he’s not dead..yet,”

you sniff and then shout again, “what the fuck do you want?”

“you, only you. and us from my dreams, a reality where you love me.”

“you behave this way and you expect me to love you? fuck no,”

“okay,” he brings up his leg and is about to step on the man’s face. “no, no, no, wait, okay i agree. just let him go,”

“sweet. i want you to love me just like that.”

you nod, tears still not taking their leave from your face.

“i’ll be yours,”

your boyfriend leaves the man before the first light of the day, but strangely despite his promise, we can’t see the man he drops off, breathing.. you were deceived.

#kimsmuse’s yanderes #yandere x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere blog #yandere prompts #male yandere #yandere bf #yandere boyfriend #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere writing #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x reader #yandere darling #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere fic #yandere blurb #yandere x female reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x darling #yandere x male reader

[snenbubs]

Okay please don't overwork yourself and please go eat a drink something

But idk if you're request are open if not than I'm sorry

But mammon with a reader who likes their personal space and doesn't talk much and if you do get to close in their personal space they'll wack you with their tail/or claws for the people with oc without tail's

Couldn't find a cute cat picture so you're getting whatever tf this is

HELLOOOO!!! IM BAACK my reqs are always open 4 u dont chu worry

ive just been really lazy and have been rlly slow responding to everything 💀 ITS CHRISTMAS BREAK WHEEEY

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO; HB MAMMON X GN!READER WHO LIKES PERSONAL SPACE

these are hcs BUT LIKE borderline oneshot cuz i got excited writing it

- Well this is awkward, cuz he is the EXACT opposite of personal space. He is a clingy, touchy, grabby man who does not give two shits whether he knows the person or not.

- Four hands amplify this nature too, which makes his overbearing presence so much worse.

- Additionally, he does not understand the words "Hey, could you back up please?" The people around him are far too afraid to upset him to voice their upset, and if they ever did, its highly likely he'd ignore them.

- SO, it's a lucky thing that words had never been your forte. Rather, you'd fall onto the trusted habit of batting and whipping your tail/clawing or scratching at anyone who disregarded your boundries.

- It was an automatic response, too. Often done without thinking when you registered something making you uncomfortable.

- Honestly, it was a recipe for disaster: putting a touchy-feely man who did not like to be disrespected in a room with you, who liked personal space and would take to mild violence if pushed.

- And thats how the two of you met! How sweet!

- It was honestly shocking he even paid any attention to you in the first place. The working environment at Mammon's factories was intense, loud and demanded a vast attention span.

- You on the other hand, were quiet. You got to your work with skill and ease without paying much mind to those around you. In comparison to the large factory, you were but a small detail.

- So, it was odd and understandably alarming when two arms slunk around your body, yanking you away from your intricate work and toward a large figure that yabbed on about something most likely important.

- "Hey, mate, are you the one operating the---"

- By the time you had processed who you had just hit/scratched, it was far too late.

- Oh and he was SO pissed off. Especially because you, a lowly demon, had landed a hit on he, the great Mammon, Prince of Greed in public.

- You don't even know how you lived that experience.

- BUT GOING ONWARD.

- In the early days of this blossoming relationship I don't think Mammon would care too much about how you felt toward personal space. He just does what he wants, when he wants. Which includes grabbing and hugging you.

- BUT, he gets fed up of constantly having bruises and scratches littering his body from where you would claw and bat yourself against him.

- It actually got so concerning that Asmodeus asked him if you were hitting him with malicious intent.

- He had no idea how to say that, no, you weren't trying to hurt him. He just didn't care about your personal space and you reacted accordingly.

- This would go on for a good while, I think. He is so used to being able to just grab at people that he doesn't think anything of it, even if you bat and hiss at him vicously.

- Eventually though, after a good while of injuries and some conversations about boundries and just why you were the way you were, he does back off a little.

- Ultimately, though, I think Mammon is the kind of person to like and desire physical contact within a relationship of any kind. It's one of his love languages, and he especially wishes to apply it to the one he really adores.

- So there's a sort of agreement between the two of you that such contact is fine, so long as he isn't sudden and invasive with his advances.

- Another thing which divides your personalities however is that you are a quiet soul, whereas he could talk for DAYS and DAYS.

- Seriously, if he isn't shut up then he won't stop talking.

- You've always been a listener, and have enjoyed hearing those around you speak of the things that interest and excite them. This compliments Mammon greatly, for he just LOVES talking about himself, and what he's into, and whats happening in his life.

- This will probably end with you in his lap (after a LOT of coaxing) as he runs his hand through your hair and rambles about anything on his mind.

- He's so cute i lobe him

ps. apologies if this is short !! BUT AHAHA I LOVE THE PICTURES YOU SEND THEY ARE ALWAYS SO FUNNY

#helluva boss x reader #mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #hb mammon x reader #i might marry him #like #seriously

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more mechanic!ellie x snobbybitch!oc lol i’m kinda obsessed and i missed them ngl 

wc;cw: 765 reaaal cute, oc is a cunt lol, joel slander i love him dont start, ellies a sub, more monologues, dassit

you smashed the second window of your three day old, freshly glossed pink bentley with a metal baseball bat

and you couldn’t be happier! 

not only was ur dad getting you a new car but u were seeing your girlfriend today!

you were giddy with excitement as you went to your contacts and called the number saved as i wanna fuck the freckly girl! 

“YELLO!”… joel… great

yawn…. he’s nice or whatever but yawn 

where’s ur daughter gimme ur daughter

but you put on an act before ur annoyance could come through the phone 

“JOEL HELP ME SOMEONE TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY CAR AND—“

“uh darlin’, i’m not a cop….. you know that right?” 

“no i KNOW but i need repairs on my back window, could you pleaaaaase help me?” 

you sounded honey sweet, he wouldn’t say no to you! 

“uhh sure. you shouldn’t drive it if glass is everywhere, we’ll come pick it up to bring it into the shop.” 

you smirked devilishly 

“thank you sooooo much! you’re a doll! i’ll see you soon?” 

“umm…. it’ll be a few hou—“

you weren’t hearing that, they’re coming now!

“ten minutes?! great! see you then!” 

and you hung up, your heels clicked on your garage floor as u walked into ur fathers marbled kitchen

this calls for a celebratory glass of lemonade! 

u and the devil on ur shoulder clinked glasses

you heard a knock at the door ten minutes later 

but you were already standing there! you ripped it open and was greeted with… joel

sigh

“hey! your car’s pretty messed up, someone went crazy on it, looks lik—“

“yeah it’s sad isn’t it, did ellie come?” 

“pardon?”

“ellie, did she come?” 

“…no…. she’s at the shop” 

“doing what?” 

“she’s…. she’s working. on a car. at the shop.” 

you pouted 

“well, why are we still standing here! let’s go!” 

“uh…. okay.” 

and you smiled as you brushed past him, hopping in the tow truck with a giddy smile on ur face 

you applied more lipgloss and chanel no. 5

u were finally seeing ur girlfriend! 

he tried to make conversation the whole drive here, but you didn’t care about shit he was talking about

“that’s so funny joel! gonna go inside now!” 

and the minute you slammed the truck door and ran inside the garage and glitter obscured ur vision

the love of your life

the only star in ur sky

you felt your pussy clench in your lacy panties

and ur nipples got hard 

she was under the hood of some raggedy ass car and her muscles were out and she was biting her lip and she was covered in filth and u wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone in here 

wanted to make her scream for u 

wanted to make her cry and beg u to stop—

“why are you standin’ here, darlin’?”

“just sightseeing!” i’m gonna fuck your daughter so hard! 

“alright i’m gonna examine ur car and we’ll have a price for u in a bit.” 

and he left

fucking finally

u walked over to her

she had earphones in so u tapped her shoulder 

she took them out and turned and her face immediately fell 

you were smiling so hard! you were so happy! 

“hi!” 

“…..”

“whatcha up to!”

“….”

“did u miss me!” 

“you’re fucking crazy.” 

she’s making you wetter

she was so dirty, u wanna make her dirtier

u wanna ride her fucking face—

“what the fuck r u staring at?” 

“you. you look so cute right now.” 

she scowled harder, but u caught that pink tint on her face 

mhm, u knew she liked u

“take a break!” 

“the fuck r u talking about?” 

“ellie.” 

and her expression changed at ur serious tone. a little intimidated. a little scared. 

“take a break.” 

she blushed harder 

and u held her gaze 

hers flicked down to ur mouth

minemineminemine—

she put the tool she was holding down on the side table before she turned to look at u

u saw that little glint in her eye as she scanned you up n down. you want her you want her 

u took a step closer 

and closer and closer 

until u were right in front of her

her heavy breaths were hitting ur nose and you wanted fuck her now!

“where’s the bathroom?” 

her breath hitched and u heard it 

“um..”

“mhm?” 

“in the back.” 

the devil on ur shoulder applauded u 

“show me.” 

and she nodded shakily

you grinned like a kid in a candy store!

u loved ur girlfriend so much!

theyre gonna fuck so hard l8r lol

p.2 to this

#richsnob!oc #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #the last of us #lesbian #mechanic!ellie ˚. ᵎᵎ

[raenizza]

Post-Workout

Sypnosis: Jey pulls up to the house after his long workout with his brothers. He originally planned to be home at an earlier time to help the Reader prepare dinner, but it has been over two hours since. In order to make up for it, he bought her flowers and her favorite candy to sweeten her up for his lateness while also laying down another surprise for her.

Characters/ Pairings: Jey Uso x Reader, Jey Uso x Black Reader, Jey Uso x OC, Jey Uso x Black OC, Jey Uso x Y/N

Word Count: 2,688

Warnings: Cursing, WAP, a little bump and grind, creamy glizzy, and some good ole luvin’

Author’s Note: Hello my loves! It has been a while since I’ve written something so I decided to surprise yall with something short and sweet to read over the weekend. Enjoy 😊

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“Aight y’all, I gotta hit the road” Jey says to his brothers after placing down the weights and moving towards the lockers to get his gym bag. 

“Already? Bro we just started” Jimmy chuckles. 

The boys planned to do a quick 3-hour session in, but then 3 hours quickly turned into 5, due to their competitive nature. Jimmy and Solo stopped their routine and stood up from their machines as they watched their brother gather his things. 

“Uce it's just 30 more minutes. It won’t take long” Solo spoke out. 

“Nah man, I gotta go. I promised y/n that I’d be home like 2 hours ago.” Jey responded to them heading in their direction.

“Maaan she goin be aight, we just got finish up this one last set-”

“Listen, yall can get it done without me, aight, I really gotta go. Plus I promised her” 

Jey said to his brothers as hugged them goodbye and sprinted tothe front of the gym.

“Uggggh, fine. But you owe us!” Jimmy said.

“I know, I’ll see y’all later, Love u!” he shouted as he opened the gym’s door.

“Love you too!” They both shouted back.

~

Jey realized how late it was getting and knew that he was going to have to make up for it big time. As he drove out of the gym's parking lot and headed down the main road, he pulled out his phone to give you quick call.

“Hey baby,” he said with such softness.

“Well Well, look who finally called. I was wondering when I was gonna get my husband back” you giggled on the other line.

“Look baby, I am on my way home now, aight. Imma be there in about 15-20 minutes tops.” He responded. 

“Mmhmm you said that, lemme check. about 3 whole hours ago.”

“I know I know I know things just got outta hand at the gym, you know competitive me and my brothers are plus we-” He stopped for a moment as he sat at the stoplight staring at the Target sign that lit up just a few miles down the road. 

“You know what baby, on second thought, make it 30 minutes.”

“THIRTY MINUTES?!?! Why?”

“ Don’t worry, I gotta surprise for you okay, just be ready when I get home.” 

You let out a deep negro sigh.

“Okay, just please come home safe, love” you ended the call. 

You wondered why he was so hesitant to end the call. Hoping that it was an actual surprise and that nothing actually happened to him on his commute home. You got up from the couch and entered the kitchen, looking at the mess you made from the meal you prepared. A small wave of sadness flooded you as you set aside his plate of food. The food looked amazing and came out great, hell it would’ve been perfect if he was here to enjoy it. You and Jey agreed that after his workout session, he’d come straight home and help make dinner, together. Like you always do with him, but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. And that’s okay, but when becomes a frequent occurrence, things start to change.

It’s not that you don’t mind your husband working and getting the things that need to be done, it’s just that some days you want him all to yourself. You want to feel his presence, his love, and warmth but due to the change in his schedule things have been quite difficult. You started to miss your man more often and try to spend every second with him as much as possible. 

After washing the dishes and putting dinner away, you swept up the kitchen making it as clean as possible. As you headed towards the staircase, you heard the machine for the garage door, open, indicating that your man has finally reached home. Excited as you are, you rushed towards the garage eager to grab the doorknob. But it sprung open before you could even get the chance. Jey’s beautiful face pierced out from the doorway. 

“IM HOMEEE!!” Jey said with his arms lifted in the air and the biggest smile on his face. Showing his bottom grills. He hugged and then picked you up all at the same time, flooding you with kisses and nibbles all over your face and neck.

“Ahhh!” you yelped out once he started to playfully bite your cheeks. You pushed him back, looking at the object in his hands.

“Are these for me?” You grabbed the large bouquet of flowers in his right hand.

“They most certainly are. They didn’t have any Roses, so I got these.” You looked at the beautiful bright pink carnation flowers and smiled at the kind gesture. Jey proceeded to go down on one knee, holding the flowers, and looking up to you. 

“Baby, I would like to apologize for my lateness, tonight. It won’t happen again, I promise you.” He handed the flowers to you. “Oh and one more thing.” Held in his other hand were three of your favorite candies. 

“I know you’ve been craving these for a minute now.” He said with a chuckle.  You laughed, grabbed the bouquet and kissed him deeply. 

“Thank you so much, baby. Your apology is accepted and I sure have” Trying to open up one of the candy bars. For a brief moment, the both of you stood there in each other's embrace, his cologne was so strong that even a few hours of the gym couldn’t stand a chance. All you could think of at that moment was how much you missed him. 

“I have one more surprise for you.” He said in a deep tone. Jey lifted you up, bridesmaid style and carried you up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He grabbed the bouquet and your candy from your hands and placed it on the dressing table. He placed you gently on the bed and started to undress you pulling off your sweatpants and t-shirt (his t-shirt to be exact) and worked his way from your beautiful brown thighs all the way up to your gorgeous face covering you with kisses, love bites, and massages. Before he reached your neck, he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him with just his bright red briefs. You stopped him quickly.

“Wait, hold on baby. You’re not tired from the gym?” you asked with a concerned look.

“I got one more session in me.” He responded, going right back down to you. He finally reached your lips and started to kiss you slowly and intimately. The tip of his tongue swirls against yours as he exchanges saliva with you. You moaned in his mouth with every kiss, feeling him press his body against yours. You felt his dick harden in his undergarments as it grazed perfectly on your entrance. Jey slowly started to grind himself into you, without even stripping you down to your full nude. Kissing you still he grabbed his left hand and slid inside your damp panties, rubbing your already wet folds.

“Mmhmm baby, look at you. Already wet for me,” he said in between kisses. You couldn't help but only moaned as he spoke to you. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve felt like this, his heat mixing in with yours. He continued to rub your entrance, teasing you as his fingers would slide over your clit. You wanted him to pick up the pace just a bit more, and within a second he did. You grind your hips against his thick large fingers. ‘Fuck this feels so fucking good’ you thought. His breath was on your lips as he tempted to slide just one finger in, but he backed down instantly. He pulled his hand out from you and sucked your juices off his fingers. 

“Mmm you taste so good, baby girl,”  he says to you looking at your full lips. “Come taste it” as he kisses you again crashing his tongue once more into your mouth. It felt so good to have him in your face again. You closed your legs and started to shift your position a bit so you can kiss him even deeper. You feel yourself getting warm and hot as he slid his hand underneath grabbing your ass.

“I wanna cum so bad” you whispered on his lips.

“Mhmm, you wanna cum? Mmmmm” he moaned out

“We haven’t done anything yet baby, just kissing makes you wanna cum huh” he moans in your ear. You nodded your head in agreement. 

He pulled away and got up. Positioning himself right in front of you, Jey went straight to taking your panties off to unclasping your bra with the swiftness. He pulled his member out and began smacking it against your pussy lips.  As he slides the tip in, he let his spit fall directly on his shaft before fully entering and then making direct eye contact with you. Growling as your walls start to expand on his girth.

Jey started with slow and steady strokes, making you feel every inch of his dick, watching you moan in pleasure. 

“Oh you taking it baby, you taking that shit.” He says passionately on your lips. You felt him pump in and out of you slowly, making sure you adjust to his size just right. “Mmmm you feel so good.” you moaned out to him, as you dig your nails deeper into his tatted skin. Your eyes began to roll back as his strokes quickened. Moving at a much faster rate, you feel him holding your waist down as he fucks deep into you. You glance at the ceiling for a moment and then look back up to him in awe.  His gold Cuban link dangling over your face. 

“Mhmm mhmm, how that shit feel bae,” he said breathlessly in your ear.

“It. feels. So- mmmmhm.” You replied biting down on your lips and in between his strokes. Him pounding your shit felt so good you couldn’t even get any words out.

Jey slowed down a bit so he can reach his hand down to your pussy to rub your clit. He gently wrapped his free hand around your throat. This sent you over the edge, him pleasuring in ways only you could only imagine. Your pussy felt so good wrapped around his dick, taking him in. He watches you tense up at his strokes and as you moan in ecstasy. 

 “FUCK!.” he groaned to seeing your juices covering his dick, the room filled with wet noises coming from his deep strokes and his thighs slapping against you.

Jey then pulled you closer to him and decided to slow down for a bit, he lowered his head in the vape of your neck kissing it. He pulled back looking at you. 

“Look at my eyes.” You divert your attention from watching his waist and movement to his beautiful face, avoiding eye contact.

“You see how good you make me feel. Just look in my eyes. Can you see my desire for you?” he said in a breathy and lustful tone. You stared at the grills in his mouth, still not looking directly at him like wants you to.

“You see how bad I wanna fuck you. LOOK. AT. ME.” He grabbed your face instantly, forcing contact. You finally looked into his eyes. His beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes. He fucked you even deeper now that he made you look, his pelvis making a deep connection to yours. 

