#and even as an adult with a whole ass family he still has no friends outside of his immediate family and coworkers

[thereweredragonshere]

No because if I was Viggo I’d ALSO be fucking pissed off?? Like you’re this mastermind dragon hunter that is running possibly the largest operation in the entire of the archipelago that is family owned and ran with your older brother with hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of henchmen to do your dirty work and whenever people even MENTION your name they get scared and you’re this big strong powerful dude in his like mid forties but then a group of mother fucking barely adult stupid ass kids show up and successfully threaten your entire business model? Everything was fine yesterday but then this gaggle of incompetent fools show up with their stupid reptiles and suddenly you’re in a war??? AND the fucking malnourished stick insect of a leader they have has the AUDACITY to steal an ancient relic off of one of your predecessors ships??? AND THEN THEY BLOW UP YOUR ONLY MODE OF LONG FORM TRANSPORTATION??? AND THEN THEY RELEASE A BUNCH OF YOUR STOCK AND SINK THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF YOUR PROFITS BY SAVING THE DRAGONS YOU CAPTURED??? WHAT??? MOTHER FUCKER HAD EVERY SINGLE RIGHT TO START A WAR. HICCUP AND HIS STUPID ASS FRIENDS SHOWING UP AND JUST TANKING YOUR WHOLE ASS LIFE??? IMAGINE BEING A FUCKING KING PIN CRIMINAL EXPERT IN DRAGON TRADING AND YOU LOSE AN ENTIRE WAR TO A GLORIFIED WALKING EMBODIMENT OF AWKWARDNESS AND HIS 5 WEIRD LITTLE CREATURES HE TAKES AROUND WITH HIM. IMAGINE HAVING TO SIT THERE IN YOUR COOL ASS DRAGON HUNTER EVIL LAIRE AND PLAN HOW YOU WERE GONNA FIGHT OFF THE LITTLE RUNT OF BERK HEIR GUY THAT WON’T GIVE UP. IMAGINE?? FUCKING IMAGINE????

WHO WOULD NOT BE PISSED??? THAT MAN HAD A VERY EXTREMELY RATIONAL REACTION BECAUSE THAT WAS LITERALLY THE FOUNDATION OF HIS LIFE??? HIS ENTIRE CAREER GOT NOT JUST ENDED BUT FORCEFULLY FUCKING SLAMMED INTO A WALL OF CONCRETE AND CURB STOMPED BY A FUCKING STEAM ROLLER RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. I mean sure yeah he put up the biggest fight of the century and did his whole ‘I’m gonna mess with your head until you go insane and just fuck off and leave me alone you stupid little annoying boy get a life,’ thing BUT STILL HICCUP WON THAT WAR AND THE AGE OF 18. EIGHT GOD DAMN TEEN.

[aewon]

Dangerous - LHS & YJW

synopsis: lee heeseung has always been the apple of your eye until one summer when you meet a cute guy on the beach.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader & jungwon x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, brothers best friend, meet cute

warnings: cursing, cruelty, bullying?, suggestive, mentions of sex, violence, not proofread

wc: 3.5k

Lee Heeseung is your #1 enemy.

Why? Because he’s too damn fine.

And you can’t have him.

Again, why? Because he’s your brother’s best friend.

Your brother Jake and Heeseung met when you were kids. Heeseung is only one year older than you and Jake, so they hit it off immediately, leaving you to pine after him like a lovesick puppy.

Even as a kid you thought he was cute, then when you got to high school and puberty struck, you almost went crazy.

Now as adults, you’re still pining after him. He’s grown into a kind, caring, fine ass man and you can’t do anything about it.

Jake knew about your crush on him from day one and forbid you from having anything to do with Heeseung.

Even Heeseung himself knew about your crush on him, only laughing and ruffling your hair saying it was “cute”.

You don’t want to be cute, you don’t want to be someone Heeseung just views as his best friend’s sister.

But what can you do? Any attempts to change his view of you have been ignored.

You can never escape him, and it makes it hard to get over him.

Ever since your families became friends, it’s been a tradition to take a trip to a house on the beach every summer.

Now, as you eavesdrop on Jake and Heeseung’s conversation, you feel your heart drop.

“Inviting Saemi on the trip was a great idea, she’s totally into you. Bet you’ll get laid come nightfall,” Jake says, and you can practically hear the smile on his face.

Heeseung invited a girl on the trip, one he’s probably into.

Sneaking past Jake’s room back into yours, you lay down on your bed, trying to ignore the tears pricking your eyes.

You shouldn’t cry, you already knew your chances with Heeseung were slim to none.

Still, it hurts to know that your feelings were completely squashed.

At least he never rejected you directly, that probably would have hurt worse.

You can’t help but wonder, has Heeseung ever looked at you differently? Does he even think you’re worth liking.

You know you shouldn’t depend on the feelings of one man, but Heeseung was always someone you wanted, yet you never felt wanted back.

Your cheeks are wet before you can even process it. Sniffling, you shut your eyes, hoping to just fall asleep so you don’t have to confront your feelings.

When you open your eyes again, it’s morning and the day of the trip.

Instead of traveling separately, your families choose to rent a large van to accommodate everyone.

There’s a loud knock on your bedroom door, “Wake up,” you hear Jake yell, “we’re leaving in an hour.”

Albeit groggily, you get up and get ready.

Heading downstairs, Heeseung and Jake are joined by your parents at the table.

You head for the living room, ignoring Heeseung and Jake and saying hello to your parents.

You sit on the couch eating a banana while everyone finishes getting ready to leave.

As everyone stands outside loading up the van, a car pulls up and you can only assume it’s Saemi who steps out.

She runs over to Heeseung, hugging him tightly before doing the same to Jake.

She introduces herself to your parents before making her way to you.

“Hi! I’ve heard so much about you from Jake, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Saemi.”

You put on a forced smile, shaking her hand, “I’m Y/N.”

Without another word, you walk past her and get in the van, making your way to the back row, hoping no one sits beside you.

Thankfully no one does and you put your headphones on ready to sleep for the whole trip.

That’s exactly what you do, and when you next open your eyes, it’s to Jake shaking you awake.

“We’re here, come on.”

You stretch, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

You get out last, getting your bags out of the trunk before making your way to the room you always use.

Wait. If there’s one more person on this trip, does this mean you’ll be sharing a room with Saemi?

You internally groan, not prepared for her to walk through the door, but you’re surprised as Jake’s face pops in instead.

“We’re sharing a room?” You ask, sighing in relief as Jake nods his head.

Then that means… Heeseung and Saemi are sharing a room?

God, you want to throw up.

You don’t say anything, vowing to not let it show how much this bothers you.

It’s still early in the afternoon, everyone decides to head to the beach.

You change into your bathing suit, grab your phone, a towel, sunscreen and make your way outside.

The beach is a mere few feet away. You find a spot to set up and apply sunscreen to your body.

You realize you need to get your back and are about to ask your mom when you hear the sound of barking coming close to you.

A fluffy white dog is going 100 miles per hour towards you and before you can react, it jumps into your lap.

“Maeum stop!”

Suddenly the only thing in your line of vision is tan skin and black hair.

The person, a man, takes the dog out of your lap.

Finally getting a glimpse of his face, you’re stunned at how handsome he is.