“That’s right baby, Look at me.” He says to you. You sensed your body feeling warm again, as you felt yourself coming close. Jey sensed this too and immediately stopped. “No baby don’t stop please don’t, keep goin.” You begged. 

“Mhmm, baby you gotta put in some work too,” he said as he slid out and laid on his back next to you. 

“C’mere. Come ride me.” He patted his lap signaling you to come. You quickly took position facing him. 

“Uhn Uhn turn around.” Shocked by this you turned yourself around, ass facing him. You arched a bit, so you can grab his tip gently placing it at the front of your entrance.

“Look at that. Look at that,” he says in between slaps on your ass, adoring every inch of you. He grabs your waist pulling you down onto him making it easier for the both of you. You started off slow, moving up and down at a good pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep going.” Jey started to grunt and moan. 

“Fuckkk” he whispered under his breath, watching your ass bounce on his dick made felt so fucking good. You felt his dick pulsate inside you, you started to pick up the pace.

“Mmmm yes, Daddy.” You breathed out to him, gripping your hips tiger, keeping that rhythm flowing. Riding him was always a favorite position of his and yours as well. You loved the satisfaction it gave you, his grunts and moans as you bounce on his dick, turns you on the most.

“Mmmhm That ass taking this dick. Gimme that ass baby” Jey growls under you. You proceeded to follow his request, giving him what he wants. Hell he deserves it. 

“ Ooouuu fuckkkk, that ass sounds so good on my dick baby! Shit!” He moaned out, this time slamming himself into you, fucking you right back, deeper and harder. 

From the sounds of your ass clapping echoes in the room, turning you on even more. Then on to the sounds from his Cuban link, heaving on his chest as he watches your ass shake all in his face.

His balls slapping against your clit made you cream so hard that it kept slipping out.

“Get it back in. Get. It. Back. In” he said through gritted teeth. You placed his dick right back at your entrance sliding it in. “Mmmmmm” you moaned out

Jey continued his pace from before but then quickly change positions. Instead of laying on his back, he got up and began hitting you from the back.

“Ouuuu Jey please-” you bawled out as your face is mushed in the mattress. Jey pounded himself into you, ignoring your cries. 

“Baby pleaseeee, please” You shifted your head forward looking at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of the bed. 

You watched your man focused on fucking you from behind. You started to feel yourself reach your climax. He glanced up at you through the mirror.

You try to pull back just for a quick second because of how close you are. 

“You tryna push me away huh.” He says feeling your pussy grip on his dick. He knows you are close.

“Don’t run, cum on this dick baby.” He spoke to you through the mirror.

“Fuccckkkk.” you looked at him

“Cum on it baby, that’s it.” He says grunting. “Ouuu shittttt!!!” you screamed out, closing your eyes and gripping the sheets. You came at the exact moment, as he started to fuck you even harder, reaching his own climax.

“That’s it, baby bust your fucking nut. Let that shit out.” He said fiercely. Jey felt himself reach his breaking point after watching you cum all over him. 

“Fuck I’m close as shit. Damn!” He looks down at the creamy substance covering his dick.

 You realized how much work he was putting in, and wanted to help him out a bit. So you fucked him right back, with the same steady pace. You turned your head around to face him, now locking eyes.

Jey bent down and gave you a quick sloppy kiss. 

“I'm bout to nut! Im bout to fucking- uhhhnnn uhhnn FUCK!!” he whined out grabbing your hips and putting you to a stop.

 “Fuck!” Jey pulled himself out and collapsed right next to you, taking a minute to catch his breath. You follow suit, laying on his tatted chest. Both of you panting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

You looked up at him giving him soft kisses on his face. He held you in his arms, kissing you right back. You both stopped and gazed at each other for an instant, embracing each other’s love.

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso x black reader #jey uso x OC #jey uso x y/n #jey uso x black oc #wwe #babe #wwe smackdown #wwe smackdown live #wwe raw #wwe imagine #the usos

[disneyanddisneyships]

Me Too

Summary: Charlie found another way to do group bonding time for the hotel patrons and workers! By taking them to the most popular dance studio in pentagram city where Alastor's ex works, owning the studio herself.

Warnings: tension. I won't elaborate what kind. Alastor probably being ooc. Not proofread.

Pairings: Alastor x Butterfly!OC, a bit of huskerdust if u squint. Chaggie ofc.

Taglist: @gyubby99

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Charlie jogged down the stairs excitedly, holding back a squeal as she skipped into the lobby to find all her friends, happily doing nothing in silence.

"I have a new redemption exercise for us!" She announced with a large smile plastered on her face.

Angel groaned.

"Charlie, we're all tired. I'm sure you can take a break from the trust exercise crap for one day," he complained as he fell back onto the couch, his phone in his hand.

"Angel you're gonna like this one I promise! I made a call, and one of the overlords is allowing us to use her dance studio! She's gonna help us with a dance that we have to work together to pull off!" Charlie explained.

"'Overlord'? Angel repeated, putting his phone down and sitting up straight. "Does this happen to be the Butterfly overlord?" He asked.

"Yep! Overlord of love! The best dance studio in pentagram city!" Charlie stated.

"Oh yeah. She and I go way back," angel stated before chuckling. "Say, is Mr creepy deer gonna come with us?" Angel asked.

"Yep! Everyone has to do this! Why?" Charlie tilted her head.

Angel snorted. "I'd hold off on telling him where we're goin,"

Charlie shrugged.

.........

"And where, pray tell, are you taking all of us, my dear?" Alastor asked with his usual smile, not entirely paying attention to his surroundings and the road they were on.

Charlie only smiled.

"Oh don't worry, strawberry pimp. Ya gonna LOVE this," angel spoke up with a smile so wide it reached his eyes.

"Please never call me that again," Alastor stated with a sneer, even though his smile remained in tact.

As the group walked on, alastor began to recognize things. Areas he had only been to with-

"Ta daaa!!!!" Charlie exclaimed as she stood in front of the dance studio that read:

Aponi Wings~

Dance studio

Alastor's eyes widened and he gripped his cane tighter, his teeth clenching and jaw locking.

"What in the world are we doing here, my dear?" Alastor asked, his smile straining as he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Thiiiiiis is our new trust exercise! I got the owner of the studio to help teach us all a dance! I was reading articles on how to help people be more of a team and it said dancing was a key way to do that because-" as Charlie chatted on, alastor stopped listening, flashbacks entering his mind of his last serious relationship.

"I'm afraid I will need to sit this one out as I do all the others," alastir interrupted.

"Hahahaaaa no can do! Thus is for the hotel! Cmon Al, please?!" Charlie begged as she looked up at him.

Alastor's eye twitched. He hated how he was beginning to.... care.. for these ridiculous people. Although he'd never admit he cared.

"Very well," he stated at last, telling himself in his head that the only reason he was doing this was because he wanted to see what a failure his ex had become after she dumped him.

Even though he knew the truth.

As the group walked into the lobby, Charlie couldn't help but squeal at all the dancers there. A few who recognized Angel as a regular.

"You've been here before?" Husk asked as angel waved to a few dancers.

"Eh. I know the owner a bit personally. She and I were great friends when she used to work for Valentino," Angel explained with a shrug.

"She used to work for Valentino?" Charlie asked.

Alastor scoffed. "'Work'.... more like abused every day," he stated with a scowl in his eyes at the various memories of her coming home to him with bruises and cuts.

"How would YOU know?" Vaggie asked as she picked up nifty to sit on her shoulder.

Angel smirked. "Oh him? Well he and Aponi were-"

Alastor cut angel off with a glare, his eyes turning into radio dials. Angel only rolled his eyes.

Charlie walked up to the receptionist in the front lobby, who pointed her down a hallway to where Aponi was teaching a class.

As the group walked, alastor took a breath. He hadn't seen her since they seaperated.. and regretted to say he was still very much in love with her despite what happened.

As the group opened the door to the studio, alastor saw her immediately.

Oh dear... she was as beautiful as the day he lost her....

But the pumped up music drew his attention away from her and more to the dance she was doing.

As always. Her moves were calculated, but free...and she looked truly confident in herself. Something alastor really never had the chance to witness.

As she danced she spotted the group and smiled at them before her eyes landed on alastor, a smirk playing on her face as she danced, her eyes never leaving his.

Alastir listened to the lyrics of the song.

Hoo boy.... he was going to be in for a lot of yelling.

As the music ended and aponi and her dancers struck a pose she let out a breath.

"Alright everyone, take a 10 minute break today! Go stretch and drink water! You all did so well!" She exclaimed with a smile as she walked over to the group, specifically alastor.

Angel smirked, the everknowing best friend of the overlord in front of them.

"Well well well. If it isn't the radio Demon," Aponi smirked as she leaned forwards, her eyes lidded. "You came all the way here huh? What did you miss me?" She asked.

Alastor scoffed. "Hardly. I was simply lead astray," he replied.

"Lead astray? Hm. Not the first time, deer boy," she stated before booping his nose. Alastor's eye twitched.

"I'm sorry I'm confused. HOW do you know each other so... intimately?" Vaggie asked with a look of mild disgust.

"Hm? Oh he didn't tell you?" Aponi asked before standing up straight and taking a drink of water. "He and I were engaged a few years ago," she finished.

"I'm sorry WHAT?" Charlie asked, her eyes wide as she looked from alastir to Aponi.

"Quite right! I even gave her this studio! I. Made. Her," alastor smiled smugly. "The only reason she's so popular is because I gifted her thus studio!" He exclaimed, attempting to get underneath aponi's skin.

"Hm. And the only reason people know who YOU are now is because of me.... thanks for the leg up on my popularity, radio boy," Aponi winked.

"I'm sorry. Wait. Hold on. YOU, dated HIM?" vaggie asked in utter disbelief. "WHY?"

Aponi shrugged. "I was desperate," she smirked, looking over at a fuming alastor.

Angel chuckled.

Oh this would DEFINITELY be fun.

#Youtube #alastor x oc #hazbin x oc

[jellyluvr]

Hiii!! I love all of ur fics they're fcking amazing!! look i know ur request are closed rn maybe u can do this some day but can i ask for colin zabel x f!reader cute fluff fic where they're spending their time together bc yk colin has been busy solving the cases & barely spend much time w his wife aka the reader hehe just them doing some fun leisure activities like going for a picnic, watch movies, bath together(🤭) etc- i really love colin sm hes my fav so i'd be happy to read one from u🥺 ilyyy u're such a great writer keep it up!!

Reliever

Horrible title ik. I have no ideas unlike my incredibly talented friends on here so any of you please lmk if I can dm you for titles because I'm in desperate need of ideas. Anyway, here's some colin fluff!! Also my requests are open. No hardcore shit tho. I'm totes down to write some handjobs tho. Especially some fluffy somno? Jesus my hand is disappearing under the covers 😱 that wasnt funny I apologize in advance

Tw: shower and many many compliments. Also stress? Don't know if that even counts but lmk if I missed any 👍also kinda oc Colin? Idk.

S: colin and you take a shower and colin is very happy.

(I'm gonna stop doing summaries cuz they're so pointless atp)

Also ty anon! I love you so much. Romantically we should honestly get married because I really wouldn't mind 😉😉

Colin sat in his chair, staring infront of him. He looked down at his watch, preparing himself for the time. 12am. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he contemplated his existence. He wanted to go home. He wanted to hug you and cuddle with a blanket.. he wanted sleep. That was his main priority and he really didn't have the time for this case he was working on. He grabbed his coffee cup, standing as he wobbled a bit, letting the blood flow.

He felt a little dizzy, but that wasn't important. What was? Well, he really needed to see you. Desperately.

So, he walked down the hall, running when he knew no one was looking. He ran out the doors, not even caring if his shoulders hurt horribly from him not waiting for the slow automatic doors to open. Once he made it to his car he put the coffee on the roof, unlocking it quickly before hopping in. He grabbed the coffee, setting it in the cup holder before starting his car with the classic ding.

He knew it was gonna be a long ride.

-time skip because I'm not writing all of that

He pulled into the drive way, getting out and making it to the door. He went in, looking around expecting to see you. Usually you always got really excited when he came home. But, as he made his way upstairs he saw you sleeping in the bed they shared. He didn't blame you. He was terribly sleepy himself, so he didn't hesitate to undress and change into more comfy clothes.

He put on a normal tee, grabbing some baggy boxers and slipping them on before sitting on the bed and looking at you for a moment. You looked so pretty like that. With the blueish light shining on your face, the darkness of the room adding a little highlight. He smiled looking at you, his heart thumping slightly. He took a deep breath, laying down next to you and pulling up the covers. He wrapped an arm around you, it being loose as he closed his eyes.

You were still asleep, but he didn't care. He just loved you and sleeping next to such a wonderful woman was a blessing to him. Any man was lucky to even be looked at by you. So, he went to sleep with the thought of you on his mind, just like every other night you two shared.

-next morning

You woke up the morning from colin. Which, it shouldn't have been. He needed to be at the station, but he was just sleeping. Right there next to you. It was 8am, he needed to be at work at 7am. That was the issue, so you obviously woke him up.

He turned over, his eyes droopy and clearly unaware of the situation. He murmured out a "babe?" But you didn't care. Colin was serious about his work. He would've been sad if you didn't push him. That was a fact.

"Colin you're late!" You said, your hands on his shoulders. He took a moment, but then he sprang out of bed and rushed to his closet immediately putting on some pants and a shirt, grabbing his stuff. "Uhh.. what time is it?" He asked, a worried look on his face. You answered quickly, also getting out of bed to get his coffee cup. He loved that coffee cup more than you.

You handed it to him, him giving a grateful nod before leaving cussing to himself. You looked out the window, watching him pull out of the driveway while he scrambled to find something. Probably his phone. But, he eventually found it and left.

Now it was quiet once more... boring too. Sometimes you did wish he didn't have that job but he was passionate about it. He always wanted to do something with his life and you never stopped him.

A breathy sigh left your lips as you sat back down on the bed, quite lonely. All you could do was wait until he got back, so you fell asleep in hopes of seeing him when you woke up.

-another skip, sorry!!

You woke up with some clanking in the kitchen. You got up, rubbing your eyes as you went out to check. But you knew who it was. Colin. He leaned on the counter, mayo and turkey infront of him while he chewed on a sandwich. You smiled at him, going over to hug him.

He hugged you back, still chewing on his sandwich while you kissed him on the cheek.

"How was work?" You asked, getting some bread out of the fridge.

"Horrible." Colin swallowed, turning to you.

"Why?" You were a little surprised but maybe he was just exaggerating like normal. Colin hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifting to the ground.

"Can't say." He let out a sigh, a little smile coming after. That was his usual answer, but you didn't blame him. He was a detective after all. He probably saw horrible things everyday. Today must've been pretty bad. You knew he had seen dead bodies and blood, but whatever it was today must've set him in a pretty bad mood.

"Okay.." you set the slices of bread down, putting mayo and turkey on it before getting some cheese too. Colin was very picky with his food.. but it made him so much more like a cutie.

"Well, you wanna get your mind off it? Maybe a movie or somethin?" You suggested, smiling at him. He looked over at you, then back at his half finished sandwich while he shook his head.

"No." He muttered, sighing. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. I'll talk to you later, babe." He leaned off the counter and took another bite out of his sandwich before walking away. You felt really bad, and once you finished chewing you yelled over at him right before he could close the door.

"Can I join?" You asked, smiling at him while he peeked through the door. He loved you.. he definitely wouldn't mind taking a shower with you.. plus maybe he could have a even better shower. So, he nodded, his face turning pink.

"Uhh.. yeah. Sure." He said, you taking one last bite before trotting over to the door and opening it. Colin turned the water on to the walk in shower, his hand going in it to check the temperature.

He turned his head back, watching you get undressed just like it was the first time he ever saw your body. Without even realizing it he blurted out, "you're beautiful, y/n." He smiled, looking over at you while he finally snapped out of it from the heat of the water. He let out a soft "ow" but he took his hand back, turning around fully to see you smiling. God... he loved that smile.

"Thank you. You look beautiful too." You added emphasis on beautiful to tease him, and he just laughed a little while he saw your body in all of its glory. He couldn't even fathom how much he loved you. How lucky he was to even be in your presence. He watched as you walked to the shower, feeling the water as well before getting in. He followed, pulling down his boxers and stepping in. It was already getting pretty steamy, so he reached for the shampoo above your head before getting some in his hands and washing his hair while he looked down, closing his eyes.

You looked over at him, almost laughing. He just looked so silly doing it, and from your laughing he naturally looked up. He gave you a confused look, but you continued to giggle and it caused him to laugh some too. "What?" He asked, the biggest smile on his face. You just continued to laugh, turning around as you got some shampoo, rubbing it in your head as well. Once you did, Colin began to laugh a little himself, all of his worries washing away along with the bubbles.

It already smelt wonderful, but you grabbed some body wash, starting from the bottom up. Colin watched, washing his body a little too. He was mostly interested in you as he watched your body get covered in soapy bubbles. It made you look so much prettier.

Colin washed off his body while you stood on the other end of the shower, still washing your skin. He was confused why you were taking so long but you were really just trying to overlay the bubbles evenly. Colin wanted to get out, but he waited till you washed off. He now thought to get out, but then you reached for another bottle.

Oh. Conditioner. He knew that.. totally. So he stayed while you put the substance in your hair. His eyes scanned over every curve on your body, making his stomach have some butterflies. He had forgotten how beautiful you were. From the back, that was. He reached over, his hand going to your hair as he helped. You hadn't expected it, but you of course weren't complaining. Why would you?

So, you let Colin's hands stroke through your hair, finally going under the water as he watched your hair turn to silk. He touched it some more, admiring how soft it was. Jesus... everything about you was so perfect. "You're really pretty." He broke the silence, smiling at you while you turned around. You let out a little laugh before you gave him a little kiss, smiling as well.

"You're very handsome." You returned the compliment, giving him another kiss as he turned a pink color. He leaned down, giving you a very warm hug from how warm he was and from the water pouring down on you. You hugged him back, closing your eyes as your head found a nice place to rest in the crook of his neck.

Colin had really forgotten about everything. All he had needed was you. His beautiful fiancée.. or his wonderful heart stopper. (Metaphorical not literally)

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Okay thats all. Hope you liked it ♡♡

Also the heart stopper thing is the only non creepy name. The other was "stress reliever" and honestly that sounds horrible. Just like the title

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[lightlycareless]

I have a silly idea 🤭🤭 you don't have to write it if you don't want to. Ok so here's the idea:

Naoaki loves bringing food to y/n. One day, naoaki got special edition mochi from the store and decided to give it to y/n. But y/n refused and wanted to share it with him bc she just wants to show her gratitude to him.

The next day bam! They exchanged bodies. Naoaki is trapped inside y/n's body and y/n is trapped inside naoaki's body.

But before naoaki wants to meet y/n, naoya suddenly enters the room and acting lovey dovey which made naoaki want to puke 💀 (naoya didn't know about this whole body swapped thing bc he thought y/n, who is naoaki is joking) At the same time, naoaki can see the truth side of his younger brother being vulnerable which he didn't get to see before bc of their complicated relationship.

While y/n is sad bc whenever she wants to approach naoya, telling him about the body swapped. Naoya immediately glare and ignore her (bc he thought it was naoaki 😭😭) poor y/n

After a few hours, the effect is gone and y/n didn't know if she wants to tell naoya about this bc 1. Naoya might be frustrated that naoaki can see y/n's naked boy 2. Y/n can feel and touch naoaki's dick which will make naoya jealous.

Well this is just a silly idea. Hope u will like it 🫶🤭

Hello!! So good to see you again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much for this ask!!! I get so happy whenever I see (essentially) my oc's in my inbox 🥺❤️❤️❤️

Anyways, it took me a while, but here it is!! Also, I don't know what's up with me, like I read the asks and get the idea but then I end up taking some creative liberties??? Uhgggh :( But I still hope it's to your liking!!—it still has the same essence ehehe and I also had fun writing it + the little extras at the end :)

now onto the warnings: Naoaki is a victim here of course hahaha. outside of that, some mentions of nsfw activities 😏

Happy reading!

It was never explicitly stipulated, but there was a silent agreement that Naoaki was never to approach you, unless your husband, Naoya was present.

The reason behind it was simple: he didn’t like his relatives being around you. A statement you agreed to, to some extent, except for his siblings; for most of them had been rather amicable to you since your arrival.

Naohiko is perhaps the only one to not fit such description, solely because of his “brutally honest” personality, which was more often than not, just plain rude. But even then, he had his moments, particularly those where Hitomi would put a stop to his “offensive” tirade, and he’d be surprisingly… submissive to it—who would’ve guessed?

From there, Naofumi must be the calmest of the bunch, unfortunately, he’s the one you least see. It’s quite a shame, but understandable, for he was very shy and wasn’t very fond of socializing with others outside of his circle. But any time you get to talk to him he’s always very nice, and if you’re lucky enough, he even lets you taste a bit of his incredible skills as a cook!

The rest you’d see around the estate, sometimes—not that often. They also tended to keep to themselves, which you undoubtedly knew was work of Naoya’s merit.

It was upsetting to know that your husband didn’t want you to ponder more into this side of his personal side, as well as their seeming compliance to it…

But your sadness wouldn’t last long when you’d come to meet the oldest of his brothers, the one you were personally fondest of, and came to appreciate not only as an in-law, but as a friend: Naoaki.

Your time with him is often very limited, if not non-existent thanks to his demand as a sorcerer. However, it was still a bit lesser than your husband’s, so you got to see him more than Naoya.

And his visits were certainly ones you always looked forward to, for he’d always tell you in great detail all the exciting things he’d got to see on his missions, as well as bring you gifts from the places he was deployed to.

Not to diminish Naoya’s storytelling, you loved hearing about his work too, but rather… you preferred to do something a bit more intimate with him whenever you got the chance to see him again—before he leaves you again, returning God knows when…

Today was one of those days. One where Naoaki would come back after a tedious mission, intending to tell you all about it while bringing you a local sensation, coincidentally, your favorite: mochi.

“Oh, Naoaki—you didn’t have to!” You fret as he hands you the gift. And while your words conflicted with your true sentiments, wanting nothing but gobble them up as soon as possible, you didn’t want to be perceived as abusive.

“I know.” He says with a smile, taking down a seat next to you by the engawa. “But I couldn’t go there and not get you something. And not to brag, but they’re from the highest rated place there.”

“Gee, talk about pressure!” you chuckle. “Well, I just hope you didn’t spend that much on them.”

“Would it be too bad?” Naoaki asks.

“Only if they don’t taste good, I guess.” You jest, he laughs. “Thank you, Naoaki. You’re always too kind to me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Would you like to try some?” you offer; but by the way Naoaki reacts, one would’ve thought you’d spoken the most outrageous idea.

“I can’t—I shouldn’t.” Naoaki responds, shaking his head. “They’re for you.”

“Ah, but it wouldn’t be nice of me for you to get something so popular and not let you try them—at least one, come on.” You say, urging him by opening the box and moving it near him. “A little bite?”

Your bright grin was the reason that eventually convinced Naoaki to accept your offer, hovering his hand over the box to pick the one he considered more appetizing, you do the same soon after.

“Cheers!” you say, subsequently moving the mochi to your lips and eating it whole in just one bite; swiftly relishing its chewy and sweet taste of your favorite filling—taro—with a smile that lets him know his gift was a total success, as usual.

Naoaki always tried his best to bring you gifts that were tasty if he couldn’t find your favorite as a bare minimum—and while some were better than others, you could never recall a moment you didn’t like what he got you.

But this… this had to be the tastiest one he’s ever given you.

No, you even dare to say, your whole life!

It was just so good you couldn’t stop at one, quickly reaching out to grab for another one and shoving it into your mouth, doing the same again, and again, and again, to the point where you finished the entire box! Except those that Naoaki grabbed, of course, for he too seemed to have fallen victim to its addicting flavor—and he didn’t even like sweets that much!

“Ah, that really hit the spot.” You’d groan, placing your hand over your stomach and contemplating the fact it’s been years since you’ve done something like this—as well as the coming repercussions. “But I think I just ruined my appetite.”

“Oh yeah, I think should’ve waited for after dinner.” Naoaki agrees, feeling the same way as you, if not a bit less, as he takes a deep breath—any hunger that he had coming back from the mission was swiftly replaced with sweets. Probably not the best decision to make, but he does not regret it, not one bit.

“That would’ve been a good idea.” You breathily chuckle through the discomfort of your full stomach.

“Maybe next time.” He suggests while looking at you. “I don’t usually eat sweets but I gotta say, these were pretty good—I’ll definitely buy more if I ever find myself on that area again.”

“I’ll pay you to bring me more.” You counter, enthusiasm making him chuckle. “I want Naoya to try some too.”

The way you fondly reminisce about your husband fills Naoaki with an unspoken sentiment that quickly erases the amusement out of his face, as well as prompting him to cut his visit short.

“I’ll be sure to bring more next time.” Is all that he says before standing up, your eyes darting at him immediately after, as if disappointed he’s already leaving—yet unsurprised. “Well, I’m glad they were to your liking. I would’ve loved to stay a bit longer, but I still have some things to do, like resting, since, you know, I just got back from a mission.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” You blink, remorseful for entertaining him more than necessary. “I didn’t mean to grab much of your time, but still, thank you so much for the mochi. You really didn’t have to.”

“Always my pleasure, Y/N.” he smiles before yawning—you could see it in his eyes now, he’s exhausted. Your regret grows a bit. “Well, see you around.”

“See you around.” You respond, waving him goodbye. A few seconds later, he disappears into the halls.

It’s not that you were avoiding it, but at his mention of “responsibilities” you end up feeling a bit… well, stressed; the aftermath of someone that had been procrastinating doing what they need to do in favor of literally anything else.

However, you don’t feel you should be judged too harshly. It’s tedious to work around the estate doing the same boring things… but you agreed to them because you wanted to support Naoya whenever you could, besides, you knew very well what you were getting into when you agreed to marry him.

But a nap sure does sound amazing right now…

Well, you’re already behind in some things, you were sure that a few more instances of delay wouldn’t do anyone harm, besides, Naoya is set to return later today or tomorrow, did anyone really expect you to care about that when your husband was coming back home?!

So, after cleaning up and throwing away the mochi box, you head to your shared room, quickly fixing the futon before laying down and resting your head against the pillow. You then yawn, eyes slowly begin to blink as you place a blanket over you—just what you needed for ultimate coziness.

As you close your eyes, the last thought that crosses your mind is the promise to get back to work as soon as you wake up, alongside the hope that when you wake up, your husband would finally be back in your arms…

The promise of a nap frequently entailed getting a well-deserved rest after a midday full of activities, recharge a bit before continuing with the routine, perhaps even make up for last night’s endeavors…

Or at least that’s what you expected to be graced with, instead of the notion that you’ve woken up feeling worse than when you laid down.

It almost felt as if you’d spent this whole time running instead of resting, alongside an alarming heaviness on your chest that just made you want to lay back onto the futon and not move for the rest of the day.

But of course, your drowsiness did not compare to the weight of your duties, alongside the burning curiosity to see if your husband had already returned home, eventually motivating you to push yourself up from the futon, yawning as you give your body one last stretch before heading out the door.

The first thing that you notice is how dark it is, anxiously wondering just how long you spent asleep, for this proved far different than just a quick nap —but that, of course, was nothing compared to your husband…

Luckily for you, the best way to figure out his whereabouts was by simply asking around; anyone among the staff members ought to know if the heir was back!

If it weren’t for the fact that whenever you spoke to them, they’d look back at you as if they’d seen a ghost: giving you short answers, none of them offering much help, before swiftly exiting your sight.

Although disappointed that no one seemed to know much of your husband, you were more skeptical, if not hurt, by their behavior towards you—so… vastly different from the warm and talkative way they often referred to you; it’s as if you’re back to being the newly arrived Y/N that didn’t particularly fit with the Zen’in (you still don’t, but it’s been an improvement since then.)

Well, there’s still one last person you can check on; the one that has always been amicable to you since your first day here!

Except for today, it seems.

“And why do you want to know that?” Mariya would respond with a look on her face that lets you know this was not one of her usual jests, nor intended to be taken as one.

It’s always the tone, after all, rather than what’s being said.

“Because… I mean… How do I even begin to explain that, Mariya?” you chuckle nervously.  “We’re mar—"

“Well, I do; and you know what else I know? That you’d do good in leaving them alone.”

“Excuse me?” you frown, offended—she’s never spoken to you like this!  What is going on?!

“Acting the fool doesn’t suit you, Naoaki. I know exactly what you’re plotting.” She says, and if you were already confused, now you’re dumbfounded. “The two are very happy right now, and they certainly don’t need any issues coming from you.”

“Mariya, I— I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Naoaki is not even here—"

“Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny.” She scoffs. “I suggest you leave before I do something I’ll regret.”

No. Of course not. This wasn’t meant to be a joke or anything of the sorts. You genuinely don’t understand what she’s talking about, literally referring to you as Naoaki and not yourself.

But then, the reaction of the staff, alongside Mariya’s… it couldn’t be pure coincidence. It… shouldn’t be.

So, you rushed towards the restroom, the nearest place you knew to have a mirror, to seek answers—effectively finding the the truth staring back at you, through the visage of someone you least expected, or perhaps wanted, which only gave their reactions a much-needed understanding.

The reason why they treated you differently, why Mariya openly refuted you… was because you were Naoaki.

Or more like in Naoaki’s body.

A statement that barely answered one of the many doubts that arose immediately after this revelation, further igniting you with anxiety as you scurried once more out of the restroom and towards your bedroom, with only one question in mind:

If you were in his body, then…

Who was in yours?

You’d always wondered what it would be like to see your body outside of a reflection or a picture, if you’d be able to recognize it at all since many theorized otherwise, or if you’d be in for a surprise…

Well, you could now describe with certainty what it felt like:

Eerie. Nothing short of frightening; To stare at yourself right in the eye, and yet, not recognize you, as if it were a completely different person.

But it’s not.

It’s you, with your eyes, your face, your body—there’s no denying that.

Yet, the question remains, who is the one staring at you?

“Y/N” You hear her say. And suddenly, it all made sense.

“Nao…aki?” you breathe as she begins to make her way towards you. “What happened? Why are you—what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, I just took a nap and woke up like this!” He frets, you immediately pinching his skin as if to check it wasn’t a dream, Naoaki twisting his lips out of fear.

“Careful Y/N, that’s still my body!”

“…This isn’t a dream, is it?” He presses his lips together before shaking his head. You cry. “No! This—this can’t be!! How did this even happen? Was it a curse? Did you get attacked by something before coming back?!”

“No, I wish it was, at least that way I could disperse the technique…”

“But you couldn’t… right?” You fearfully ask, he nods. “Ohh, what are we going to do Naoaki?? I can’t—we can’t stay like this forever! You have your things, I have mine, but most importantly, Naoya is going to come back anytime soon and he—”

“Ah, Y/N!” Suddenly, another presence joins in, with a familiar tone that immediately freezes the two on the spot, before slowly turning to their direction, screeching on the inside when seeing her. “…and Naoaki.”

“Ma—Mariya”  you stammer, blood cold. “What—what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to talk with my lady.” Mariya responds with a frown. Right, to her, this was Naoaki questioning her—and they never got along. “If that isn’t too much to ask.”

“No, of course not.” You add, quickly glancing over to… you, Naoaki doing the same. His eyes said it all. “I…”

“In private.” Mariya adds.

“Can—can you give me a moment?” You say, now looking at Mariya. She immediately raises an eyebrow, skeptical, before giving you what is to be the second most shocking statement of the day.

“I think my lady would want to know that Naoya-sama is back” She says, and you do your best to not pass out that very moment.

“Wha—what?” You breathe. What you once desperately longed for, now couldn’t arrive at the worse timing!!

“Yes, your brother. He’s back—and it would be wise if you let my lady see her husband as soon as possible.” Mariya persists, and if Naoaki’s anxiety was already over the roof… now is beyond the stars. She then walks over to “you”, grabbing your arm and intending to pull you away from “Naoaki.” “Now, if you excuse us—neither of us wants to keep him waiting.”

“No, Mariya—wait. Give me a moment with her—I mean, him.” Naoaki suddenly says, and this, while surprising to Mariya, is enough for her to let him go.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” she asks, almost offended for Naoya; you’d never wanted to waste time in welcoming your husband…

“Yes, of course. Everything is splendid!” Naoaki says nervously, but reality couldn’t be any further from that. Mariya squints her eyes. “He was just telling me something so interesting, it wouldn’t be bad for me to want to hear the end of it, can it?”

“… I guess not.” But in the end, Mariya would always trust your judgement above anything else, so she leaves the two alone to continue talking, or more like fretting, on what to do now that Naoya was finally back.

“Please don’t ask me to do this.” Naoaki begs. “Anything but this, Y/N.”

“It’s not like I want to either, Naoaki!” You whine; truly, all that you desired to do was run towards your husband and give him all the kisses in the world!

But… you couldn’t—and it pained you much more than you could’ve ever imagined.

“We can’t let him know.”

“Why not?” Naoaki frowns. “Surely even in his stubbornness he’ll understand—”

“Because I don’t want to stress him anymore.” You murmur. “Naoya has been nothing but piled up with mission after mission, do you think he’ll want to come home to another problem?!”

Naoaki thinks you’re giving his brother too much credit, labeling him capable of caring for anything beyond his own interest…

“Please, Naoaki… don’t tell anyone of this.”

“And what are we supposed to do then? Live out the rest of our lives like this?”

“No—of course not. We’ll… look for a solution.” You suggest. If only it were that easy. “Until then, just play along.”

“Play along?” he asks. “How—surely you don’t expect me to…”

“No, just—just tell Naoya that you’re tired, and he’ll understand it!”

“My brother—understand.” That’s perhaps the craziest thing he’s heard all that day, and he’s switched bodies with you!

“He’s… not as bad as you think.” You insist. “He must be tired too, I don’t think he’s going to do much after coming back from a long mission, you know?”

Oh, if only you were right.

In fact, not only were you completely wrong, but fate seemed to make it it’s personal mission to rub it in his face the moment he met up with Mariya, who’d first voice her distaste for Naoaki before tormenting him with Naoya’s return.

“But you don’t have to worry about my feelings, not when your dear husband is back! And something tells me that he missed you very, very much…”

“Wha—what do you mean by that, Mariya?” Naoaki trembles, feeling seconds away from throwing your plan out the window and leaving the estate all together—if he doesn’t puke first.

“Aw, come on—like you don’t know what I mean!” She chuckles, gently elbowing you. “He brought you thousands of gifts again, they’re blocking the whole entrance! I feel bad for the servant that has to move them all to your bedroom…”

“Oh.” Naoaki frowns.

He never thought Naoya had it in him to do such gesture and in such size… but seems he does as evident by the commotion harboring by the entrance, where a group of servants were taking out countless boxes and bags from the trunk of Naoya’s car and placing them by the engawa, while Naoya angrily ordered them to be careful, for their worth was much higher than their yearly paycheck.

Only stopping when he sees “you.”

Eyes softening and a bright grin on his face, Naoya drops everything on the spot before rushing over to your side, quickly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, lips intending to plant a kiss on yours and just about everywhere he can get, but Naoaki quickly evades him by offering your cheek instead—if your husband noticed such action, he didn’t mention, seems he was far happier to be back.

And needier.

“Good luck!” Mariya whispers to Naoaki before bowing to Naoya and retreating, effectively leaving “you” to your husband’s will.

“I missed you, my love…” Naoya begins, his hands snaking down to your waist and tugging you closer—if that was even possible. “Did you miss me too, kitten?”

“Ki—kitten?!” Naoaki gasps, doing his best to push Naoya away, failing to do so with your strength; oh, how he wishes he was back in his body!

Naoya chuckles.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to come back” he chuckles. “Specially with all those things you sent me…”

“Wha—what things?!”

“The ones you wanted me to do to you…” he breathes. “I’ll never forget how eager you sounded…”

Naoaki wants the earth to split open and swallow him whole.

“Well, it’s—it’s good you’re back at the estate! But I’m tired and I’d like to—" Naoaki tries to save himself by using the excuse you told him would work, but it doesn’t, immediately backfiring on him.