“I’m so sorry, did he hurt you?” The man asks, his large eyes filled with worry.

You stutter out an answer, “No! Not at all.”

“I’m sorry again, he just yanked himself out of my hands, I tried to catch him but he’s fast,” he giggles.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m Y/N.” You’re usually never so bold as to introduce yourself to someone first but something about him is mesmerizing.

You put your hand out, and he takes it, shaking it lightly, “I’m Jungwon.”

“Do you wanna sit with me?” You ask, praying this doesn’t lead to you being embarrassed.

Jungwon looks surprised, but then he smiles and boy is it beautiful.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He sits next to you on your towel, Maeum making his way back into your lap.

You spend the next 2 hours talking to Jungwon, learning things about one another.

Turns out he’s from the same area as you, and even goes to the same college. You’re surprised you’ve never seen one another.

He makes you laugh like you haven’t laughed in days.

When your families are getting ready to leave, you reluctantly say goodbye to Jungwon, but now without giving him your number first, promising to hang out again.

“Who was that, sweetie?” Your mom asks when you’re back in the house.

“That was Jungwon, his dog jumped me and I asked him to hang with me.”

“That’s nice,” your dad says, chuckling.

“Don’t think about doing anything funny, you just met him,” Jake says, wagging his finger at you.

You scoff, pushing him as everyone laughs while you blush.

The next day, you text Jungwon.

He asks you to hang out again and you eagerly agree.

He comes to the door, knocking and you rush to open it, pushing Jake out of the way.

“Hi, you look nice,” he says, making you swoon inside. No it’s nothing special, but it makes you happy nonetheless.

“Thank you, you look nice too.”

“Invite him inside Y/N,” your dad shouts from the kitchen.

“Do you wanna come in? You don’t have to.”

Jungwon nods, albeit hesitantly, stepping inside.

You take his arm, leading him to the kitchen.

Running through everyone quickly, you waste no time in getting yourselves out of there.

You miss the eyes following you on the way out.

There’s a city not far from the beach and Jungwon has decided to treat you to lunch.

You originally declined, not wanting to come off as greedy, but he insisted.

As you sit in the restaurant booth, facing one another, you take a minute to really look at Jungwon

He’s beautiful, this you already knew, but his features are sharp yet delicate.

His eyes are big, like boba balls and his nose fits his face perfectly. His mouth looks so…kissable.

Is that wrong to say? Knowing you just met.

“You’re staring,” he says, giggling as heat rises to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so nice to look at.” You shrug it off, not knowing what’s come over you.

He laughs, a hearty one this time, “You’re cute.”

Conversation flows from there.

You talk about yourselves, shooting questions back and forth.

Even when your food comes, you’re more focused on him.

You feel like you’re back in high school, like you should be twirling your hair and giggling.

This effect Jungwon has on you is crazy.

After you’ve both finished and he’s paid, you end up back on the back, walking along the shore line with your shoes off.

“I really meant it when I said you look nice. Not just nice, beautiful,” he says, looking at you brightly.

“Stop! Coming from someone like you..I think you’re beautiful too. In a way I’ve never seen.”

It’s his turn to blush and you take the opportunity to poke him teasingly.

“Is it weird we just met yesterday but I already feel a strong connection to you?” You ask, looking down at the small waves making contact with your feet.

Jungwon shakes his head, “No, I feel the same way. It’s like something pushing us together.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, do you?”

You nod, smiling behind your hand.

Jungwon moves your hand, “Don’t hide your smile, it’s beautiful, like you.”

You hug his arm, holding onto it as you continue to walk.

It’s late at night by the time you get back, having wished Jungwon farewell with a kiss to his cheek.

Everyone seems to be asleep, yet as you turn the corner to enter your room, you’re met with a hard chest.

Looking up, you’re met with Heeseung’s frown.

“What were you doing with him?” He spits, tone venomous.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Why does it matter?”

“You just met this guy and suddenly he’s got all your attention?”

“Again, why does that matter to you?”

“Because it should be on me, not some random guy!” He’s whispering harshly, trying his best not to wake anyone.

The gears begin to turn in your head.

“You care because my attention isn’t on you? Is that all you care about? My attention? I didn’t realize your ego was so big.”

His face falters, like he said something he shouldn’t.

You continue, your own tone now vicious, “I can’t believe all these years I’ve been doing nothing but feeding your inflated ego! You don’t give a shit about me in the slightest.”

“That’s not true, I do care about you.”

“Yeah,” you question, “what’s my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Wrong, it’s orange. When’s my birthday?”

“Sept-“

“Wrong, again. It’s August. You don’t know shit about me, yet I know so much about you.”

“Like what?” He challenges you.

You clear your throat, “Your birthday is October 15th, your favorite colors are ivory and purple, your favorite past time is basketball, you can sing but you don’t like people knowing, your major is engineering, in 5th grade you got suspended for pranking a teacher which you’ve sworn to keep secret, guess what it’s really not a secret, should I go on?

Heeseung is stunned into silence, he didn’t realize how much you truly knew.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he stutters.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t. The point is Heeseung I’ve been nothing but an ego boost to you, and that’s pretty fucked up.”

You’re about to walk around him, when he catches your wrist.

“Let me get to know you, please.”

“Why now, all of a sudden?”

“Because, you deserve better than what I’ve given you.”

You know you shouldn’t give in, but the pitiful look he gives you makes you sway.

“Fine, but for now, I’m going to bed.”

Morning comes and you recall last night's confrontation.

Are you really giving Heeseung a chance?

Yes, it seems so.

When you make your way to the kitchen, Heeseung is the only one there.

“Where is everyone?” You ask, sitting at the table.

“They went out, so we have time to ourselves.”

He sits down across from you.

“I wanna hear about you, what you’re really like, what I’ve been missing out on.”

As Heeseung asks you questions, you answer them somewhat eagerly, getting more and more open as time passes.

You’re laughing together by the time everyone gets back, and you don’t miss the wink Heeseung gives you before giving his attention elsewhere.

Jake babbles for the rest of the morning about what they did and how cool it was.

Later in the afternoon, Heeseung finds you again.

“I wanna take you somewhere.”

You question him but he says it’s a surprise.

He takes you to a secluded area of the beach, where you sit in the sun, soaking it up.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says, gazing at you fondly.

You know you shouldn’t, but you feel yourself curl up in shyness.

This is what you always wanted, to be viewed differently by Heeseung.

Your phone buzzes and you briefly glance at it, pausing when you see Jungwon’s name.

You should answer but Heeseung catches your attention again.

2 days have passed, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

Heeseung has been amazing.

He takes you out, showers you with attention and compliments, and it feels like you really have a connection now.

You lay awake in the room you share with Jake.

Happiness can’t even begin to describe your feelings.

You feel parched all of a sudden.

Making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, you hear two hushed voices outside on the patio.

“I can’t believe she fell for this shit. All it took was a few compliments and some attention and she was like putty in your hands.”

You recognize Saemi’s voice, what you don’t expect is to hear Heeseung respond.

“I know, she’s so easy. It’ll only be another few days of this and then I can be free of her.”

Saemi speaks again, in a mocking tone “Poor Y/N, so naive and stupid.”

Suddenly, it feels like your world is crashing down around you.