“Are you—are you pregnant?” Naoya gasps, in a way Naoaki can’t describe as nothing less than hopeful, if not excited for the prospect of having a family with you.

Notions that make Naoaki freeze and confused, eyes widening as he realizes that one, the two were trying to get pregnant— And two…

Naoya wanted a family?

Yet again, the image he had of Naoya are slowly changing…

Although in the worst timing possible.

“No, not yet.” Naoaki responds, playing along. He expects to be commended for this act. “But I’m still tired, work here has been… busy.”

“I see.” Naoya responds, a bit disillusioned, but not yet ready to give up, given the way his hand slides further down your waist, dangerously close to an area Naoaki does not want to have touched by him. “But we can still try, can’t we? Perhaps a little tonigh—”

“I said—I’m tired!” How Naoaki managed to push him away is something he’ll never know; but not that it matters much, for all he cared about now is facing the consequences of his outburst, something that shouldn’t have occurred in the first place since you reassured him Naoya would be nothing but understanding of your exhaustion, but now that he went ahead to assure his sanity, he might’ve just ruined the whole plan.

“Y/N?” Naoya asks, concern on his voice as he takes a step away from you, trying to get a better look of your face—he notices there’s something off about “you” but… he can’t put a word to it. “Are you… ok?”

“I’m just… tired.” Naoaki repeats. Still confused, greatly confused, because this whole interaction is nothing short of odd, and overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.” Naoya suddenly says, and this makes Naoaki even more baffled. His brother? Apologizing?! Truly, hell has frozen over. Are you sure it had only been you and Naoaki switching bodies? “…Well, I’m still happy to see you again, my love. I shall let you rest while I go finish other things, and then I’ll see you in our room, ok?”

“Ok.” Is all that Naoaki says before rushing over to see you again, having been eagerly waiting for him in some unaccounted empty room, jumping to ask him how every went down as soon as he entered, before going silent when Naoaki darted you a piercing cold stare that lets you know this situation will only worsen, unless they find a solution quickly.

“Don’t ever make me do that again.”

Naoaki and you tried your best to act as if nothing had changed, as normal as possible to avoid suspicion from those around them.

And at first it worked, Naoaki somehow managed to avoid Naoya throughout most of the day, throwing excuses at him that would take advantage of his seeming adoration for you (which Naoaki had yet to believe…) which he always accepted—he still wonders how your husband hasn’t noticed they haven’t even slept in the same room anymore, but in all honesty, as long as it keeps working, he doesn’t care.

But your staff… those were not as lenient as you would’ve wanted. While Naoya was afraid of doing anything to might slightly upset you, Mariya and the rest were not as careful when voicing their skepticism whenever “you” did something out of the norm, which eventually lead to get really creative with his excuses; he’s still surprised he even got it in him to say the things he did!

As for you… well, it wasn’t any easy either, considering that most of the people you were forced to hang around with were those you didn’t normally do so, such as his brothers, or the staff… but thankfully, his status amongst the clan often meant that whatever you said, they’d take as law, so there wasn’t much to justify there.

Unless talking about duties.

Both should’ve known that doing each other’s job would also be part of this “deception”, but as much as you tried to prepare the other, something still managed to pop up that almost places the plan in jeopardy.

“Come on, show me!” Naohiko insisted, an example of those highly tense moments. “You know, that thing that you do when using your technique.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You’d try to avoid him, laughing nervously. “I don’t do anything special with my technique!”

“Don’t try to be humble, is unbefitting of you.”

“I really don’t know what you mean! Hahahaha!”

“Great, now you’re acting like that prick Naoya.”

“Hey! He’s not a prick!”

Naohiko raises an eyebrow.

“What are you now, saint Naoaki?

“No, of course not.” You rush to save yourself; whatever you could without appearing even more suspicious… When will this all end?

“You’re right though, Naoya isn’t a prick—he’s an asshole.”

… Guess you now knew why Naoya didn’t want you around his brothers.

But all these efforts would mean nothing the moment Mariya grew too skeptical of “your” behavior; the tipping point being the day she asked you what flowers you’d like for the new garden since the old ones are slowly withering away.

A common question with an even more predictable answer….

“I don’t know, any should be fine.”

Or not.

And that, alongside the fact you and Naoaki had been sighted spending more and more time together, while avoiding the rest… is what finally leads Naoya to confront the two.

“I tried my best to give you the benefit of the doubt, believe that maybe I was imagining things because I was tired after a long mission; but there’s no denying it now.” Naoya cited you, alongside Naoaki and your staff, to what you considered an emergency meeting to discuss the elephant in the room. “My wife keeps avoiding me with all kinds of excuses: first, she’s tired. Then, she’s sick. And now, she doesn’t even sleep in the same room as me anymore!

And I believed it, I really did, until her staff saw the two of you together, quite frequently actually; to the point it made me believe there was something else going on.”

“What are you implying… Naoya?” You ask, although you know the answer very well. Maybe you just hoped it was something else.

However, far from upsetting you…

It irritated you. Because this was the last thing that you wanted to deal with, on top of everything else!

“Y/N… Are you cheating on me with Naoaki?”

“And why would I do that?!” you breathe.

“I’m not talking to you, brother!” He snaps at “Naoaki” you frown.

Right. This goddamn hindrance again.

“Then don’t accuse me of things I haven’t done!” Naoaki retorts; you can hear your same desperation on his voice—because truly, of all things he could’ve concluded, this is what he decided to go for…

“What am I supposed to think after you’ve been avoiding me? Hanging around with my brother, of all people?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Naoaki responds.

“You know well, I’ve told you before!”

“Naoya…” you say; because even if taken aback by his incredulous idea, it still hurt to know he’d think you capable of such thing.

Perhaps it was best to tell the truth for once and for all.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” You continue.

“Well then, Naoaki, what does this look like?”

You then glance over to Naoaki, as if seeking reassurance while giving him a look that tells him exactly what you plan to do.

He hesitates, mainly because of what seemed to be Naoya’s reaction up to that point, but he won’t deny that he’d do anything to stop this madness from growing even bigger than it already has, thus, after a few seconds of this silent exchange, he nods, and you begin.

“…I—I’m not really Naoaki.” You say, statement that immediately makes Naoya laugh and your ladies scoffing—as if you weren’t already embarrassed, or irked…

This really isn’t off to a great beginning.

“Now that’s an excuse if I’ve ever heard one!” Naoya laughs.

“No! Listen to me, Naoya!” you interject, beyond frustrated at this point. “It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth!”

“Amuse me, then.”

“…Naoaki and I… we switched bodies.” You bluntly declare. “I—I don’t know how or why it happened, we just… woke up one day and I was him and he was me; and we’ve been trying to—trying to figure out everything, how to reverse it but we just… haven’t…”

“Do you really expect me to believe that? That you somehow switched bodies?” Naoya frowns. “That’s the most ingenious excuse—"

“…I can prove it.” You interject, Naoya raises his eyebrows. Perhaps telling him something only you and he knows would do trick. So, you make your way over to him, reaching for his ear and whispering to him details of your honeymoon you were absolutely certain he’d take as proof of your identity and leave this case to rest…

If, of course, he wasn’t as skeptical as he continued to be.

“I can’t believe you.” Naoya gasps, taking a step away before glancing over to “you” “I can’t believe you’d tell Naoaki of our honeymoon.”

“No, Naoya! That’s not what it is! It’s me, it’s Y/N—” you gasp, angry at this point. “Oh, I always hate it when you’re this stubborn!”

And that seemed to be the end of it; or more like the beginning of it all, believing you were not only sentenced to live out the rest of your life in Naoaki’s body (or until the effects of this distasteful act dissipated, God knows when that will be) but also suffering the great dent this happening struck onto your marriage.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to yell, kick, punch—everything, yet nothing at the same time. Feeling powerless, foolish, and infuriated that nothing had gone your way since this started.

It seemed to be a punishment for something you had yet to be held accountable for, but that will be something to ponder on about later after you got away from everything and cooled down.

So, careless of the gasps demanding you stay, you begin to make your way towards the door, placing your hand over the edge and more than ready to just get the hell away from everyone—

But just as you were to step out the room, you hear Naoya murmur something underneath his breath, something that causes you to turn around and scowl, deep in disbelief (and pain) that he still had more to belittle you with!

“What is it now?!” you gasp.

“I can’t believe it.” Naoya says—yet, his words don’t have that same burning anger as before, nor mocking nature…

“What now? Haven’t you had enough of making fun of me?!” you lament.

“No fucking way…” He continues. “This… can’t be true.”

“Fine, keep thinking I told Naoaki about—”

“It is you.”

“How—what?!” now you’re confused. “Why should I think you—believe me?”

Want to know what gave it away for Naoya to unexpectedly trust your words?

It wasn’t anything outrageous, nor “other-worldly” as it seemed. Really, it all came down to one simple thing, the same one he always teases you about, or in this case, the one he never liked to see, for it always made him feel guilty, rushing to do everything in his power to make you happy:

Your pout.

Naoya could recognize that look anywhere, from a picture to your voice, even from a thousand miles…

And now, in his brother’s body.

Because there’s only one person that would have that same pouty look on their face, the one that is made seconds before you wanted to cry, or when you’re tired of Naoya’s relentless teasing.

You.

Who would’ve known that’s all it took for him to believe you?

“Naoya—what?” Mariya blinks, fearfully placing the pieces together. “Don’t tell me this—is she…. He…”

“I wasn’t lying…” you say, and this makes your ladies gasp.

“When did this happen?” Naoya continues, making his way over to you. “How—how?”

“I wish I knew.” Naoaki adds. “It’s been nothing but a continuous nightmare ever since it happened.”

“Wait, does that mean… the day I returned… you…” Your husband frightfully begins, the implications worse than anything he’d ever imagined—

But Haruko being the only one to openly state them.

“ALL THIS TIME I’VE BEEN SERVING NAOAKI?!” she yells before suddenly fainting, her sister quick to catch her body while Mariya rushes out the room in search of anything that could help her recover swiftly—perhaps her own way to deal with the shocking revelation.

“So whenever we… were together…”

“Don’t say it.” You say, scowling out of disgust. “We don’t have to.”

Naoya suddenly turns to face Naoaki.

“You better not have done anything weird with her body!”

“Why me? Ask your wife, since you two are nothing but perverts…”

“Naoaki!” you gasp, flustered.

“Did you do anything, Y/N?” Naoya asks, slowly turning over to see you—it’s subtle, but still there. Your husband is jealous.

… it’s a bit cute, alright.

“No, of course not.” You breathe. “Although I have to admit… certain things were very difficult to do.”

“Like what, Y/N?” he insists, you shake your head.

“… please don’t make me say it.”

“Well then, I won’t” Naoya responds—for now. “But then… how did this happen?”

“As we’re telling you, we don’t know.” Naoaki continues. “It happened right after I came back from a mission.”

“Backtrack your steps, what did you do as soon as you got here?” Naoya asks; he’s going to get to the bottom of this, whatever it takes.

Naoaki knew he wouldn’t like it, but honestly, he doesn’t care anymore; he wants to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

“I met up with Y/N to give her some mochi I brought—we both ate the whole box and then I started feeling sleepy.”

“Me too.” You add. “It was so sudden too, I mean, sure I ate allot but I wasn’t that tired before—”

And then, as if it were the most obvious thing, it all clicks.

“The mochi!” you and Naoaki gasp in unison.

Why it never occurred to either, that’s something they don’t even know themselves; perhaps because they never considered something so small and delicious could offer such a big threat, but now that it was brought forward, it wouldn’t take long for Naoya to begin his investigation, trailing down the store Naoaki brought the mochi from and soon finding out that indeed they were tampered with.

According to the vendor, he immediately recognized Naoaki as member of the prestigious Zen’in clan, and wanting to cause some havoc, perhaps get some monetary gain out of it (knowing well they’d come to him in due time) decided to give him mochi imbued with his cursed technique and let everything else fall in place.

But of course, Naoya wasn’t one to easily fall into demands of others, so after enough… persuasion, the man quickly worked to reverse his technique, creating an antidote mixed with the victim’s cursed energy and to be taken the same way the mochi were.

Preparations for the whole ordeal afterwards were quick, to the point where you and Naoaki ironically wondered why they hadn’t considered telling Naoya in the first place, although the latter was far more intrigued by the way his brother handled the situation.

While skepticism was certainly on the table, the one thing Naoaki did not expect was the kindness in which Naoya treated you. There were aspects of the nature he knew of in his interactions with you, but they were always with some level of… adoration, softness, as if he were truly overwhelmed for you and not for the hindrances this might present towards him.

Even if he desperately wanted to be with you like that. And given the way you sulked around the estate, you too desired so.

Certainly… the two showed to be far more than what he initially perceived, from a relationship he thought made of interest, with Naoya being the domineering one… Naoaki found out that there were actual feelings in between—love, he might dare to say, from both sides.

Maybe he did wrong in judging him so harshly. Maybe not. Who knows.

All that he knows is that after the antidote worked, things began to fall back into place at the estate, you going back to your usual responsibilities, and him his—travelling off to somewhere he hadn’t even heard of, getting you souvenirs along the way, which now made him feel silly compared to the amount of gifts Naoya would get you in turn.

… Well, maybe not everything went back to normal.

“What’s this?” Naoya says, looking down at the bag Naoaki handed to him.

“Just something I got on the last place I was deployed to.”

“Uh… that’s nice, I guess.” He says, not really interested. Yet.

“It’s for you.”

“Me?” He frowns. “Why?”

“I don’t know—maybe I had a change of heart.” Is all that he says before he turns around and leaves your husband alone.

Later on, Naoya tells you of this occurrence, voicing how confused this whole subject made him. You wondered if he did anything to him while he was… “switched.”

He denies so, before making you promise him to never bring up the matter again. You oblige with a laugh.

Extra 1:

This succession is one that would mostly be kept as a secret amongst those involved, for the sake of saving everyone explanations to give.

However, there were those that remained skeptical, such as Haruko, who would occasionally prod at you, just to check if you were truly yourself again, to which you’d respond by teasing her, scaring her with the idea that you were still Naoaki and oh the things that you’ll do in this body!

“Bet you’re happy you’re back, isn’t it?” Hitomi would tease back, one of the many ways she’d defend her sister, when not laughing along, of course. “You and Naoya sure did lots of “catching up” when that happened…. perverts”

“Hey that’s—” you stammer, before turning bright red. “That’s not true…”

But you didn’t fool anyone; in fact, as soon as you were back in your body, you and Naoya did all of the things you wanted to do as soon as he was back—and probably even more, to the point where your staff had to intervene, asking Naoya to leave you alone for bit because you still had other things to tend to.

“I’m just making sure my beloved wife is truly back to her usual self.” Naoya would say. “In all ways, not just physical”

They all knew better than to insist, more so because the next time they do, they might see something they wouldn’t want to, probably scar them for life too—yet they couldn’t deny their happiness to see the two back together again. After seeing how desolate you were without him, and him without you, it was a well-deserved break.

“Gross.” Hitomi would cringe, before laughing once more.

Extra 2:

“Naoya.” You murmur, snuggling close to him. It was the last night he’d be at the estate before he went, yet again, onto another mission. This time promises to be shorter than the others, but it still doesn’t mean you’re any happy for it.

“Yes, my love?”

“I was thinking…”

“That’s a dangerous thing to do.”

You pout, Naoya chuckles, kissing the top of your head as he wraps his arms around you.

“Anyways… I was thinking about that thing that happened to us…”

“The… body switching thing?”

“Yeah, and it came to me something I didn’t even consider.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, you know how they say soulmates can find each other no matter what they look like, right?”

“Right…” Naoya says; getting a mixture of feelings, first, guilty that this theory wasn’t applicable to him anymore. He should’ve recognized you the moment he saw you! And yet…

Secondly, because something in his mind told him you were planning something… unexpected—but what? And does he even want to know?

Maybe.

“So, I was just wondering… would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“What the—what the fuck?” he exclaims, laughing nervously. “Where did this come from??”

“Oh, come on!” you chuckle. “I’d love you, I’d have you in a nice little tank or whatever it’s called, decorated with all kinds of plants, homegrown so they won’t have anything weird in them, so you can eat to your hearts delight, as well as put you your anime shows so you wouldn’t get bored!”

“You’re weird…” he laughs.

“I’d probably take you out on a walk too, have like a small box I can carry so we can go around the city, let you out in the park, all that stuff” you continue, completely invested in the idea. “Sounds nice, right?”

“But if I were a worm… then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you the way you love so much—although I think I can manage if I really get in—”

“Eww!! No! Stop it! Nope! Don’t be weird about it!” you whine, fidgeting against him in efforts to get away from his uncalled suggestions, but he just laughs, holding you in place while snaking one of his hands down to your ass and firmly squeezing it. “Don’t—don’t touch me after saying something so gross!’

“Hey, you started it! I was just following you along.”

“It was just a joke!” You whine, he continues to laugh, peppering kisses on your face until you eventually accept your fate and stop fighting him.

He continues doing the same, eventually quieting down to complete silence. After a few seconds of cuddling together, your husband speaks up again.

“Even if you were a rock, I’d always love you.” Naoya admits.

“…Would I be a cute rock?”

“The hottest rock.” He kisses you once again, you roll your eyes at his lewdness, as if you weren’t expecting to do that one last time before he left, before laughing and kissing him. “I love you.”

😏 I guess that's my take on how Naoya would answer the worm question, not that anybody asked but hey, it is what it is hahaha

Also, this was all for laughing sake's, Y/N would immediately tell Naoya about the whole thing 😂 she'd be persistent cause she aint about missing her wifely duties!! But outside of that, Naoya was very, veryyyyy jealous when he heard about the whole thing—want to know what he worried for the most though? Y/N thinking Naoaki's dick was bigger or something hahahah oof rest assured, she likes his better :)

Anyways, this was certainly very, very different from other asks I've got to answer! I really liked trying something new :> I know I deviated a bit from your idea, but I still hope you were able to enjoy it!! It's just what came to me at the moment 🤔 hehe.

Once again, thank you so much for this 🥺❤️ Take care and hope to see you soon!!

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[parasytte]

Hiii it's me again, sleepy anon. I'm gonna be honest your OCs have me in a choke hold and I love your writing, so needless to say I think of little scenarios at school when I get bored. Anyways this is another one with Yan jock+cheerleader (they are the ones who have the biggest hold on me).

Anyways what would happen if reader started leaning into the two's touch more and more. Like they start hugging back, leaning onto one's shoulder when they sit next to them, holding their hand instead of just basically being a limp fish. When Casey starts talking they doesn't stare off into space, wondering what brought them here. Instead they listen, talk to him, and even ask questions. No longer pushing them away when they cling to reader.

What if the even went as far as asking for it/looking for it. Like asking for a hug, or randomly holding one's hand.

I'm gonna be honest I can basically see Casey squealing into his pillow while doing the leg kicks (if ykyk).

Anyways this was just a thought I got at 3rd period this morning and I have a ton more of these that come to me when I get bored. Lemme know if you want more cause they have been living rent free since I found you page.

Have a great day/night. (Sorry for any spelling mistakes I usually don't see them at first most of the time even when I go back and proof read)

-sleepy anon <3

I LOVE U SLEEPY ANON !!! i love ur reqs so much !!!!!!!!

to answer your question ,, if reader were to start leaning more into their touch they would definitely notice it !! i imagine casey would notice first because he's the more observant one of the two. casey most definitely goes home and squeals into his pillow while kicking his legs, and elijah gets the biggest, dumbest smile on his face when he catches onto it.

and omg if you go as far as to like, seek out their affection ??? they. are. so. happy!!!!!! thank the heavens you're finally out of that "what do you mean we're dating ive never talked to you in my life", hard-to-get act and are finally warming up to them !! you've made them the happiest guys in the world !!!

thank you so much for the compliments !!!! and send in as many thoughts/ideas as you want, seeing you in my inbox makes my day !!! <3

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[lively-potter]

— moon struck ; part 5

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 1.5k

— intro , part one, part two, part three, part four

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

river's pov ; two days later ; six am

Sullenly staring at Jungkook's unread text messages on my phone, guilt bubbled within my veins.

Two days ago, when we exchanged numbers, I had only replied once.

And that was all.

I was too nervous to even text him.

And I felt bad for ignoring him when he didn't do anything wrong – and I was sure to get yet another lecture for my behavior once Corey found out.

It was only a matter of time before Jungkook would come and drop off Moon before he went to work...and I didn't know what to do.

Sighing lowly, I hesitantly opened his message – one he had sent yesterday and gulped.

jungkook: how r u?

Something inside me fluttered at his words, but I pushed those feelings to the back of my mind, to a place I would more than likely never visit unless I was in the middle of a midnight mental breakdown.

I didn't like to allow myself to feel much.

Not even back when I was a young teenager.

I had never experienced love...or romantic feelings towards anyone.

Sure, I loved my family and my friends but romantic feelings...yeah no.

I was better off alone, or so I told myself.

My thumbs tapped lightly on the screen of my cell phone as I sat, cross legged, on the floor beside Sang and a couple of seven-year-olds. I sent a smile to the happy kids and handed them the baby dolls they asked for.

me: I'm great. How are you?

I bit down on my lip, debating whether or not my text was too unfeeling. I rolled my eyes at my conscience and typed out another message.

me: also, I'm sorry for the late reply. I was up late last night finishing up another order for later today and my phone died. I hope you and Moon have been well.

There.

Now my stupid guilty conscience can take a rest.

"You okay, Rivvy?"

I snapped out of my of daze and stashed my phone in my pocket.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the familiar matte black Audi R8 park in front of the daycare center and paled.

"Uh, yeah..." I muttered under my breath, feeling the air expelled from my lungs at the sight of Jungkook, dressed in a pair of black pants with red lining down the legs with a matching top.

As always, his hair was effortlessly styled and another pair of black chunky combat boots accentuated his figure and fashion.

I distantly wondered how many pairs of combat boots the man owned and wondered if I could ever pick up the nerve to ask him where he got them so I could get a pair for myself.

I was embarrassed to say that Jungkook and Moon had better style than me.

I preferred to wear clothing that hid my figure...so I wouldn't feel people staring at me all the time.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet and hurrying away when Jungkook opened the back door and disappeared inside the car.

"I'm just... going to...check on the cupcakes! Yeah, that's it!" I snapped my fingers, ignoring Sang's blank stare on my back.

In the background, across the room, Brett's roaring laughter was heard.

"You can only hide for so long, Rivvy!" Brett called after my scampering figure. I waved her off and skidded inside the kitchen. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I quickly shook off the trepidation of opening the text message that came through.

I know, Brett—no need to remind me.

I groaned and tugged the sleeves of my oversized sweatshirt over my hands and ducked down. You freaking coward.

I gnawed nervously on my lip when the door opened and Moon's excited squeals entered the room. The nervous lip-biting washed away at her happy squeals and my heart quickened in happiness.

Awww.

"Hey, sweet little Moon!" I heard Sang coo in the other room, "I've missed seeing your adorable little face."

Moon gurgled happily, another happy screech leaving her little body. "Riv! Riv! Riv!" her cute little voice chirped over and over. I could barely contain the awed noise that left my lips after she called out to me.

All I wanted to do was leave my hiding spot and cuddle the little cute baby.

My lips thinned nervously at Jungkook's rumbling chuckle. "You'll see her soon, baby. Okay?"

"Awwww! Lemme hold you, little Moon!" Brett exclaimed happily, more than likely already trying to hold Moon.

A cute angry cry left Moon.

"No!" Moon's favorite word other than 'Da' left her, "Wan' Riv! Da! Wan' Riv!"

A victorious snicker left my lips at Moon's blatant refusal of Brett holding her echoed throughout the room. I slowly left my hiding spot to quietly sneak my way to the oven, where the cupcakes were inside baking.

The smell of chocolate was in the air, and within a couple more minutes, they would be done.

The conversation happening in the other room left my mind as I put my focus in getting the cupcakes out of the oven, and onto the rack to cool. I'd have to decorate them later since the order was due tomorrow.

Mrs. Goode's daughter Sarah, the girl we had watched over a couple of times, had a birthday party tomorrow at five, and I'd promised Mrs. Goode that I would have them all ready.

I still had a couple more rounds to make, but I'd get it done even if I had to be up the entire night.

Sarah was such a sweet kid, and I put all my time and effort into making sure she had the perfect little cupcakes for her party.

While my back was turned, the kitchen door opened behind me. Obliviously, I slid on one oven mitt and maneuvered the cupcake pan out of the oven.

"Those cupcakes smell good." a husky voice spoke up suddenly from behind me. Being caught off guard, my heart shot out of my butt.

A shriek of pain left my lips the moment I jumped, the cupcake pan falling to the floor, and in my haste to save them, the mitt fell off my tiny hand and I grabbed the searing hot pan with my bare hands.

My hands burned like I was touching an open flame. Quickly I threw the pan on top of the oven and looked at my burning hands.

"Ow!"

"Holy fuck –" I heard Jungkook mutter from behind me. Instantly, his tattooed hands were on either side of my biceps, and twirling me around to face him. My head was turned downward, so I didn't see his face as he took both of my injured hands in his and observed them closely. "I'm so sorry — I–I didn't mean to scare you." his sad apologetic voice tugged at my heartstrings. I bit my lip as he led me over to the sink and held my hands underneath the icy cold water.

His front was firmly, closely pressed against my back, huddled towards me as his thumbs gently ran over my red palms.

I flushed a deep red at being so close to him and allowed him to continue to hold my hands under the steady stream of water. My head fell back, against my wishes, mind you, and rested on his rest.

The top of my head only met his pec.

Unknowingly, I allowed myself to bask in his touch, enjoying the way he was so close to me.

No man had ever been this close to me.

Ever.

And I liked it.

But I didn't want to like it as much as I did.

"I'm sorry, River." his guilty voice snapped me from my thoughts when the burning sensations dulled. "I swear I didn't mean to."

I licked at my dry lips, glad I wasn't facing him so he could see my blushed cheeks. "I-it's okay." I trailed off, "I should have been paying more attention." I added, not understanding why I wanted to reassure him.

"Still," he murmured, thumbs lazily rubbing circles along with my wrist. And I let him. The heat radiating off of him warmed my chilled body and I unconsciously snuggled against him.

Seeing this, Jungkook smiled above me and pressed closer, warming my body with his. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I-I don't mind," he suggested kindly.

Words left us. Jungkook and I only stood in front of the sink, water still running over my hands, both unwilling to part from one another.

While my head continued to rest against his pec, I couldn't help but wonder just why I was feeling...whatever this feeling was when I was near him – or even when I thought about him.

I didn't want to feel this...right?

This was something I had been agonizing over for months, and I was no closer to figuring it out than when I first tried to work through it.

Anxiety stole my breath away and I struggled to catch it back.

I wasn't ready for this.

And I wasn't sure I ever would be.

author's note ; ✨

hiiiii ~ ❤️✨

Thanks so much for reading!

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[abeautylives]

a/n: This is a little different than my other works, Nic is my first original character but I couldn’t resist continuing their story. I’d say it’s necessary to read Something About You before you dive into this one!

pairing: Jakexfemale!OC

word count: 14.7k (oops)

summary: Bound together by family, pushed apart by stubborn resistance, what can he do to make her feel his love?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, drinking, mentions of sex, BIG ANGST, explicit sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, edging, light choking, not fluffy but a lot of love, JOSH WEDDING

“I’m really no good at dancing, maybe I should just sit this one out.” She’s already tugging him toward a small dance floor, a distinct sway in her step that has his eyes drawn to the way it’s making her ass move.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do most of the work, handsome.”

Most of the work winds up consisting of pressing her body against his until he’s trying to hide his hard-on, but once her ass is pushed into his hips it’s game over.

Back leaned into his chest, she cranes her neck to whisper into the warm skin of his cheek, “You wanna take me home, pretty boy?” The way his hands are gripping her hip bones tells her everything she needs to know, that yes, he absolutely does but his reply tells her that he’s not ready to give her the upper hand.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Back in the booth, his hands find her body often, one creeping its way from her knee to her thigh before it’s tucked between them, the other reaching across himself to touch her arm or place fingertips to her jaw, turning her face to his.

Outside the bar, she pulls him in and he doesn't resist, lips finding each other in the dark as others try not to observe.

In his bedroom, he watches her eyes go wide once he’s bared to her but he’s sure that she is the most enticing thing held within these four walls, soft curves and a sharp tongue and all his for the night. He sucks a hiss through clenched teeth and a tight jaw when her fingers, small and delicate compared to his own, wrap themselves around him.

Into his ear, she’s whispering again. “You gonna fuck me, Jake?”

“You think you can handle me, babe?”

Her fingers release him to trail over the length of him, base to the tip, certainly not a short journey.

“I know I can, but can you handle me?”

Looking back, the correct answer was probably no. But it hadn’t stopped Jake from trying, for a while. Months, actually, until things went south between his brother and her best friend. She’d chosen sides, as she should have but even though Jake had chosen the same side, she had still deemed him guilty by association.

By the time Josh had come to terms and his senses, with Jake’s assistance, she had moved on. By the time Josh had invited him to a “family dinner” to meet Little Sam, Jake had moved on.

“Josh, it’s gonna be fine. Plus, I’m great with kids. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

His brother is frantically flitting between his living room and kitchen, watching the food on the stove and moving furniture fractions of an inch in an effort to make them “safer”.

“I’m not worried about you. This is my kid we’re talking about, I have to make sure he can’t get hurt.”

It’s still kind of strange, hearing Josh refer to himself as a dad, but Jake has no problem taking the credit for pushing him to that decision.

“He’s not a baby, he’s four years old. And I’m still pissed you didn’t let me come to his birthday party, by the way.” Sam had been introduced to the remaining Kiszka brothers via stories and photos, and Jake had even called to wish him a happy birthday, but the whole situation had still been new.

“Yeah, well, he was still getting used to having me around. We figured one Kiszka was plenty for the time being. And Nic was there…”

Nic. Nicole. Best friend to the love of Josh’s life, honorary aunt to his child. Jake’s one that got away. Sort of.

“I’m an adult, I can handle being in the same room as someone I used to hook up with.”

“Well thank god for that, because she’s coming over with them.”

Jake had been deep inside her, fingertips digging into her thighs, listening to her moan incoherent words from above him, her hips rolling in his lap when her phone rang. And rang, and kept ringing until she reached over him to grab it from her nightstand. He’d groaned when she slid off of him and climbed from his lap to sit on the edge of the bed, but he could hear the sobbing breaths coming from her phone before his started ringing from the floor, still in the front pocket of his discarded jeans. He’d left the room to make sense of his brother’s yelling before he too was crying over the line.

That morning hadn’t been the last time they spoke, but it was the last time they fucked. They had argued, mildly, on their counterparts’ behalf before Jake came to realize that he wasn’t fully landing on his brother’s side. He’d told Nic as much, tried to get her back in his bed, but when she started to ignore his calls he also realized that she’d never been his to claim.

“Great. Can’t wait. Stop moving that fucking table please.”

Josh’s nervous energy is crawling its way under Jake’s skin until he’s feeling the same way. What if Nic doesn’t want to see him, or worse, what if Sam doesn’t like him? Part of his worry dissolves as the little boy bounds through the front door and runs straight for Josh, yelling his name. Jake watches his twin crouch to Sam’s level and then scoop him off the ground and swing him around.

“I missed you bud! Hey, someone wants to meet you.” With Sam on his hip, Josh turns in Jake’s direction. “It’s Uncle Jake!”

Sam’s mom makes a strangled noise that she tries to cover with the back of her hand over her mouth. Uncle is not a word they had discussed, but there are matching wide grins on the faces of the men in front of her, one holding her child and the other reaching his arms out for him.

“Uncle Jake!” Sam is giggling wildly as he’s transferred onto Jake’s hip and Jake is tickling his side, laughing out Little Sam!

“Well that’s cute.” Nic’s voice cuts through the laughter as she stands back to observe, arms crossed over her chest. When Jake’s eyes land on hers, they’re already narrowed in his direction but there’s a small smile gracing her lips and it doesn’t look forced. He knows that if she’d let it stretch just a little further, let her teeth peek through, it would be beautiful.

“I’m not cute, I’m hamsom. Mommy? I’m hamsom right?”

“Yeah, me too. I’m not cute, I’m handsome.” Jake’s eyes are still watching Nic’s face closely, “Right Nicole?”

“Fishing for compliments now, Jake? Doesn’t seem like your style.”

Josh is quick to remove himself from whatever is about to occur between the two of them, taking Sam from Jake’s arms and telling him he’s got a surprise waiting in the living room, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand to pull her that direction.

“You may be right, but I seem to recall having received that particular compliment from you once or twice before. It’s okay to admit it, babe.”

“Don’t.” She sounds serious, so Jake swallows his next retort. “Look, it’s been like, almost a year. We can be friends, right?”

My twin brother has practically adopted your best friend’s kid as his own.

“Yeah, sure. Friends who’ve known each other biblically.” Did not mean to say that.

Her eyes roll hard but it only reminds him of watching them roll back from above her, her body being pushed closer and closer to his headboard.

“Grow up. I’m begging.”

“I like it when you beg.” God, shut up.

He can’t seem to help himself around her. It’s been so long since they’ve shared the same space, and it turns out that he can’t handle it as well as he’d told his brother that he could. He doesn’t try to call her back when she sighs and turns away from him to step toward the living room.

He does try to call her a few days later. And the day after that, and the day after that. When she finally answers, it’s not without a huff of frustration and a sharp what can I do for you, Jacob?

It’s an interesting question, what can she do for him? Why is he even calling?

“I’ve just been thinking about you.”

She laughs and the sound crawls into his ear, bounces around his brain and triggers a rush of dopamine, despite it not being particularly joyful. He can feel his lips set into a grim line when her laughter becomes boisterous at his expense.

“Why is that so funny, Nic?”

“Why is it so funny? Seriously? Tell the truth, Jake. What have you been thinking about?”

He considers honesty for a moment, considers telling her he wishes he’d spent more time getting to know her than he did getting her naked, but he tells her the truth she’s expecting instead.

“I’ve been thinking about that thing that you do with your tongue, when you-“

“I knew it. Isn't there anyone else you can call when you’re horny?”

Another interesting question. Of course there is, any number of women that would’ve answered the first time he called and probably been on their way before he even mentioned a need for a warm body wrapped around him. But…

“No one’s as good as you.”

“I know that, Kiszka. Ya know what? Sure. Be here in half an hour, before I change my mind.”

Forty-three minutes later, her legs are thrown over his shoulders and he’s inches away from tasting the arousal glistening on her skin. Her hips are already moving, seeking him out while he watches her writhe, her hands sunk into his hair trying to pull him in. Before they succeed, he murmurs up to her, his breath teasing over her cunt that’s begging for him.

“Hey Nic?”

“What.” He’s looking up the length of her body from the floor, laid out against her couch, her head thrown back and her arms flexing as her muscles work to draw him closer. When he doesn’t respond, her head snaps up to find him smirking between her legs.

“I missed you.”

“Please occupy your mouth before you say something else stupid.”

He lets her pull him in as her head falls back again, his tongue lapping over her core in broad, savoring swipes. It’s been a while since he’s had her like this, but he remembers that even though she likes sex a little rough, she likes this done soft and slow. She won’t admit it, but he’s always gotten the feeling that she likes to be treated delicately despite the tough girl shtick. The way she’s whimpering his name, lost in the way his tongue is rolling over her clit, tells him that he’s probably right.

Drawing her slowly toward release, he can feel when she’s close as her hips start to move in tandem with his mouth and he resists pulling away to ask her to let go, to cum for him, because he knows that she will. It won’t be for him though, it’ll be because she wants it and she’s going to have it.

When she reaches that peak, the tumble to the other side of it is as leisurely as the journey toward it, and the string of quiet words slipping from her lips no longer includes his name. Her grip in his hair loosens until she lets her hands fall to the cushions at her sides. He doesn’t stop moving his tongue and lips over her until she places a palm against his forehead and pushes him away.

“M’not done, gimme one more.” She yelps as he moves back in and sucks her clit past his lips. The second comes quickly and hits harder than the first, and this time she can’t keep his name from digging its way out from her throat. The desperate cry is like a fist to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs.