This whole time, you’ve been the butt of their joke.

You can’t control the tears as they gush out of your eyes.

You fall to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Y/N?”

Heeseung’s voice makes you look up.

He and Saemi are standing there.

He looks shocked, while Saemi stands there smiling.

“I guess she must’ve been listening. Shame, I was hoping to embarrass her more when we got home.”

You continue to sob, pulling yourself up, you rush out the door.

You run down the beach, ignoring Heeseung calling your name.

As you run along the beach, your legs give up on you.

Falling to the ground once again, you try to stop yourself from crying, but it’s hopeless.

You grip the sand, watching the way your tears make small dents.

You can’t breathe, you’re trying to inhale and failing.

“Y/N?”

That’s not Heeseung calling your name.

You see Jungwon running towards you, and you will yourself to stand.

He crashes into you, nearly knocking you over as his arms come to wrap around you.

“What’s wrong?” He says, exasperated.

He breaks away to cup your face, looking into your eyes.

“He… he,” you can barely speak as you wail.

“Breathe, breathe, it’s okay.”

Jungwon hugs you tighter this time as you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

You find your breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Tell me what happened,” Jungwon says, rubbing your head affectionately.

You spill everything, from the manifestation of your crush, to the events 10 minutes ago.

You feel Jungwon stiffen in your hold.

“Are you fucking kidding?” His voice is angry, something you’ve never heard.

It makes you shiver.

“I can’t believe someone, some people could be so cruel. To someone so sweet.”

You realize at that moment that Jungwon is here comforting you, when you spent the last few days ignoring him completely.

“How can you say that? I’ve been ignoring your texts for him, I don’t deserve your comfort,” you say, trying to pull away.

Jungwon doesn’t let you, pulling you back into his arms, “Baby, that never even occurred to me. Besides, you were manipulated, that’s not your fault.”

You feel more tears roll down your cheeks, and Jungwon pulls back to wipe them with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry,” he says, “not over someone like him.”

You nod, sniffling slightly.

“Pretty girls don’t deserve to cry over shitty men,” Jungwon says, making you laugh.

As the moon shines down on you, you look into Jungwon’s pure eyes.

It clicks.

“You know that connection we mentioned before?” You ask, hands coming up to rest on Jungwon’s cheeks.

He nods, nuzzling his cheek into your hands, turning his head and leaving a kiss on your palm.

You continue, “I think I know what it’s meant for.”

With that, you pull him in. He must realize what you’re planning because he surges forward, connecting your lips eagerly.

It’s desperate and passionate, like it’s been coming for years.

Yet, it’s only been a few days since you met.

His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you open up, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

Before you know it, you’re panting, back to the sand with Jungwon beside you.

You look ahead, seeing the sun begin to rise.

“Shit, I should probably get back.”

Jungwon nods and you both redress.

“If you need me, I’m one text away,” he says.

You go back inside, not seeing Heeseung or Saemi anywhere.

You don’t think you can face them after this, still humiliated at the way you were played.

Jake is still asleep when you sneak back in.

Your eyes are heavy as you lay back in bed, drifting to sleep with nothing on your mind but Jungwon.

The next thing you know, you’re being shaken awake.

“Wake the fuck up!” Jake’s voice yells directly in your face.

You shoot up out of bed, knocking your head against Jake’s who wasn’t fast enough to move.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You shout, rubbing the spot where your foreheads met.

“What is this I hear about you having sex with that Jungwon guy on the beach?” Jake emphasizes his words, while your eyes widen.

“How do you know about that?”

“Heeseung told me! Are you fucking crazy?”

Within seconds, everyone is at the bedroom door.

“You had sex with that boy?” Your dad exclaims, and man is he angry.

The way all eyes are on you makes you uncomfortable.

“Why does it matter? I’m an adult, I can make my own choices!”

“Honey, you barely know him,” your mother says.

“The only reason I was with him in the first place is because of what Heeseung did!”

With that, you retell last night’s events again, although it’s painful to recall.

When you’re done, nobody speaks.

Jake, normally calm in most situations, gets up.

Making his way across the room towards Heeseung, he launches his fist into Heeseung’s face.

Heeseung falls back, his butt hitting the floor.

Nobody moves, before Jake is being held back by your father.

“You played my fucking sister?” Jake spits. He’s not yelling yet his tone is menacing, you’ve never seen him so angry.

“It wasn’t….it wasn’t meant to end the way it did,” Heeseung says, still on the floor.

“You two blatantly played with Y/N’s feelings! Have you no shame?” Heeseung’s mother is furious too, ashamed of her son's actions.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Saemi complains.

Without warning, your mothers hand meets Saemi’s cheek, and she stumbles back from the force.

“You fucked with my daughter, bitch.”

Saemi looks stunned, cowering as your mother raises her fist.

“We’re so sorry for this,” Heeseung’s father says, dragging Heeseung up off the floor and out of the room. His mother does the same with Saemi.

With just your family left in the room, you break the silence, “About Jungwon…I really like him. I know it seems irresponsible but there’s something there I can’t explain. Don’t be mad, please?”

Your mother hugs you, “We understand, I’m sorry this happened in the first place. We promise you’ll never have to see them again.”

The trip is officially cut short, the Lee’s renting a car to take home.

Heeseung tried to talk to Jake, but Jake cut him off.

“Consider us no longer friends.”

As you stand at the shore edge, a familiar presence makes itself known.

“I see you’re packing up. Sad, I was hoping to spend more time with you,” Jungwon says.

“Who said we won’t be spending time together back home? You don’t think I plan to let you go, do you?”

Jungwon laughs, “You’re right, silly me. Text me on the ride okay? We’re here until the end of the week.”

You nod, pulling him in for a hug.

As the water splashes against your heels, you feel at peace.

note: this took forever for no reason and i kinda hate it, sorry. also sorry if the formatting bothers you i didn’t feel like changing it. posted a smut version on my other blog @xoheewon

[xoheewon]

Dangerous - LHS & YJW

synopsis: lee heeseung has always been the apple of your eye until one summer when you meet a cute guy on the beach.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader & jungwon x f!reader

genre: brothers best friend, fluff, angst, meet cute, smut

warnings: MDNI! cursing, cruelty, bullying?, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, violence, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything

wc: 4.1k

Lee Heeseung is your #1 enemy.

Why? Because he’s too damn fine.

And you can’t have him.

Again, why? Because he’s your brother’s best friend.

Your brother Jake and Heeseung met when you were kids. Heeseung is only one year older than you and Jake, so they hit it off immediately, leaving you to pine after him like a lovesick puppy.

Even as a kid you thought he was cute, then when you got to high school and puberty struck, you almost went crazy.

Now as adults, you’re still pining after him. He’s grown into a kind, caring, fine ass man and you can’t do anything about it.

Jake knew about your crush on him from day one and forbid you from having anything to do with Heeseung.

Even Heeseung himself knew about your crush on him, only laughing and ruffling your hair saying it was “cute”.

You don’t want to be cute, you don’t want to be someone Heeseung just views as his best friend’s sister.

But what can you do? Any attempts to change his view of you have been ignored.

You can never escape him, and it makes it hard to get over him.

Ever since your families became friends, it’s been a tradition to take a trip to a house on the beach every summer.