Rising from his knees, he stands and lifts her nearly limp body from the couch and into his arms. She doesn’t resist throwing her own around his neck and allowing him to carry her down the hall and into her bedroom, and when he lays her against the sheets and pushes her to flip to her stomach, she knows he wants her on her knees.

Instead of complying, she rolls back over and finds a look of confusion contorting his face.

“I’m feeling generous, Kiszka. Come kiss me.”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. She hadn’t allowed him to kiss her when he’d arrived, not on the lips but she’d let him drag his across her skin as he’d removed her clothes. He doesn’t question her reassessment now as the remainder of his own clothes hit the floor, and once he’s naked he’s quick to settle himself between her legs and press his lips to hers.

Her hands make their way from a light grip on his hips to splayed out at the top of his back, her palms making a slow journey to their destination as her mouth opens to him.

They’ve done this dance before and they both know why she’d extended the invitation, so when he reaches between their bodies to grip his cock and run the head of it through the slick moisture still leaking from her cunt, she sighs against his lips. He doesn’t break away to ask if she’s ready, if she’s sure, her body tells him everything he needs to know as he slips inside it.

Slip is not quite the word, he’s rocking his body into hers as he eases inside slowly.

“Jesus, Jake…”

He grunts in response, against the side of her neck as he sinks in to the hilt.

“We both know how well you can take it, babe.” He pulls his hips away in retreat before snapping them back into her. “So take it.”

A long, low moan pours past her lips, drawn out by his words and the quick rhythm he’s setting. Once he’s moving inside her, the urge to chase down his own end is consuming him. She’s tight, wet and hot and meeting his thrusts, pushing up to him from the mattress.

“Jake…”

The sound of his name causes him to falter mid-stroke but when he finds his stride again, there’s urgency and desperation driving his muscles.

“Jake…” She’s looking for a response but he can hardly hear her through the sound of blood rushing in his head. “Jake.”

“What baby?” His tone carries authority but the tremor in his voice and the wild look in his eyes as he lifts his chest from hers is very telling.

“Slow down.” She lifts a hand to push the hair away from his face, tucks it behind his ear and draws her fingertips down the side of his neck. “Slow down…”

“What?” She may have whispered it, and he may be confused by her command but he heard it clearly and his body obeys as her fingers travel over his collarbone.

“Are you about to cum?” One of her eyebrows is quirked up as if she’s actually asking, as if she doesn’t know the answer. His hips have slowed and every inch of him feels it when she clenches around him.

“Fuck, yes, I’m there I’m gonna-“

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do it, Jakey. Not yet.”

He thinks to himself that she must be joking, he’s literally seconds away and she’s telling him not to, in that deep drawl she’d used on him the first time they met. His eyes are squeezed shut as his head drops forward and his hips slow to a stop.

“Good boy.” It elicits a soft whimper that he doesn’t allow to escape his mouth. “Now fuck me slow, make me cum again first.”

She hums against his lips when he lifts his head and presses them hard against hers, the hum turns into another soft moan as he rocks into her before propping himself up and breaking the kiss. Shifting onto his knees, he brings a hand under her jaw and squeezes until it drops open, his thumb pressed onto her tongue in a small display of what remains of his dominance. Unwilling to give up her own, she closes her lips and sucks, swirls her tongue over the pad of his finger before releasing it as a groan ripples from his throat.

Her back arches softly as soon as he touches her over sensitive skin and he’s silently praying that it means she’ll cum for him quickly, he’s already barely hanging on. Drawing light circles over her clit and moving his hips slowly, his bottom lip is tucked tight between his teeth when she starts murmuring below him.

“Just like that, you’re so good for me aren’t you?” She’s watching him closely, taking in the way his eyes are shut tight again and his breathing seems barely controlled. She lets her own eyes drift closed as he continues to do exactly what she’d demanded of him, fucking into her almost sweetly as he draws her closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“C’mon babe, cum for me please, I can’t-“

“Don’t you dare. I’m almost there, just keep going.”

Something akin to a strangled sob leaves his mouth but she starts to meet his thrusts again with her own and he can feel her body clamping down around him as he adds pressure to the swirls he’s painting between her legs.

He holds his breath when it breaks, when all of her muscles go taut and her back leaves the bed, and he keeps moving his thumb over her though he has to still his hips to stop himself from breaking with her. Aside from one soft call of his name, she lets it roll through her quietly and when she reopens her eyes, he’s motionless.

“Jake…” It’s a quiet call that he’s sure he can feel the vibration of through the thick air between them. His own eyes open and focus on her face, flushed and beautiful, and the breath he’s been holding rushes from his lungs. “Go ahead and let go for me.” Her lips turn up into a soft smile. He lowers himself over her and pulls a kiss from them before resting his forehead against hers.

Already peering over the ledge, he rocks his hips into her twice before he falls. He lets his body collapse onto hers, she runs her fingers through the dampened strands of hair at the base of his neck when his face tucks into hers. He trails a line of kisses over her shoulder before slipping himself from her cunt and rolling to lay beside her, one arm extended up to rest beneath his head.

They both stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathe into the otherwise still air. She breaks the silence first.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Hm?”

“I kinda missed you too.”

As time passed, it morphed into a here and there situation reminiscent of how it had begun. With no rules, no labels, nothing but a palpable need for one another. All appeared as the definition of casual, but as he’s been known to do, their shared nephew changed things.

“Uncle Jake?” The tiny voice calls up to him from the floor of his brother’s living room while a, quite frankly, weird cartoon plays on the tv.

From his place on the couch, Jake replies, “Yeah buddy?”

“Is Auntie Nic your girlfriend?”

Jake’s head shoots up from its reclined position against the cushion. “What? Who told you that?”

Sam is turned away from the tv now, eyeing his uncle with the type of curiosity only a five year old can express. “No one.”

Straightening to sit and lean forward, elbows resting on his knees, Jake initiates a staring contest with the little boy in front of him. His little face, so similar to his mother’s, gives nothing away. “Why are you asking?”

“Well is she?”

No. Not really. I mean, not at all. Maybe, if I asked her to be. Wait, why am I about to debate this with a preschooler?

“No, Auntie Nic is not my girlfriend.”

“Well how come I saw you kissing her? Like a buncha times.”

The question is innocent enough. He’s certainly kissed her a number of times, probably with the kid around but suddenly he feels like a kid, caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ya know what Sam, that’s an excellent question but you should mind your own business. You’re worse than your dad. Watch your show.”

Sam simply shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the screen, but Jake finds that he can focus on its contents even less than before as his mind races.

Jake: What are you doing tonight?

Her reply is not immediate, but it rarely is.

Nic: hmmm that depends

Jake: On what?

Nic: oh a number of things, lover boy

Nic: but if you’re offering to buy me a drink and make me cum, then I’m free as a bird

He’s watching her flirt with the bartender, as she always does. Pretty sure that they’ve hooked up before, he tamps down the bubbling jealousy that’s warming his cheeks but she notices the pinkish hue.

“Something wrong, Jake?” She knows the answer but loves to see him squirm.

“Nah, but do you have to flirt with her in front of me? Don’t even have the decency to wait until I turn my back.”

“Is decent a word you would really use to describe me?” There’s laughter in her eyes as she smirks into her beer and sets it down on the bar.

He moves in, crowding her space and pushing her back against the wood, face close enough to hers that she can feel his words float across her lips. “Give it a rest, babe. I know you have it in you to be sweet to me.” He pauses to press a kiss to her cheek, another to her jaw before nudging the tip of her nose with his. “Be a good girl and stop giving fuck me eyes to your ex-girlfriend while I’m around.”

She likes it when he’s a little territorial, made clear by the way her pupils dilate and her hips move forward to push into his, but they truly never let one another maintain a grasp on the upper hand for too long. She leans closer and flicks the tip of her tongue over the hoop in his earlobe before whispering, “She was never my girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends. Or boyfriends. I think you know that.” Pulling back to take in his expression, heavy eyelids paired with perfect lips slightly turned down at the corners, she finishes with a clipped “babe”.

Their time at the bar doesn’t last longer than two drinks. Her statement had felt like a challenge and he could feel his body’s objection to it crawling beneath the surface of his skin. In her apartment, with her body pressed between his own and the front door, he can feel that objection bleeding from his pores as it spills from his mouth on a ragged breath.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

Her reply is a soft whine as his tongue and lips play against the skin just behind her earlobe.

Whispering into it, he requests again, “Say you’re mine.”

“Jake…” The hesitation in her voice is apparent and it cuts through him like a knife. “I can’t.” Even as her words reject him, her mouth seeks his out and he lets it find him. With lips pushed together and fingers wrapped in one another’s tangled hair, his body objects again as he uses his grip to pull her face away.

Her cheeks are flushed and her chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as his eyes search hers. She doesn’t push him away, doesn’t let her hands fall from their home in the hair at the back of his head.

“Nic…” Her eyes bounce around his features and he watches as half-lowered lids open wide at his next words. “I’m yours.” Her mouth opens and closes again as she offers nothing in return, but it doesn’t deter him. “I think… I’m in lo-“

She cuts him off, pulling him back in and coaxing his lips apart to slip her tongue over his. He knows she doesn’t want to hear what he wants to say, knows she doesn’t want to say what he wants to hear, so he drops it. For now. Mouths still connected, he bends enough to grip the backs of her thighs and lift her into his arms.

Neither speaks as he carries her to her room, they stay silent as he lowers her to stand in front of him, no words are needed or exchanged as they pull and push the clothing from each other’s bodies with not-so-subtle urgency. When she tugs him forward and spins him to lay across her bed, only to kiss her way down his body until she’s wrapping her lips around him, he replaces the words he wants to say with words of desperate encouragement.

She’s good, the best he’s ever had, really but a lot of it stems from the sheer amount of time they’ve spent just like this. Just as he’s become attuned with exactly what makes her toes curl and eyes roll back, she’s honed her skills to his preferences and right now his fist is wrapped tightly in her hair as she takes him to the back of her throat.

“Shit, just like that.” His hips flex upward, pushing his cock even deeper which only causes her to moan around him and his grip to tighten until he’s pulling her hair at the roots. The sharp sting of it has her lifting hooded eyes to his face, only to find he’s already watching her with a devilish smirk on his lips. “You’re beautiful like this, ya know.”

It draws a chuckle from her that ripples around him and breaks her rhythm.

“Keep going babe, wanna keep watching you.” The hand locked in her tresses moves her until she’s bobbing over him again. Neither of them have any desire for him to cum this way, her need to feel him inside her is dripping from between her legs as his own need is throbbing against her tongue, but when she can’t wait any longer she has to fight against his hold to pull off of him.

He sits up to tug her to the mattress but she doesn’t let herself land there, instead she crawls over him until she’s straddling his hips.

“Baby, let me make you cum.” He’s offering his mouth or fingers to get her off, but he makes no moves to slip her out of his lap as he watches his hands trail up her thighs to skim over her hips before running them up her ribcage. They land just below her breasts and he rubs the pads of his thumbs over the soft skin there. His eyes are pleading with her to let him, but she finally speaks up only to inform him that she has slightly different plans.

“You will, I want you inside, want you to cum with me.” Pushing him to lay back again, she slides herself over his dick, painfully hard and resting against his lower stomach, to emphasize the need she’s expressing. One of his hands falls from her torso to grip himself as she lifts to hover over him, the other finds purchase on her hip. A small, whimpered fuck falls from his lips as he lines himself up and finds her soaked and slick, and he watches as he slides through it before she sinks down around him. Hands braced against his chest, she doesn’t waste time allowing either of them to adjust to the feeling before she’s rocking against him.

He lets her set the pace at first and is surprised when she keeps her movements slow to start. She’s thrown her head back and he’s dragging his eyes down the expanse of her throat, considering the possibilities. Without thinking too hard about it, he reaches a hand up to wrap loosely around it. When her head snaps up and their eyes meet, his hold on her throat tightens just slightly but his grasp on her hip turns bruising.

“Jake…” His name pushes past the light restriction of his fingertips as her body picks up speed. He questions her with the quirk of an eyebrow. “Harder.”

“That’s my girl.” At her command, he squeezes a little tighter and uses his grip to pull her down to him. Her lips pucker and attempt to meet his, but he holds her just out of reach and revels in the confusion flitting across her face. “My girl. Say it.” Punctuated with a sharp thrust, it comes out as a demand.

Lost in the feeling of him and a little less coherent than she’d been while pressed against her front door, she nods her head and hums in response. It’s close to what he’s after and he pulls her in for the kiss she’d been searching for as a reward. Meeting the roll of her hips with his own thrusts from the bed, another particularly sharp one rips a long, low moan from her chest that he swallows when it passes from her lips to his. She squeals when he releases her neck to wrap an arm around her and switch their positions, a pleasant, bubbling giggle floats up to his ears as her back hits the mattress. The warmth of it spreads through his chest before her legs are wrapped around him with a heel digging into his ass, spurring him to fuck her harder. Her sweet laughter turns into gasping breaths and huffed curses that fill the air in the room, alongside the sound of damp skin against skin.

He doesn’t press her again for the words, satisfied enough with the way his name sounds tucked between raspy expletives as she forces them past his fingers that have wrapped themselves around her neck again. Every time he adds enough pressure to silence her, he feels her cunt squeeze him in response. Interesting.

Through gritted teeth he tells her to tap him if it’s too much. Her head nods enthusiastically but he loosens his hold. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, I understand, keep going…” Her own hand comes up to push his fingertips into her skin, her body reacts in kind.

“Fuck, good fucking girl…” He’s fucking into her with deep, steady strokes and she’s sucking him in, greedy and determined to take everything he’s got to give. Confident that she’ll stop him if she needs to, but praying that she won’t, he digs his fingers in until her mouth is hanging open on a silent gasp and her body is clamped around him.

Rivulets of sweat are running down the center of his chest, her own is coated in a thin sheen of it and he briefly wonders if it’ll always be like this. Messy and covetous, will he be chasing after something he can’t have, forever? Shaking the thought away, he drops his head to watch where he’s moving inside her then runs his gaze slowly up past her flexing stomach, watches her tits bounce every time his hips slam into the backs of her thighs. When his eyes land on her face, her lips are forming words he can’t hear.

She doesn’t signal for it but he loosens his grip, she drags air into her lungs until she can rasp out another request. “Don’t stop, cum with me please!” Her own hands are wrapped around his biceps, fingernails marking his skin but she pulls one away to slide it down her torso until her fingers are spread around him between her legs, collecting her own arousal to draw up and swirl over her clit.

The whine that slips out is cut off in her throat as he gives her what she asked for. He can feel the effect of it as every part of both of their bodies seems to tighten, he can feel them reaching a breaking point.

It happens simultaneously, which he’d been pretty sure wasn’t actually possible until this moment but just as he’s about to tell her he can’t hold on any longer, her back arches violently and he’s cumming just as hard. A feral growl rumbles from deep in his chest as his hand leaves her throat so that both can grab onto her hips, pulling her into him over and over. As soon as it can be freed, his name spills over from her lips like a torrent that she couldn’t stop if she tried.

Even as it washes away, she’s murmuring it as if she has no control and it calls him to quiet her with a kiss. Her murmurs turn to a whimper against him as he drops his body and rolls them over the mattress until she’s draped over him and trailing her lips over his cheek and across his jaw. With his dick softening and still tucked inside her, she nuzzles her nose against the crook of his neck and gets comfortable.

“Babe, that was-“

“Shhh…” The air rushes past her teeth and hits the damp skin of the side of his neck, where his pulse is still pounding. “I have something to say.”

She typically says whatever she wants without preface or warning, he doesn’t ask her to continue though his curiosity is piqued.

“I’m probably a little in love with you too.” A grin that he can’t help spreads wide across his face as she props herself up to look into his eyes. “It’s kind of embarrassing, don’t tell anyone.” Her own sort of soft, lopsided grin forms on her lips and he thinks that she’s even more beautiful like this than she is with his dick in her mouth. He doesn’t want to ruin whatever is happening in this moment, but he knows he’d regret it if he didn’t at least ask.

“Can I say it?”

Her eyes roll but her smile remains. Her shoulders lift just slightly in a hesitant shrug and her chin drops with a barely-there nod and his heart feels like it’s about to beat through the solid wall of his chest. With a hand lifted to cradle her jaw, he makes sure she can’t look away.

After a deep breath in through his nose and out past his lips, he says it confidently.

“I love you.” It feels good, even as she tries to laugh it off. “Be with me.”

Her laughter stops as the smile slips from her face. “Jake, I-“

“Don’t say you can’t, why can’t you? You already are… no, please don’t Nic.” She’s pulling away, shifting off of his lap and the bed and running to the bathroom before he can get a grip on any part of her to keep her there.

He waits, defeated and anxious for a few minutes but she doesn’t emerge. Dragging himself from her bed, he pads across the room and knocks softly at the bathroom door as he rests his forehead against it.

“Can I come in? Please?” A mumbled yeah, sure comes from the other side so he opens the door slowly to find her staring at herself in the mirror, hands braced against the counter. “Nic I’m sorry, I just thought, I don’t know, you just told me you love me too. I’m confused…” Standing in the doorway, afraid to somehow make things worse by moving closer, he watches her face in the mirror as her stare doesn’t move from her own eyes. Silence falls over the small space as he holds his breath and waits.

Finally, she turns her body to face him. He’s never seen her look so unsure of herself, her normal self-confidence has been wiped from her features and even her posture. “What if this doesn’t work, Jake?”

“It does, it’s been working for almost two years. What are you afraid of?” He takes a hesitant step into the room.

“It’s bigger than just us. What if we fail, and we have to spend the rest of our lives avoiding each other at family dinners and birthday parties and, and all the other bullshit. Your brother is going to marry my best friend, I know it. She is literally a sister to me. If this doesn’t work, we have to deal with that forever.”

Another slow step and a half brings him close enough to reach out to her. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in, she allows it but doesn’t reciprocate. Whispering into the hair covering her ear, he pleads with her.

“We won’t know if we don’t try. Are you not even willing to try?” She pulls away, swiping shaky fingers under her eyes. “I love you-“

“No, stop saying that. Fuck, I should not have let you say that. I think maybe you should go.”

“You’re not serious.”

Her head is nodding as she places a palm on his chest to put distance between them. Tears slip down her cheeks as she backs away further.

The despair he’s feeling turns into a hot anger as she reaches for the towel hanging on the wall behind her and wraps it around her naked form, hiding herself from him.

“Don’t do this. I get it, if you need to think about this. I get it, I do. But you’re about to send me away and shut me out, I can feel it. Don’t fucking do this, Nic, please!” His voice raises until he’s yelling, until it breaks with a sadness that feels like it’s crushing him. She’s stoic, unmoving and unreactive. “Fuck!”

He runs his hands up through his hair, pushing it back before running them down over his face as he tries to regain control over his emotions. With eyes closed, he pulls a few grounding breaths into his lungs before opening them to look at her again. An arm is crossed over her chest, she’s successfully closed herself off but their eyes connect.

Broken already, he tries one more time. It sounds pathetic even to him. “Baby, please.”

There’s regret on her face but she simply shakes her head and sniffles, as if she has the right to be hurt by her own actions. “I’m sorry…”

Two words, small and quiet, hit him so squarely in the chest that he almost stumbles backwards. He keeps moving that direction, turning to leave the bathroom and slamming the door closed behind him, shutting her in as he pulls his clothes on. She hears the bedroom door close with a bang, followed by her front door.

He’s gone.

Jake: Hey

Jake: Josh told me not to bother. They both did actually. But I know you’re going to be at Sam’s party and since you haven’t answered ANY of my calls I just wanted to tell you that I’ll do this however you want to

Jake: If you want to ignore each other, fine. If you want to pretend nothing ever happened, fine but can you at least give me a heads up so I know what you expect of me

Two of Sam’s birthdays have passed since the day he walked out of her apartment. Jake had conveniently “fallen ill” the day of the sixth birthday party, which had been only a few weeks after their relationship that never was had ended.

He knew it would be like this. As soon as he’d made it into his car, after pounding his fists against the steering wheel and one primal yell fueled by hurt and frustration, he knew that they would suffer the exact consequences she claimed she wanted to avoid.

Their nephew turned seven a few days ago, and the party is tomorrow. A year has flown by without her, and Jake had never been more grateful for a grueling tour schedule that kept him busy and focused on the only thing that mattered to him before he knew her.

He’d called, many times in the first couple of months and then sporadically in moments of weakness in the following year. She never answered. He’s not expecting an answer now, but somehow he’s been able to evade her presence up until their inevitable reunion tomorrow and he has no idea how he’s supposed to behave or how he’s going to react.

Hours pass, and by the time he’s lying in bed he’s given up hope that she’ll respond. He almost misses it when the faint sound of his phone vibrating breaks his concentration on the words he’s reading. The book is tossed aside immediately as he stretches to grab the phone, her name gracing the screen.

Nic: hi

Nic: i can be normal if you can

That’s it? That can’t be it.

Jake: Define normal

Nic: just act like an adult jake

It’s vague but he supposes he understands, even if her first words to him in thirteen months only serve to piss him off. He locks the screen and throws the phone back to the side table where it bounces and falls to the floor. It stays there for the night.

The next day is filled with tight, close-lipped smiles and nervous glances from his twin, eyes begging him to keep his cool. Fate or something crueler eventually pushes them together as they find themselves alone in the kitchen. She’s there as he closes the refrigerator door and the beer he’s holding nearly slips from his hand.

“The fruit punch not strong enough for you?” Leaned against the counter of the island, she offers him a smile that fails to reach her eyes. He offers nothing in return. Her proximity and the lack of another human buffer sets him on edge, and a year’s worth of missing her tightens his throat. Be normal.

Clearing his throat of emotion, he opens his mouth to reply but stuns them both in the process. “I can’t do this.” Her eyes widen in surprise but he’s even shocked himself with the truth of it. He can’t do this, time hasn’t changed him, other women haven’t changed the way he feels. “I’m sorry.”

Rather than cause a scene over it, he steps away from her to leave through the back door and rejoin the party.

They don’t see each other again for months.

Josh had finally proposed, which of course pushed Jake and Nic into their obvious roles of best man and maid of honor. Once engaged, however, Josh and his future bride decided they couldn’t wait much longer to become man and wife and the impending wedding date was looming over Jake’s head.

For his brother’s sake, he had pushed his feelings aside to make it through an engagement party and a rehearsal, though almost everyone seemed to be irritated with him when he couldn’t bring himself to offer her an arm to loop hers through as they practiced their walk back down the aisle after the bride and groom. When they arrived to the dinner following, Josh pulled him aside as the others mingled and placed drink orders at the bar.

“I need you to get it together, please, for all of us.”

Jake sighs deeply and pushes his hair back, running his fingers through it slowly as he considers his words. “I know. I will. I’m sorry Josh, it’s just…” Another sigh escapes as he trails off.

“Just what? It’s literally thirty seconds as you walk down the aisle.”

“I’m afraid to touch her.” His voice is weak and his eyes are tired as he raises them to meet his brother’s. “What if I can’t let her go?”

Understanding softens Josh’s expression as he assesses the man in front of him. Jake has never told the tale, after all this time, and has only ever expressed that they had been sleeping together until one day, they weren’t. He had seemed more angry than upset and Josh figured that things had ended in some kind of screaming match, he’d seen their strong personalities cause them to butt heads before.

But now he can see clearly what his twin has been hiding from him. Pain.

“You love her.” Jake drops his chin to his chest and his eyes to the floor for a moment before nodding his head and shooting Josh a look that says yeah, unfortunately. “I don’t get it, what happened?”

“We don’t have time to get into this right now, let’s go-“

“No, I’m making time. Why aren’t you together?”

Jake stays silent and lets his eyes scan the room until they find her. With a drink in her hand, she’s laughing with his little brother and her best friend, a light in her eyes that he wishes he could bask in but he can’t even get close enough to feel its warmth.

“She was scared. That it wouldn’t work, and we’d end up exactly how we are now. Avoiding each other at every turn.”

Josh looks on as Jake takes this time to watch her while she’s unaware, he’s already formulating a plan, turning over the words that he plans to say to his future wife later tonight. This is fixable, he thinks, and he owes it to his twin to meddle in a way that only family can.

“I think this is going to be okay, Jake. I can feel it. But you have to make it through the ceremony tomorrow and for the love of god, just take her arm and walk down the aisle when it’s over.”

He did it. The ceremony went off without a hitch, a small outdoorsy affair, it was exactly what Jake would have imagined for his twin. Emotion was high and he found himself wishing Josh would’ve allowed him to wear his sunglasses like he’d wanted, especially when he met their mother’s eyes and found tears spilling over from them to roll down her cheeks that she dabbed at with a tissue. Would he ever experience this from a groom’s point of view? He’s not hopeful.

Panic rises in his chest as Josh kisses his bride and their son moves to stand by his side. They walk back down the aisle as a family, Sam’s hand in his left and his other clasped around his wife’s, Jake can’t see their faces but he’s sure they’re all wearing bright smiles. They’re happy. He’s happy for them.

He tears his eyes away from them to meet Nic’s, her own are misty but also swimming with nerves, he’s sure that she thinks he’s about to fuck this up somehow. Willing his feet to move, he takes the steps to meet her and extends his arm to her. Her eyebrows lift in surprise and he’s almost offended that she didn’t believe he could do this, as if he would do anything to ruin what had been a pretty perfect day so far. When she loops her arm through his, they fall in step with each other to move down the aisle. She speaks softly through the smile she’s wearing for the cameras and other guests.

“You look good in a suit, Kiszka.”

He feels it when his own smile, also put on for show, relaxes into something genuine. “I know I do.”

It makes her laugh, the sound of it makes his skin crawl but not in aversion. His entire being craves it, he needs to hear it every day for the rest of his life. “Heaven forbid you actually button your shirt though, huh?”

“That wouldn’t be very rock and roll of me, now would it?” She does it again, let’s a small chuckle slip from her lips and he wishes he could taste it.

Josh was right, thirty seconds or so and they’ve reached the end of the aisle, he should let her go as they keep walking to follow the couple and prepare for the countless photographs that need to be taken, but he had also been right. He can’t let her go.

Instead of pulling away from him though, she lifts her other hand to wrap it around the arm that hasn’t released her. What the fuck?

They do eventually separate, but not before the newly married couple sees the way they’ve remained attached outside of the performance required to complete the ceremony. Josh and his wife exchange a knowing glance.

With the groom’s side of the wedding party accustomed to dressing up and taking pictures, the session of photography goes as quickly as it can, but by the end of it Jake is itching for a drink. Knowing there’s still more of a show to put on before he can actually relax, he pulls out the flask that he’d tucked into the interior pocket of his suit jacket as they’re led to where they’re all meant to wait for their entrance to the reception.

“Care to share? What is it, whiskey?” Her voice floats to his ears from beside him and he glances in her direction as he takes a long pull of the burning liquid. He passes the flask to her as he sucks a hiss through his teeth after swallowing it. Their fingers touch as she takes it from him, the contact burns as well and the heat spreading through his chest is mirrored by the heat that travels up his arm.

He waits to speak until after she’s thrown her head back to take a shot, barely flinching as she swallows. Once again, he’s shocked by his own words. “You really can’t blame me for falling for you.”

“What?”

He keeps his tone casual, knowing now is not the time or place to start this conversation but not finding it within himself to care anymore. Even as the wedding planner is moving people around, getting them in position to enter the tent encompassing the party, he can’t stop himself.

“You shoot whiskey without so much as a grimace, you’re unapologetically yourself at all times, you look painfully beautiful in that dress and I know you’ll somehow be even more stunning when you take it off.” Her jaw has dropped slightly as he takes her arm and loops it through his again, they’re moments away from being led to their grand entrance before the bride and groom but he’s not finished.

“You’re kind of a pain in the ass and you’re so fucking good to the people you love.” He means that, he knows she would do anything for his now sister-in-law, his nephew, even his brother. “Everyone but me.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head but at that second, they’re being pushed forward as they’re announced to the guests. He paints a wide smile onto his face and leads her through the center of the space as she shakes the shock away and replaces it with another smile for the cameras. The more reserved twin, he’s got nothing too entertaining planned for their introduction and he’s shaken her enough that she can only follow along as he leads her to her seat at the wedding party’s table. Before moving to his own, he leans in to whisper directly into her ear.

“We’ll finish that conversation later.”

Really, he’s not even sure that that’s true. She may never speak to him again, but he pushes it out of his mind to make it to his next drink. Fortunately, one is brought to him as he watches his brother sway through his first dance with his bride. He finishes it without even tasting its contents and sips from his flask through the bride and groom's thank yous until another is brought around before dinner.

Josh leans in to him as he starts to pick at the meal. “Don’t you think you should slow down on the whiskey there, Jake? You still have to give a speech.”

“I’m fine, I’m not gonna ruin your moment Josh.”

“It’s not my moment I’m worried about, but if you piss her off,” he jerks a thumb in the direction of his wife, “I’m gonna let her beat your ass.”

They share a laugh but Josh is dead serious and Jake knows it. He sips his fresh drink slowly and takes long swigs from his glass of water between bites of his food.

Nerves take over as he’s called to give his speech and he pulls his sunglasses from where they’ve been hiding in his pocket for most of the day. As he slips them onto his face he mouths a sorry down to his twin. The speech is short, sweet and heartfelt and the glasses serve their purpose to hide his eyes when they become glassy. He can’t bring himself to look at Nic as she delivers her own words about love and relationships, but unfortunately he can’t stop himself from hearing them. She may be speaking about the love shared between two different people but all he can hear is what could have been, what should have been theirs.

As soon as he’s able to, he excuses himself from the table to find a moment alone. Sure that he won’t be missed, he hides on the outskirts of the celebration until a few people make their way toward him lighting cigarettes as they walk. The perfect excuse to keep his distance for a little while longer, he asks if he can have one. Once it’s lit, he thanks them and moves away, wanting continued solitude for the next seven to ten minutes.

About three minutes in, as the nicotine is buzzing between his temples, the solitude is disrupted. His eyes are closed but he hears the footsteps approach, they open just as she tugs the cigarette from his lips to place it between her own and take a drag. He watches the smoke float to the darkened sky as she blows it upward and keeps the cigarette between her own fingers.

“You don’t smoke, Jake.”

“Neither do you, Nicole.”

Her expression is soft as she reprimands him. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Yeah, that’s why I do it.”

She huffs out a quiet laugh before taking another drag and handing the cigarette back to him. Their fingers graze each other again as he takes it and this time he’s positive that she feels the sting of it, pulling her hand away quickly.

“You really do look lovely, I meant that.. earlier.”

Her head tilts to the side as she takes him in, but she can’t read his eyes behind the dark lenses. “Is there more that you wanna say, pretty boy? Now’s your chance, I need another drink and then I’m gonna dance my ass off for the rest of the night.” There’s a playfulness behind the smirk on her lips and dancing in her eyes, but he thinks her question was serious and requires an answer.

“There’s over a year’s worth of things I wanna say. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear them.” Tossing the butt to the ground, he stamps it out with the toe of his shoe and shoves his hands into his pants pockets, a feeble attempt to keep them off of her.

She tries her hand at surprising him with her reply. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Ha, you asked for it.” Thankful that he’d chosen a relatively secluded little spot to hide away in, he crowds her space until she’s backed into the trunk of a tree.

“Jake, what the f-“

“No, you wanted this and I do have some things to say to you.” He’s not touching her, won’t touch her until she wants him to, but one of his hands is braced against the tree just over her shoulder and only a few inches of space separates their bodies. His other hand comes up to slip the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and he folds them and slides them back into his pocket. She doesn’t look away as his eyes bore into hers but her chin juts forward in defiance.

“Go ahead then.”

He takes a few breaths and hopes that any one of the thoughts racing through his brain will come out cohesively.

“I love you.” She flinches as if he’d pulled back to slap her. “I don’t care if that hurts. I’ve spent every second since I walked out of your fucking bathroom hurting. Months on the road didn’t take it away, fucking other people didn’t take it away. Every single one of them was you when I closed my eyes, but not one of them could compare.”

Her head nods slowly in understanding, wearing a brave mask that’s slipping as her eyes shine in the light that’s reaching them from the tent.

“I haven’t stopped being yours, not for a moment, probably since the night we met. How can you not see that?”

When her hands come up to slide over the bare skin of his chest and tuck themselves just under the edges of his shirt, he thinks she’s going to push him away again, his head drops in defeat. At least he tried.

“Look at me.”

When their eyes meet again, his are unbearably sad and her breath hitches as a single tear escapes and he lets it roll.

“Is it too late?” One hand slides up his chest, over the soft skin at the base of his neck until her fingers are nestled in his hair.

He sniffles and swipes his thumb over the track left behind by the tear he’d let slip. “For what, Nic?”

“For me to try for you.”

“Please don’t fuck with me right now.”

“Baby…” The soft pet name squeezes his heart, but does nothing to dispel the renewed fear of rejection. “I’ll probably never be able to tell you how sorry I am. And what would apologies even be worth, at this point? Can we… I don’t know, can we start over?”

His head is shaking as he grips her wrist to pull her hand from his hair, he grabs the other to remove that hand from his chest but once both of her hands are held tight in his, he tells her, “No.”

“No?”

“No. I can’t start over. I’m so fucking deep in love with you, I can’t start from the beginning. I want everything with you. I want what they have, I want more. If you can’t-“

She cuts him off with her lips, pushed against his so hard that it hurts as she rips her hands from his to throw her arms over his shoulders. He’s slow to react, unsure if this is real until his palms are running up the exposed skin of her back and a fist is wrapped in the loose curls that hang there. He presses her into the tree behind her with his hips as her mouth opens to him and he tastes the desperation on her tongue.

Mind reeling, he’s strongly considering fucking her here, against a tree while his brother’s wedding reception is in full swing not all that far away. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done it with the very real risk of getting caught and it’s pretty clear that her thoughts are similar as he feels one of her legs raise until it’s hitched over his hip.

As soon as his fingertips sink into the thigh that’s wrapped around him, a throat clears behind his back.

He pulls his face from hers, breaking the kiss and startling them both into awareness of their surroundings, but he doesn’t release his hold on her leg and he’s suddenly unsure if he’d imagined the sound or not.

“Ahem, umm, your presence is being missed over here guys. Both of you.”

Her thigh slips from his hip as she cranes her neck to see the elder Sam smirking behind the drink he’s sipping. Jake still doesn’t move away from her, not willing to let the moment end yet.

“Please tell me my little brother is not standing back there when I could be inside you right now, tell me I’m imagining that.”

Her laughter rings out into the night, loud and sincere and he finally feels whole again. “Nope, dear Samuel is definitely there and has ruined the mood. Unless you want him to watch.”

Taking half a step back, allowing her to smooth out her dress, he adjusts himself in his pants and huffs out, “Fuck no, he doesn’t get to see what’s mine.” Her head whips back up at the statement but he only grins mischievously. “You’re mine. Say it.”

She only thinks it over for a second before her smile stretches wide, blinding him with how bright it is. “Yeah, Kiszka. I am yours. Now come dance with me.” She grabs him by the hand to lead him past Sam before he can reply, he snatches the drink from his little brother’s hand as they pass and downs what remains in one gulp. Avoiding anyone who may have questions about where they’ve been, he discards the empty glass on a table as she tugs him directly onto the dance floor.

“You know, I’m really no good at dancing.”

“You know I’ll do most of the work, handsome.”

As the song he’d swear he’s never heard before in his life comes to an end, he lets her walk in front of him to the small bar and he’s only got a hope and a prayer that his friends and most of his family can’t tell that he’s rock hard. He keeps her close as they order their drinks and as they wait, he feels a familiar hand grab onto his shoulder. Turning his head without moving his body away from her, he finds Josh with what might be the stupidest looking grin he’s ever seen, nearly splitting his face in half.

“Joshua, how’s married life treating you?”

“Fucking fantastic. What’s going on here?” Never one for subtlety, he places his other hand on Nic’s shoulder. “I heard you two were about to defile each other under a tree. At my wedding? Animals!” He’s drunk and happy and Jake doesn’t have the heart to be annoyed with him.

“I wouldn’t trust your resources, Josh.” Nic is giggling as she tries to cover for them, Jake smiles at the sound of it.