Now, as you eavesdrop on Jake and Heeseung’s conversation, you feel your heart drop.

“Inviting Saemi on the trip was a great idea, she’s totally into you. Bet you’ll get laid come nightfall,” Jake says, and you can practically hear the smile on his face.

Heeseung invited a girl on the trip, one he’s probably into.

Sneaking past Jake’s room back into yours, you lay down on your bed, trying to ignore the tears pricking your eyes.

You shouldn’t cry, you already knew your chances with Heeseung were slim to none.

Still, it hurts to know that your feelings were completely squashed.

At least he never rejected you directly, that probably would have hurt worse.

You can’t help but wonder, has Heeseung ever looked at you differently? Does he even think you’re worth liking.

You know you shouldn’t depend on the feelings of one man, but Heeseung was always someone you wanted, yet you never felt wanted back.

Your cheeks are wet before you can even process it. Sniffling, you shut your eyes, hoping to just fall asleep so you don’t have to confront your feelings.

When you open your eyes again, it’s morning and the day of the trip.

Instead of traveling separately, your families choose to rent a large van to accommodate everyone.

There’s a loud knock on your bedroom door, “Wake up,” you hear Jake yell, “we’re leaving in an hour.”

Albeit groggily, you get up and get ready.

Heading downstairs, Heeseung and Jake are joined by your parents at the table.

You head for the living room, ignoring Heeseung and Jake and saying hello to your parents.

You sit on the couch eating a banana while everyone finishes getting ready to leave.

As everyone stands outside loading up the van, a car pulls up and you can only assume it’s Saemi who steps out.

She runs over to Heeseung, hugging him tightly before doing the same to Jake.

She introduces herself to your parents before making her way to you.

“Hi! I’ve heard so much about you from Jake, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Saemi.”

You put on a forced smile, shaking her hand, “I’m Y/N.”

Without another word, you walk past her and get in the van, making your way to the back row, hoping no one sits beside you.

Thankfully no one does and you put your headphones on ready to sleep for the whole trip.

That’s exactly what you do, and when you next open your eyes, it’s to Jake shaking you awake.

“We’re here, come on.”

You stretch, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

You get out last, getting your bags out of the trunk before making your way to the room you always use.

Wait. If there’s one more person on this trip, does this mean you’ll be sharing a room with Saemi?

You internally groan, not prepared for her to walk through the door, but you’re surprised as Jake’s face pops in instead.

“We’re sharing a room?” You ask, sighing in relief as Jake nods his head.

Then that means… Heeseung and Saemi are sharing a room?

God, you want to throw up.

You don’t say anything, vowing to not let it show how much this bothers you.

It’s still early in the afternoon, everyone decides to head to the beach.

You change into your bathing suit, grab your phone, a towel, sunscreen and make your way outside.

The beach is a mere few feet away. You find a spot to set up and apply sunscreen to your body.

You realize you need to get your back and are about to ask your mom when you hear the sound of barking coming close to you.

A fluffy white dog is going 100 miles per hour towards you and before you can react, it jumps into your lap.

“Maeum stop!”

Suddenly the only thing in your line of vision is tan skin and black hair.

The person, a man, takes the dog out of your lap.

Finally getting a glimpse of his face, you’re stunned at how handsome he is.

“I’m so sorry, did he hurt you?” The man asks, his large eyes filled with worry.

You stutter out an answer, “No! Not at all.”

“I’m sorry again, he just yanked himself out of my hands, I tried to catch him but he’s fast,” he giggles.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m Y/N.” You’re usually never so bold as to introduce yourself to someone first but something about him is mesmerizing.

You put your hand out, and he takes it, shaking it lightly, “I’m Jungwon.”

“Do you wanna sit with me?” You ask, praying this doesn’t lead to you being embarrassed.

Jungwon looks surprised, but then he smiles and boy is it beautiful.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He sits next to you on your towel, Maeum making his way back into your lap.

You spend the next 2 hours talking to Jungwon, learning things about one another.

Turns out he’s from the same area as you, and even goes to the same college. You’re surprised you’ve never seen one another.

He makes you laugh like you haven’t laughed in days.

When your families are getting ready to leave, you reluctantly say goodbye to Jungwon, but now without giving him your number first, promising to hang out again.

“Who was that, sweetie?” Your mom asks when you’re back in the house.

“That was Jungwon, his dog jumped me and I asked him to hang with me.”

“That’s nice,” your dad says, chuckling.

“Don’t think about doing anything funny, you just met him,” Jake says, wagging his finger at you.

You scoff, pushing him as everyone laughs while you blush.

The next day, you text Jungwon.

He asks you to hang out again and you eagerly agree.

He comes to the door, knocking and you rush to open it, pushing Jake out of the way.

“Hi, you look nice,” he says, making you swoon inside. No it’s nothing special, but it makes you happy nonetheless.

“Thank you, you look nice too.”

“Invite him inside Y/N,” your dad shouts from the kitchen.

“Do you wanna come in? You don’t have to.”

Jungwon nods, albeit hesitantly, stepping inside.

You take his arm, leading him to the kitchen.

Running through everyone quickly, you waste no time in getting yourselves out of there.

You miss the eyes following you on the way out.

There’s a city not far from the beach and Jungwon has decided to treat you to lunch.

You originally declined, not wanting to come off as greedy, but he insisted.

As you sit in the restaurant booth, facing one another, you take a minute to really look at Jungwon

He’s beautiful, this you already knew, but his features are sharp yet delicate.

His eyes are big, like boba balls and his nose fits his face perfectly. His mouth looks so…kissable.

Is that wrong to say? Knowing you just met.

“You’re staring,” he says, giggling as heat rises to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so nice to look at.” You shrug it off, not knowing what’s come over you.

He laughs, a hearty one this time, “You’re cute.”

Conversation flows from there.

You talk about yourselves, shooting questions back and forth.

Even when your food comes, you’re more focused on him.

You feel like you’re back in high school, like you should be twirling your hair and giggling.

This effect Jungwon has on you is crazy.

After you’ve both finished and he’s paid, you end up back on the back, walking along the shore line with your shoes off.

“I really meant it when I said you look nice. Not just nice, beautiful,” he says, looking at you brightly.

“Stop! Coming from someone like you..I think you’re beautiful too. In a way I’ve never seen.”

It’s his turn to blush and you take the opportunity to poke him teasingly.

“Is it weird we just met yesterday but I already feel a strong connection to you?” You ask, looking down at the small waves making contact with your feet.

Jungwon shakes his head, “No, I feel the same way. It’s like something pushing us together.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, do you?”

You nod, smiling behind your hand.

Jungwon moves your hand, “Don’t hide your smile, it’s beautiful, like you.”

You hug his arm, holding onto it as you continue to walk.

It’s late at night by the time you get back, having wished Jungwon farewell with a kiss to his cheek.

Everyone seems to be asleep, yet as you turn the corner to enter your room, you’re met with a hard chest.

Looking up, you’re met with Heeseung’s frown.

“What were you doing with him?” He spits, tone venomous.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Why does it matter?”

“You just met this guy and suddenly he’s got all your attention?”

“Again, why does that matter to you?”

“Because it should be on me, not some random guy!” He’s whispering harshly, trying his best not to wake anyone.

The gears begin to turn in your head.