“Ah, but I do trust them. And it looks like you trusted my instincts. Didn’t I tell you?” Before he can further elaborate, he’s being pulled away to fulfill some other duty required of the groom. The look of confusion on Jake’s face makes her eyes roll but she doesn’t seem disturbed by what his brother had said.

“What does that mean, what did he tell you?” She takes a long drink from the glass that’s been placed in front of her before answering.

“They’re quite a pair, those two. A formidable team. They ganged up on me last night after the rehearsal dinner.”

The rehearsal dinner. Where Jake had told his twin the truth and Josh had returned with a suspiciously confident “this is gonna be okay”.

“Ganged up on you how?” His stomach is already churning over whatever she’s about to tell him. She can see apprehension written plainly on his face.

“Your brother had some pretty… pointed questions for me regarding the way things had ended between us. Did you really not tell him anything?” He simply shakes his head in response. “He seemed sort of mad at me. He said he didn’t know that I had… hurt you.”

He lets his head fall back for a moment before lifting it to return his eyes to hers. “Okay. But the fact that I was hurt wasn’t a surprise to you. So what else did he say?”

“After I told him the short version of what had happened, I told him that I had been in love with you, and that scared me more than anything else.”

Staying silent, he lets had been run through his head until blood is rushing in his ears. Had been, had been, she had been but she’s not anymore.

“He told me I'd fucked up. And he asked me if I still had feelings for you.”

“And?”

“Will you dance with me?” The question comes out of left field and he watches with wide eyes as she chugs the rest of her drink and grabs his hand. Before he can object, he’s being pulled to the center of the dance floor and they’re quickly surrounded by couples wrapped up in each other as soft notes from a piano ring through the air.

Her arms loop behind his neck and she twirls a lock of hair around a finger as his hands come to rest at her hips.

“I’m not done with this conversation, Nic.”

“I love this song. Do you like Adele or is that like, too mainstream for an extremely cool rockstar like you?” The string lights over head are making her eyes sparkle as she continues to avoid his words.

“I do like her. Guilty pleasure, and all that.” The lyrics to this particular song would threaten to bring him to his knees right now if he dared to listen.

Their bodies sway softly as she smiles at his admission, and he can feel eyes on them but he’s not sure from which direction. “Nic, what did you say when he asked if you still had feelings for me?”

“I told him the truth of course. Am I not always brutally honest?”

He pulls her closer, hands moving around her waist and palms flat on her lower back. With his lips close to her ear, he’s sure that from the outside it looks like they’re having a sweet moment. “Stop doing that, tell me what you fucking said.” He feels her fingers tighten in his hair and her hips push forward into his.

Directly against the shell of his ear, she breathes the words. “I never stopped loving you.”

He lowers his lips to her shoulder and presses a soft kiss there before pulling back to look at her. The lights that had been sparkling in her eyes before are dancing off of the tears that are about to spill over. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know how to let you in. I still don’t know if I do, but I’d like to try.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Jake.”

“God, I love you too. Say it one more time.” His grin probably matches the incredibly idiotic one his twin was wearing just a few minutes ago at the bar, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about how he looks, he doesn’t care about anyone else under this tent, he truthfully doesn’t even care that this is someone else’s wedding. This is their moment.

Her own smile stretches slowly, his is wildly contagious and she’s positive she’s never felt anything like this before. “I love you.”

His hands slide up her back until they’re both tangled at the back of her head and he pulls her in to solidify this as a memory he will hold onto forever. Their lips meet softly, tentatively, as if it’s the first time. Melting into it, they continue to sway to the music as the rest of the world falls away. As the final notes slip through the space, he breaks the kiss just to press two more to her lips, another to her cheek and a final one to her forehead before he rests his own against it.

“Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!” Little Sam is running toward them, though of course he’s not so little anymore. He’s definitely going to be taller than Josh. Jake doesn’t bother kneeling to his level as he slides to a stop, almost crashing into their legs.

Jake reaches a hand out to ruffle it through Sam’s hair, almost as long as his own, but Sam instantly takes offense and runs his own fingers through it to put the strands back into place.

“What’s up, dude?”

Sam looks them over quickly, takes in the way Jake’s other arm is still wrapped around his aunt. He reaches up to tug at Jake’s sleeve covering his bicep, waves him down as if he has a secret to tell. Jake obliges and leans down as Sam cups his hands around his mouth next to Jake’s ear.

“Is Aunt Nic your girlfriend now?”

Jake straightens as he laughs at the little boy’s question and his overall innocence. “Why don’t you ask her, bud.”

“Okayyyyy, Auntie Nic, are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?”

It’s her turn to laugh for the same reasons, and as she meets Jake’s gaze he’s got his eyebrows lifted as if he too is awaiting the answer.

She pretends to think about it, a hand brought up to cup her chin. “Umm, yeah. Yeah, we are. Is that cool?”

“Yeah! Are you gonna get married too?”

“Okay that’s enough questions, run along you little heathen! Where are your parents?” Jake takes him by the shoulders and turns him away, shooing him along to run back across the dance floor.

“Kids, am I right?” Her cheeks are a rosy pink and she’s still smiling as he takes her hand and pulls her off the dance floor in the opposite direction that he’d sent the kid off to. “Where are we going?”

“We’re leaving.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to leave this early, we’re like, part of the wedding.”

“Don’t care. We’re leaving.”

“Okay? My place or yours?”

“Mine. My bed is bigger, and I have plans for you. A lot of lost time to make up for.”

His words are rushing out of him as he tugs her along, they’re practically running as they reach one of the cars that are waiting specifically for the wedding party. He opens the door for her and she climbs inside without hesitation though she does have questions. “Jake, what’s the hurry?”

He pulls her in for a lingering kiss as soon as his ass hits the seat next to her and murmurs against her skin as he trails his lips over her jaw and they land on her shoulder. “I need to be inside you, need to hear you tell me you love me when I make you cum, I fucking need you.”

Breathless and hoping the driver is minding his own business, she whimpers confirmation that she needs him too. He offers his address over his shoulder and tells the guy to drive. He briefly wonders if it will always be like this, if he’ll ever actually believe that he’s lucky enough to have her, if he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being loved by her.

He hopes that it’ll always be like this.

It’s nearly impossible to keep his hands off of her but somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that if he takes it too far in this backseat, someone in his family will find out about it and he’ll never hear the end of it. She hasn’t bothered trying and her left hand has been roaming his lap since the car started moving. By the time they’re pulling into his driveway, his entire body is thrumming with impatience, his fingertips are tingling with it.

She exits first and he pats himself down, looking for his wallet. Fuck.

“Hey man, I left my wallet there, I don’t have any cash on me.”

“Sir, you’re actually not required to tip me. I was hired to drive you home.”

“Sure, but nobody’s paying you to hear.. um, what you heard. I'm sorry about that.”

The driver, clearly a professional, hardly bats an eye as his gaze meets Jake’s in the rear view mirror. “I’ve heard worse, sir. Have a good night.”

That’s good enough for him and he’s bounding out of the backseat and jogging up the driveway to meet her at his front door. “Babe, I left everything back there, we have to go in through the garage.”

They’re both giggling at the eagerness that had him completely forgetting his belongings, including his keys, but she reaches out to pull him in by the lapels of his jacket as they wait for the garage door to roll open. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

“Your idiot.” Their lips meet and hers open to him instantly, her tongue skating over the fullness of his bottom lip until his own slips out and against hers. Neither of them registers the silence right away as the garage door stops moving, and the material of her dress at her hips is being bunched into his fists as his fingers scramble to gather it until the cool night air is breezing over the skin of her thighs.

“Jake…” She pulls away to get his attention, but it’s been refocused on the skin at the base of her neck and his teeth graze over the spot. “Jake.”

He still doesn’t respond so she pushes him off of her and turns to walk into the garage. Dazed, he follows after her and watches as she slides the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders. As she reaches the door and enters the house, she’s shrugging her arms free of the fabric but the door slamming shut behind her stops her movements and nearly causes her to jump out of her skin. When she whips around to scold him, the look on his face steals her breath.

His eyes are dark, nearly black in the absence of light inside the house. His lips are ever so slightly parted but she watches as he presses them together before slipping the tip of his tongue over the bottom one then tucking it between his teeth.

“Please don’t take that dress off before you get upstairs. Let me do it.”

She nods in response and turns away again, he trails after her slowly, allows her to take her time when she pauses to brace herself against the wall and lift each foot to unfasten the straps of her shoes and kick them aside. He toes his own off and leaves them behind as she makes her way through the dark house, up the stairs and into his bedroom where she turns to face him as he crosses the threshold. She’s expecting him to take her into his arms, but he moves past her and clicks on the small lamp on one of the nightstands, illuminating them in a soft glow.

Confused when he sits on the edge of the bed, she moves to stand between his spread legs and his hands find her body immediately. Wrapped around her back, his arms pull her closer until he’s pressing kisses into the skin of her chest just above the neckline of her dress and she buries her fingers in his hair. Silently, he reaches up to finish what she’d started, finding the tiny zipper at the center of her back and tugging it down until the dress is hanging open down to the soft swell of her ass. He lifts his eyes to hers but lets them drop to follow the path of the material as it slips, revealing her breasts and then her stomach, until it slides past her hips and pools at her feet. Dragging his gaze back up, he takes in every freckle, every mark that he’d thought he’d be forced to forget about.

A little overwhelmed, he sucks a deep breath in through his nose and releases it from his mouth before looking up at her face. “I- God. I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

His hands are roaming over her bare skin, fingers tucked under the lace at her hips and he takes another shaky breath as he pushes her underwear down past her thighs and watches them land, circling her ankles.

“Jake?” She pets over his hair and tucks some behind his ear to coax his face back up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I didn’t think I’d ever be this good again.” Maintaining the eye contact, smiling up at her, he slips a hand between her thighs and finds her skin already slick. She hums at his touch and ends on a soft whimper as he runs two fingers through her arousal. “How are you so wet already, I haven’t even done anything?”

“Why does your dick get hard when all I’ve done is dance with you?”

It makes him laugh, a low chuckle that shakes his shoulders. “I don’t think that’s exactly the same thing.” Before she can offer a retort, his fingers between her legs push just barely past her entrance, tucked just inside her cunt. Her body reacts, hips pushing forward and fingers tightening their hold in his hair. “Want more?”

“Everything, I want everything.”

Slowly he pushes into her until his palm is pressed against her clit, her hips rock into it as his other hand reaches back to grip a handful of her ass, pulling her in until he can wrap his lips around one of her nipples. Tongue swirling over it, he lets her fuck herself gently on his fingers, considers pulling them out and skipping foreplay but the quiet sounds she’s letting out are making his dick throb in his pants. Popping off of her nipple, he grazes over it with his teeth to hear the little whine that he knows will follow.

“Baby?” God, that feels good. She hums in question before he curls his fingers forward, snatching a low moan from her throat. “Need to get my mouth on you, taste you. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

He’s not greedy but he does like the sound of that. Slipping his fingers from her, he slides them up and flicks the tip of one over her clit, laughs when she yelps. Standing from the bed to wrap her in his arms, he whispers into her hair covering her ear, “All I want is you.”

The Nic that he knew before would have scoffed at that, probably made an exaggerated gagging noise, possibly even wrapped her hands around her throat for emphasis. But the woman pressing kisses into the side of his neck does none of those things as she shrugs his arms off of her and starts to push his jacket from his shoulders. It hits the edge of the mattress and slides to the floor as he scoops her up rather unceremoniously and tosses her onto the bed, where she props herself up on her elbows and plants her feet as laughter rings through the room.

Before he joins her there, he pops the two buttons holding his shirt closed and lets it fall to join her dress and his jacket. As he places his hand over the button at his waist, her eyes lock onto it. He watches her watching him as the button comes undone and the zipper comes down and her legs seem to fall open of their own accord. He rushes to push the pants and briefs off of his hips and step out of them.

She stops him with a hand placed on his shoulder as he scrambles to lay between her thighs. Unsure of what’s happening, he hovers over her and waits for an explanation.

“You look different.” Time has passed and it has changed him, just a little.

“I am different.” Physically, maybe. He hasn’t bothered to take much care of himself in the past year, but mentally he’s very different. “You look the same.” He comes to rest on his stomach, face inches away from what he needs so badly until he moves in and places a kiss directly to her heated skin. “Perfect.”

Wrapping his arms around her thighs on either side of his head, he finally, finally, gets a taste. It’s addictive and he’s been chasing this high for too long, he forgets for a moment that there’s a goal in mind as he opens his mouth over her and sucks her in, pressing his face into her cunt until he’s struggling to breathe. It doesn’t matter, he could die like this and it would be exactly how he’s meant to go. He wants to take it slow, just how she likes it but it’s just not going to be possible and when her hips buck against him and the tip of his nose catches her clit, her sharp gasp tells him that this is just fine.

He pulls away to take a breath and her thighs are already trembling in his grip as he lowers his face again and licks a long, broad stripe through her and sucks her clit past his lips. Rolling his tongue over it, a groan rumbles up from his chest as her hands sink into his hair and pull him in until she’s grinding against him.

She’s cursing and murmuring his name, when he opens his eyes to look up at her she’s already watching him. “Fuck. You’re beautiful like this, ya know. Ohhh…” Her attempt at cheekiness is disrupted as he flicks the tip of his tongue over her. Her back arches from the mattress when he does it again, so he keeps doing it. He does it until she’s writhing against his sheets, until her legs close around his head, until she’s telling him that she’s right there, gonna cum, don’t stop.

Just before she falls, right before it breaks, she lets it go. “I love you, I fucking love you- oh fuck.” He growls into her, that was better than he could’ve imagined. He needs that forever, and he plans to get it at least one more time tonight. His own hips are rocking into the bed beneath him, searching for any small amount of relief as he laps at her softly until her body relaxes. When her legs fall away from him, he’s quick to crawl over her and capture her mouth with his, slick with her release.

Their tongues swirl together and she groans at the taste of herself on him before he pulls back and rests his forehead on hers.

“I love you too. Let me show you.”

She nods her head and presents him with a soft, close-lipped smile that he thinks he’s maybe seen before, but he doesn’t remember it looking like that. As he leans back and reaches between them to run himself through her core, he takes a deep breath and tells her so.

“I was wrong.” He lines himself up with her. “You do look different.” He pushes in and drops his eyes to watch the head disappear into her body. “You look happy.” He pulls his hand away to wrap both of them around the small of her waist. “Are you happy?”

She breathes out as he pulls her onto him slowly, stretching her around him. “Are you, Jake?”

He sighs deeply as he sinks in and bottoms out. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

A hand reaches out to wrap itself around the back of his neck and she pulls his body down to cover hers, nose to nose she tells him, “Me too.”

When their lips meet, he pulls his hips back and withdraws as slowly as he’d entered before delivering a deep stroke.

“Oh, shit Jake…”

“I know, I know,” He strokes into her again, again as he builds a fluid rhythm, “but you take it so well. So fucking perfect.”

She’s whining as he tucks his face into her neck and whispers more words of affirmation, her legs lift to wrap around him but she doesn’t press him for more, this is exactly what they both need. Something that they’ve never done. Not like this. They simply enjoy it for what it is as he brings the tips of his fingers to skim over her jaw and draws them down her throat and over her collarbone. She releases a content sigh when they dance over the curve of her breast and continue their journey down her ribs and past her stomach. When his palm slides over her hip and lands high on her outer thigh, he slips his hand underneath her body and holds tight to the softness of her ass.

He can’t help it when uses the leverage of his grip to pull her to him and thrusts sharply.

“Yes, again, do it again.”

Of course he does as she commands, and without realizing it he’s sped up his pace. They’re slipping against each other, mostly his fault as he seems to be running hotter than he ever has and nearly all of their skin is touching. He has to lift himself away, releasing her backside to prop himself up on his hands, allowing him to roll his body into his thrusts.

“Baby, I’m close, I’m sorry. I can’t-“ He pulls a deep breath in and blows it past his lips. “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good.”

“Shh, don’t be sorry, cum with me.” She runs her hands over the sticky skin of his back.

Her words surprise him, she hasn’t given him any sign that she was close. He’s not discouraged by that, they’d been riding a steady wave of pleasure that just happened to start its break over him. She surprises him again when he feels her squeeze his cock.

“C’mon, fuck me a little.” There’s a cocky smirk on her face and he returns it as he starts to fuck into her with purpose. “Justlikethat,” it rushes from her lungs on one breath and she’s tightening around him, her fingernails digging into his skin.

The wave crashes so abruptly that he can’t even offer her a warning other than a grunted fuck as he spills over. Through the rush of it, he can feel her nails drag down his back and suddenly her body contorts as it bows and lifts from the bed and his new favorite phrase flows from her lips to his ears.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

The full, comprehensive relief that he feels in this moment is unreal. He’ll never forget it.

He resists dropping his body to hers as the wave slips away in retreat, instead he pulls his hips back slowly, wincing at the sensation. He intended to stretch out beside her but his release is already dripping from her and he watches gravity pull it toward the sheets until she reaches out to tug him down to the bed. Landing on his back, his chest is still heaving as she rolls into his side and runs her fingers through the slick sweat that’s pooling just below his sternum.

As he works to calm his breathing, she speaks.

“This feels good. It feels right.”

Covering her hand on his chest with his own, he grabs onto it and lifts it to his lips, kisses the tip of each finger. “Yeah… yeah it does.”

They fall back into comfortable silence, their hands intertwined and held over his heart. After a few minutes, she asks if he wants to take a shower with her.

“Mm, yes. But not yet.”

“You’re sticky.”

“Don’t care. We have time.” He kisses her hand again and shifts to roll to his side, propping his head up onto his fist to face her. The blush on her cheeks and chest is fading, her hair is disheveled and strands of it are stuck to the side of her neck. She’s beautiful. “We have all the time in the world. Forever, I hope.”

Her breath catches but she doesn’t push him away. She moves over him until his back is pressed to the mattress again, hands braced on either side of him, her face hovering over his, she nudges the tip of his nose with hers. “You think you can handle forever with me, pretty boy?”

He grabs her and pulls her in, rolls their bodies until he’s nestled between her legs and he’s looking down at her. Her eyebrows shoot up as she feels him getting hard again, pressed against her thigh.

“I know I can, but can you handle me?”

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