“You care because my attention isn’t on you? Is that all you care about? My attention? I didn’t realize your ego was so big.”

His face falters, like he said something he shouldn’t.

You continue, your own tone now vicious, “I can’t believe all these years I’ve been doing nothing but feeding your inflated ego! You don’t give a shit about me in the slightest.”

“That’s not true, I do care about you.”

“Yeah,” you question, “what’s my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Wrong, it’s orange. When’s my birthday?”

“Sept-“

“Wrong, again. It’s August. You don’t know shit about me, yet I know so much about you.”

“Like what?” He challenges you.

You clear your throat, “Your birthday is October 15th, your favorite colors are ivory and purple, your favorite past time is basketball, you can sing but you don’t like people knowing, your major is engineering, in 5th grade you got suspended for pranking a teacher which you’ve sworn to keep secret, guess what it’s really not a secret, should I go on?

Heeseung is stunned into silence, he didn’t realize how much you truly knew.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he stutters.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t. The point is Heeseung I’ve been nothing but an ego boost to you, and that’s pretty fucked up.”

You’re about to walk around him, when he catches your wrist.

“Let me get to know you, please.”

“Why now, all of a sudden?”

“Because, you deserve better than what I’ve given you.”

You know you shouldn’t give in, but the pitiful look he gives you makes you sway.

“Fine, but for now, I’m going to bed.”

Morning comes and you recall last night's confrontation.

Are you really giving Heeseung a chance?

Yes, it seems so.

When you make your way to the kitchen, Heeseung is the only one there.

“Where is everyone?” You ask, sitting at the table.

“They went out, so we have time to ourselves.”

He sits down across from you.

“I wanna hear about you, what you’re really like, what I’ve been missing out on.”

As Heeseung asks you questions, you answer them somewhat eagerly, getting more and more open as time passes.

You’re laughing together by the time everyone gets back, and you don’t miss the wink Heeseung gives you before giving his attention elsewhere.

Jake babbles for the rest of the morning about what they did and how cool it was.

Later in the afternoon, Heeseung finds you again.

“I wanna take you somewhere.”

You question him but he says it’s a surprise.

He takes you to a secluded area of the beach, where you sit in the sun, soaking it up.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says, gazing at you fondly.

You know you shouldn’t, but you feel yourself curl up in shyness.

This is what you always wanted, to be viewed differently by Heeseung.

Your phone buzzes and you briefly glance at it, pausing when you see Jungwon’s name.

You should answer but Heeseung catches your attention again.

2 days have passed, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

Heeseung has been amazing.

He takes you out, showers you with attention and compliments, and it feels like you really have a connection now.

You lay awake in the room you share with Jake.

Happiness can’t even begin to describe your feelings.

You feel parched all of a sudden.

Making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, you hear two hushed voices outside on the patio.

“I can’t believe she fell for this shit. All it took was a few compliments and some attention and she was like putty in your hands.”

You recognize Saemi’s voice, what you don’t expect is to hear Heeseung respond.

“I know, she’s so easy. It’ll only be another few days of this and then I can be free of her.”

Saemi speaks again, in a mocking tone “Poor Y/N, so naive and stupid.”

Suddenly, it feels like your world is crashing down around you.

This whole time, you’ve been the butt of their joke.

You can’t control the tears as they gush out of your eyes.

You fall to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Y/N?”

Heeseung’s voice makes you look up.

He and Saemi are standing there.

He looks shocked, while Saemi stands there smiling.

“I guess she must’ve been listening. Shame, I was hoping to embarrass her more when we got home.”

You continue to sob, pulling yourself up, you rush out the door.

You run down the beach, ignoring Heeseung calling your name.

As you run along the beach, your legs give up on you.

Falling to the ground once again, you try to stop yourself from crying, but it’s hopeless.

You grip the sand, watching the way your tears make small dents.

You can’t breathe, you’re trying to inhale and failing.

“Y/N?”

That’s not Heeseung calling your name.

You see Jungwon running towards you, and you will yourself to stand.

He crashes into you, nearly knocking you over as his arms come to wrap around you.

“What’s wrong?” He says, exasperated.

He breaks away to cup your face, looking into your eyes.

“He… he,” you can barely speak as you wail.

“Breathe, breathe, it’s okay.”

Jungwon hugs you tighter this time as you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

You find your breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Tell me what happened,” Jungwon says, rubbing your head affectionately.

You spill everything, from the manifestation of your crush, to the events 10 minutes ago.

You feel Jungwon stiffen in your hold.

“Are you fucking kidding?” His voice is angry, something you’ve never heard.

It makes you shiver.

“I can’t believe someone, some people could be so cruel. To someone so sweet.”

You realize at that moment that Jungwon is here comforting you, when you spent the last few days ignoring him completely.

“How can you say that? I’ve been ignoring your texts for him, I don’t deserve your comfort,” you say, trying to pull away.

Jungwon doesn’t let you, pulling you back into his arms, “Baby, that never even occurred to me. Besides, you were manipulated, that’s not your fault.”

You feel more tears roll down your cheeks, and Jungwon pulls back to wipe them with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry,” he says, “not over someone like him.”

You nod, sniffling slightly.

“Pretty girls don’t deserve to cry over shitty men,” Jungwon says, making you laugh.

As the moon shines down on you, you look into Jungwon’s pure eyes.

It clicks.

“You know that connection we mentioned before?” You ask, hands coming up to rest on Jungwon’s cheeks.

He nods, nuzzling his cheek into your hands, turning his head and leaving a kiss on your palm.

You continue, “I think I know what it’s meant for.”

With that, you pull him in. He must realize what you’re planning because he surges forward, connecting your lips eagerly.

It’s desperate and passionate, like it’s been coming for years.

Yet, it’s only been a few days since you met.

His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you open up, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

When you pull back, you’re both panting.

“I want you, now,” you say, tugging on his shirt.

“What if someone sees?”

“What if I want them to see?”

Jungwon shuts up, pulling his shirt over his head as you do the same.

He kisses you again, leading you to the soft ground of sand.

As you lay on your back, his kisses move from your lips to your neck, making their way down to your breasts.

He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it.

You moan, loudly, running your fingers through his hair.

He gives his attention to the other nipple, doing the same and using his hand to play with the other.

He kisses down your stomach, reaching the waistband of your shorts.

You thank god you went without underwear, wanting to be more comfortable.

Your pussy glistens under the moonlight and Jungwon dives in.

Taking your clit into his mouth, he sucks hard, making you arch your back.

He plays with it, circling it with his tongue.

Letting it go with a pop, his tongue makes its way between your folds, actively taking in all your arousal.

The wet, slurping sounds make your ears red, and you whine, gripping his hair tighter.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he says before going back in, kissing and licking your folds.

He focuses on your hole, clenching around nothing as he sticks his tongue inside.

You squeal at the pleasure, crying out as he fucks his tongue in and out.

He slowly pushes one finger inside, getting you used to the feeling.

Jungwon thrusts that finger in and out, along with his tongue, until you’re ready for another.

He focuses his tongue back on your clit, while his fingers stretch you out.

Chanting his name like a mantra, you feel yourself about to cum.

He pulls away at the last second, making you whine in protest.

“I need to fuck you now,” he says, leaving a kiss on your lips.

He unzips his shorts, pulling them down with his underwear to let his cock free.

It slaps against his stomach, and you feel more arousal drool out of you.

He takes his cock in hand, running it up and down through your folds.

“Please, please fuck me,” you say sweetly.

Jungwon gently pushes in, looking at you for any pain or discomfort.

When you don’t show any, he begins to thrust, slow but steady.

The way his cock drags through your walls has your eyes rolling back.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him in even further, both of you moaning in pleasure.

“Faster Wonnie.”

He picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your ears along with your moans and his grunts.

He grabs your legs, pushing them against your chest, changing the angle.

Your wetness has spread everywhere at this point, splashing against your stomach and his.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically, “Want your cum, please.”

His thrusts become frantic, you whimper into your hand as he buries his face in your neck.

You cum at the same time, almost pushing him out but he stays firm in filling you up.

As he comes to a stop, he pulls out, watching his cum dribble out of you onto the sand.

“Fuck,” you say, out of breath.

Jungwon leans down to kiss you once more, hand gripping the base of your neck.

“Good?” He asks, tapping your clit teasingly with his fingers, making you jump, smacking his hand away.

You nod, gazing at the sunrise behind you.

“Shit, I should probably get back inside.”

Jungwon agrees, putting himself back in his pants and pulling your shorts up.

Putting your shirts on, you give him one last kiss, “I’ll see you later?”

He nods, “And if you need me to be there for you, I’m one text away.”

You go back inside, not seeing Heeseung or Saemi anywhere.

You don’t think you can face them after this, still humiliated at the way you were played.

Jake is still asleep when you sneak back in.

Your eyes are heavy as you lay back in bed, drifting to sleep with nothing on your mind but Jungwon.

The next thing you know, you’re being shaken awake.

“Wake the fuck up!” Jake’s voice yells directly in your face.

You shoot up out of bed, knocking your head against Jake’s who wasn’t fast enough to move.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You shout, rubbing the spot where your foreheads met.

“What is this I hear about you having sex with that Jungwon guy on the beach?” Jake emphasizes his words, while your eyes widen.

“How do you know about that?”

“Heeseung told me! Are you fucking crazy?”

Within seconds, everyone is at the bedroom door.

“You had sex with that boy?” Your dad exclaims, and man is he angry.

The way all eyes are on you makes you uncomfortable.

“Why does it matter? I’m an adult, I can make my own choices!”

“Honey, you barely know him,” your mother says.

“The only reason I was with him in the first place is because of what Heeseung did!”

With that, you retell last night’s events again, although it’s painful to recall.

When you’re done, nobody speaks.

Jake, normally calm in most situations, gets up.

Making his way across the room towards Heeseung, he launches his fist into Heeseung’s face.

Heeseung falls back, his butt hitting the floor.

Nobody moves, before Jake is being held back by your father.

“You played my fucking sister?” Jake spits. He’s not yelling yet his tone is menacing, you’ve never seen him so angry.

“It wasn’t….it wasn’t meant to end the way it did,” Heeseung says, still on the floor.

“You two blatantly played with Y/N’s feelings! Have you no shame?” Heeseung’s mother is furious too, ashamed of her son's actions.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Saemi complains.

Without warning, your mothers hand meets Saemi’s cheek, and she stumbles back from the force.

“You fucked with my daughter, bitch.”

Saemi looks stunned, cowering as your mother raises her fist.

“We’re so sorry for this,” Heeseung’s father says, dragging Heeseung up off the floor and out of the room. His mother does the same with Saemi.

With just your family left in the room, you break the silence, “About Jungwon…I really like him. I know it seems irresponsible but there’s something there I can’t explain. Don’t be mad, please?”

Your mother hugs you, “We understand, I’m sorry this happened in the first place. We promise you’ll never have to see them again.”

The trip is officially cut short, the Lee’s renting a car to take home.

Heeseung tried to talk to Jake, but Jake cut him off.

“Consider us no longer friends.”

As you stand at the shore edge, a familiar presence makes itself known.

“I see you’re packing up. Sad, I was hoping to spend more time with you,” Jungwon says.

“Who said we won’t be spending time together back home? You don’t think I plan to let you go, do you?”

Jungwon laughs, “You’re right, silly me. Text me on the ride okay? We’re here until the end of the week.”

You nod, pulling him in for a hug.

As the water splashes against your heels, you feel at peace.

note: didn’t feel like changing the formatting so sorry if it bothers you. will be posting a no-smut version on my main @aewon

[zimtlees]

HI !! I know I've said it a million times already but I love your art so much you're genuinely so talented 😭, I still feel so lucky you drew smth for me :)) and it gives me more inspiration for my art 🙏🙏 My obsession with adult Orel and Moral Orel came back once I came across you WOOHOOOHDJDJERRN And I was wondering, and I don't know if you already have but, if you would share more of your headcanons about him, his family, the immoral orel au, ANYTHING !!!1! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HCS !!! I'm very invested... (y también pensé que nunca conocería a alguien que estuviera tan loco por él como yo, así que me siento mejor por eso) We've been blessed with everything you make and I get so happy every time you post :DDD and you're genuinely a very kind person so I hope you have a great rest of your day 🙏🙏❤❤ (and sorry for this long ass paragraph ask HRJHRHRBBR)

OREL HC????? Okay, first I'll say the hc I have (all silly, nothing serious?) and then I get cheesy...uh

Right, first let's start with uhhhh a silly headcanon I have is that when he was younger he wanted to be like Reverend Putty...for his great service to God and all that uh. Then when he grew up he'd want to study to be a doctor...it's a good profession for him (I know I explained this in a post a few months ago), he likes to help people, and he'd definitely give his patients loads of attention without being as negligent as the doctor in Moralton lmao. (I should do a whole post about this as I actually have a lot to say about his career path)

I'm a firm believer that at some point he continued to smoke weed...maybe in his teens?? He'd know it was wrong, but it helped him to zone out, so it was fun, plus he'd definitely hang out with people who smoked too, and Orel is...very easily influenced.

Definitely in school he'd be smart, but also REALLY DISTRACTED...and goofy, I'm pretty sure hardly any girls would be interested in him. (Maybe he also became a bit weird), he's bad at picking up hints and reading people's body language... so everyone would have to be REALLY direct if they wanted to talk to him about anything. (Aahh he'd probably have to move outta Moralton to study for a serious doctor career...then he'd have to adapt to new people...bad boys)

He'd probably only start officially dating Christina when they were both legal...and she had the freedom to leave her house whenever she wanted!!! Happy ending.

CHRISTINA IS SADISTIC-

...I didn't say anything, but if Orel is a masochist and Christina's an 'alternative' version of him then uh, I don't want to think about what would have happened in her chapter...

In his teens he'd really enjoy grunge and soft rock...uhgg I dunno, I just feel it. (Even though he's not that into music)

He's a goofy..nice...overprotective.....VERY overprotective dad, and that'd cause problems with his kids when they hit their teens...stupid (I love him) Orel..aahg, I mean, aahhh I also think he'd do loads of things that embarrass his kids!! But without realising lmao, he'd be like...trying to talk like them? That 'teen language' as he calls it haha.

IN HIS TEENS A LOT HAPPENED - UGH, not just between him and his parents...I mean also with his 'friends', even if he stopped being (just a bit) innocent, loads of people would definitely manipulate him into doing anything.

I don't think Clay and Bloberta ever divorced lmao, feel like they just stayed together and miserable...just like in that pic Orel has in his living room (Plus, I love that pic, it proves Orel doesn't hide his parents, he loves them despite everything and he'd definitely tell his kids to love them...wwgggh)

You know what I'm pretty sure about? Doughy and Orel got into a fight and came to blows in their teens, what caused it? Probably Doughy, in loads of episodes he looked like he was betraying his best mate for attention and affection from an adult...(but ugh, don't judge, it's written so well and we know why he did all that, even though that doesn't mean it was right, yeah, plus...there's no guarantee he changed after that, if we think about it Doughy had NO ONE, to teach him right from wrong), at some point he'd do a 'silly betrayal', to Orel...that'd make him SO ANGRY (cos it's not the first time) that mixed with a strong IMPULSE LMAO, he'd punch him, then he'd punch him back...and well, it'd all end with forgiveness and Doughy learning something.

And that's just a part of what I have cos I wrote a lot lmao...

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hmmm do you perhaps have any rose and/or granger-weasley family headcanons that you're willing to share with the audience 🎤 🎤🎤

bless you nkem for dragging me back to my roots as a headcanoning account and YES I INFACT DOOOO

rose:

sometimes i forget that white rose is also canon, but to me she's black. and also ginger. don't ask how both can be true, just is.

literally is her mother 2.0, but has her dad's sass. and she got ron and hermione’s combined anger so like,,, jesus.

was extremely tall as a child and would bully people for being small but then stopped growing when she was fourteen and everyone caught up to her and surpassed her (karma)

had braces when she was an adult

out of all the wotters she had the most pride and arrogance. to the point where she can be clumsy and nerdy as shit and if someone laughs at her she throws the biggest hissy fit

this is why albus and her got along so well. because he also doesn’t like getting teased and the whole family would act as if rose and albus were crazy for getting upset at harmless jokes

looks very young. like a teenager even until shes thirty

biggest most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen like literally

she’s either the most stylish with 110% effort or she’s coming in mismatched pyjamas with no bra, not even 0% effort its in the negatives

her room is always always always filthy

gryffindor chaser until she graduates. never was quidditch captain cuz she was too scary, but was vice captain cuz shes great at ordering people around (she doesn’t even have to try that much, they just listen to her)

similarly she’s just such a leader. people gravitate to her or purposefully avoid her for this reason

like this is the reason why hugo is so damn uncontrollable because he grew up with rose as an older sister and hermione as a mum. no one compares to them.

even ron defers to rose 💀 granger-weasley family is a straight matriarchy

suchhhh a menace as a child lol would cry about being teased and then turn around and call albus’ best friend ugly to his face (she doesn’t actually think she’s teasing, because she’s not joking. she’s being deadass. she’s saying this all very matter-of-factly. “scorpius has very big teeth. not a bad thing it just puts his whole face off balance and makes him look uncanny. not a bad thing just very unnatural. not a bad thing just your friend is visually unappealing.” it’s actually so much worse).

then she learns what ✨inside voices✨ are. but she still struggles. bless.

annoying feminist valedictorian that half the schools hates just because shes a successful black girl that has twice the IQ as them. literally hermione all over.

has personal beef with veggies

started joining in on wotter banter when her frontal lobe developed because it was always a pride thing for her, and that grew into steel. shes not gonna bother cracking the shits when roxanne calls her an unc but she won’t hesitate to rip a new ass into somebody if they overstep with her

look. i keep forgetting this is not canon because she acts so much like it in text but this girl HATES boys. og misandrist. never got the hype about men (*cough* lesbian *cough).

both her and polly got into kpop as a joke but now she genuinely really likes it (newjeans fan number one… which.. rest in peace for that 😭)

links up with polly in the most random of places. like they hang out during polly’s church on sunday mornings whilst she’s praying and rose is sitting next to her on the pew like 🙂 or just in one of those underpasses underneath the train thats filthy with moss and stuff

idolises her mum so much likes shes such a mama’s girl despite the mummy issues she may have. hermione and her are locked in fr. twinnem.

doesn’t date whilst shes in hogwarts cuz she believes shes better than 90% of the people there. but maybe she’d experiment in her last year just to check shit off her before-grad bucket list

granger-weasley family:

matriarchy next question

idk if this is actually canon or just heavily implied but ron definitely quit being an auror to be a dad when hermione was pregnant with rose

rose was going to be named aurora but ron had this dream of this little curly haired toddler girl and him calling her rose, so he made the dream a reality 🥹 (rose is so pissed when she finds out she couldve been AURORA. hugo is more pissed when he finds out he would’ve been named aurora too if he had been a girl).

ron’s known as the chess master supreme and im sorry but rose and hugo are absolutely shit compared to him so at every weasley hang out, rose would make all her cousins queue up to see if anyone could beat ron and she facilitates this with a list so no one sneaks back into line after ron inevitably beats them. hugo commentates and hermione refs 😭

hermione refs everything in the granger-weasley household actually even when ron is arguing with one of the kids, they will all turn to her for a final verdict (she’s usually on the “apologise to your father” side but bless)

rose and hugo have cousins on the granger side but theyre not so super close to them cuz theyre like,,, second cousins yk.

back when rose and hugo were super young and hermione was really busy with ministry work, it would just be him and the two kids lots of the time and he’d try to do cute things like taking them to picnics or to the beach. but then he’d forget to do simple shit like putting a cooling charm on the sandwiches or packing towels and he would get soooo upset hugo and rose would try to cheer him up 😭 hugo would probs pick weed flowers for ron or give him broken shells or some shit

also ron is definitely that one dad who is ALWAYS surrounded by mums who volunteer at their kids’ schools or help out at their daughters dance recitals. like he is literally the only man there its hilarious

all the single mums clearly Want him too and every time hermione pulls up and she’s hit with one of the “youre sooooo lucky your husband helps out whilst youre soooo busy with work 😗” she gets premonitions of sending The BirdsTM after them too

when hugo goes to hogwarts rose forces him to have wednesday meals with her so they can have time to catch up. so i dont think rose and hugo ever really drift apart even there is a bit of an age gap. plus i imagine theyre both gryffindors so theyre always chilling in the common room too.

ron is super love dovey with hermione in front of their kids its the most disgusting thing to them. like get away from our mother you freak.

hermione and ron take baby rose and hugo to the cinema for kids movies and hermione is the one who manspreads and sleeps through 80% of it and ron is always trying not to be so moved into tears by the end

ron taught hugo how to crop dust

rose and hugo are somewhat used to people shit talking their mother because she’s literally the president, so they get pissed off but theyre kind of used to it. but do NAWTTT disrespect their father without expecting to catch a stray

hermione yaps about her kids and husband allllll the time to her colleagues in the office. shes so proud of them for just like,, existing. she will build them up as the gods amongst all children. they all know everything about rose and hugo but rose and hugo no jackshit about them.

ron keeps all of his kids’ pieces of art and school projects and baby teeth and shoes and friendship bracelets. if hermione even thinks of throwing some away (she likes a clean house) she will have to fistfight ron and suffer his days-long silent treatment (hugo and rose dont care half the time, its literally just ron who wants to keep everything).

ron does the mum thing where he pees in the dark with the door open and everyone just has to ignore it

hermione runs every parent volunteer bake sale like the military. one of the kids tried to haggle her and they were at the stalk for like 40 minutes before they mutually agreed to lower the price by 40 cents. rose was soooo embarrassed.

hugo would offer to massage hermione’s shoulders when she got back from work so he can be a good little son but he was absolutely shit at it and would get his skinny fingers and jab them into her joints to get out ‘the knot.’ it hurt her more often than not but hermione would always agree to it and say hes amazing through tears of agony

rose wanted matching hair with ron as a kid

when ron got the joke shop and hermione had rose it was literally just a shop for making babies life for the next few years until hugo grew up and george duelled him to return the shop back to its old glory

ok thats all ive yapped sm it took me like months to make this post im so sorry.

[tokusmuts]

A forbidden love, with a new heart's desire!

P/s: This is the story which I was requested...from 2022, sorry @glaremeh for taking that much time to finally have a chance to write it, hope that your friend can still read it somehow!

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Nao Nagasawa

Words count: 4088

Categories: Oneshot, MILF, Riding, Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl, Blowjob, Breastfeeding.

Enjoy!

Summer has come; you don't know for anyone, but for yourself, this is a dream time, at least when you are still a student, like now, 18 years old, and have completed all the exams before entering university. learn. This is your last time as a teenager, and not only you but also your whole family want to enjoy this time as much as possible. With your dad rewarding himself with an expedition, you and your mom couldn't stand it, so you also organized a beach trip together. If it was just you and your mom on the trip, it would be very cozy, but that's when you realize your mom will bring her friends along. It was none other than Ms. Nao, who often came to her friend's house to play. Actually, you don't have any problem with her; she's even very nice to you, but she is a single mother. Although it was difficult for her not to bring her child along, you also didn't like that child. If only he had a part of his mother, that would be enough for you to fully enjoy this trip. But it's okay to have Ms. Nao here; at least you don't have to be a reluctant babysitter because there are two adults here to take turns looking after that annoying kid without you. After you have ignored the most annoying obstacle, the convoy has reached the beach. The feeling of wind and sun hitting your face really makes you want this trip to last all summer or even into your freshman year. After checking into the hotel, it was still extremely difficult for two families (or rather, two mothers and two children) to separate, especially given the story of the two parents. Fortunately, Ms. Nao finally ended the story with a closing sentence:

"Change quickly, and let's go to the beach, my friend! Remember to wear your bikini; we must have a lot of pictures then!"

Your mother also seemed interested in this, so she immediately agreed, probably to show it off to your father when she got home. But there's something else on your mind—you're about to see Ms. Nao in a bikini! You often hear that single mothers have amazing bodies, and in fact, your teenage years are the perfect opportunity to start absorbing a little bit of adult culture like this. And you’re starting to think that this trip is going to be even more interesting than you expected.

As you walked towards your rooms, you tried hard not to stare at Ms. Nao's ass swaying enticingly beneath her loose T-shirt and shorts. Once inside the room, you quickly changed into your own swimsuit, trying hard not to think about how close you were going to get to seeing her in hers soon. When everyone was dressed appropriately, you headed down to the beach together. The sun was already high up in the sky, casting its warm rays upon the sandy shoreline, creating a picture-perfect scene. Children ran around happily, building sandcastles, while their parents lounged lazily on colorful umbrellas.

As you settled onto your spot under one such umbrella, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Ms. Nao moved, every step seeming almost fluid as she adjusted her sunglasses and spread out her towel next to yours. Her figure was truly breathtaking, accentuated perfectly by her choice of attire: a skimpy orange two-piece suit that highlighted every curve and contour of her toned physique. Your eyes drifted downward involuntarily, taking in the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. It wasn't easy, though; the sight of Ms. Nao adjusting her bikini straps, exposing more of her tanned skin, made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

“Wow, so what I often hear is true then, and it's even better!” - Finally, what you've heard about single mothers is proven at this moment.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you. Yes, everything you heard about single mothers having amazing bodies was indeed true, and seeing Ms. Nao in person confirmed it beyond any doubt. As you watched her move gracefully across the sand, you found yourself mesmerized by the way her bikini clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Even though your mom was chatting animatedly nearby, your gaze kept drifting back to her friend.

It was clear that Ms. Nao noticed your attention, but instead of being embarrassed or uncomfortable, she seemed to embrace it. She flashed you a knowing smile, winking subtly as she picked up a volleyball and called out, "Come on, kids! Let's play!"

Embarrassment flooded through you at being caught staring, but you forced yourself to join in the game. It was strange, playing volleyball with your mother and her friend, but somehow, it felt right. Ms. Nao's laughter rang out freely, and her athleticism was evident as she dove for the ball and sent spikes flying across the net. Her breasts jiggled slightly within her top, and you could see her nipples hardening under the heat of the sun. Meanwhile, your mom played along, enjoying herself despite her obvious discomfort around Ms. Nao's flirtatious demeanor. However, you couldn't deny that there was something undeniably sexy about watching them both interact. The game continued for hours, and eventually, exhaustion caught up to everyone involved. Finally, they decided to call it quits and head back to their respective rooms to freshen up before lunch. But her body is starting to make you not stand for it anymore. And then, you wonder if you should do something risky or not. The thought of doing something risky crossed your mind, but you hesitated. What if things went wrong? What if Ms. Nao took offense? Despite these doubts, the urge to act on your desires grew stronger. The sun beating down on your skin, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the image of Ms. Nao in her bikini played through your thoughts relentlessly.

Finally, after some internal debate, you made up your mind. You approached Ms. Nao as she lay down on her towel, sipping coconut water and letting the sun kiss her bare skin. "Ms. Nao," you began hesitantly, "I just wanted to say... you look amazing today."

Her eyes widened slightly at your sudden boldness, but she recovered quickly. "Thank you," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. “And...uh, I got something more to say, but can we talk in a...more private place at, you know, this beach?” - Now that’s the risky thing you had to give it a chance to do.

Ms. Nao raised an eyebrow at your request for privacy, but she seemed intrigued rather than offended. She set down her coconut water and stood up, brushing sand from her bikini bottoms as she did so. "Alright, lead the way," she said with a playful glint in her eye.

You guided her away from the crowded area where families played and laughed, walking along the shoreline until you reached a secluded spot where tall grasses formed natural barriers. The wind carried the distant sound of laughter and splashing water, but it was quiet enough for you to speak without being overheard. Ms. Nao looked at you expectantly, waiting for whatever it was you wanted to discuss.

"Uh, so..." you stammered, feeling nervous under her gaze. "I've been thinking about what I said earlier. About how amazing you look in that bikini..." Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, but you pushed forward anyway. "Is there any chance...we could maybe see more?"

To your surprise, Ms. Nao chuckled softly. "You're quite direct, aren't you?" She asked teasingly

“I mean, I've heard many talks about how perfect single mothers are! And you're a single mom also, but through the years, I just saw you as a good guest in my family, especially for me. But today, there's something growing on me through all of our times together, and... Sorry if I was too bold, I cannot think about anything else then!” - you took a deep breath, showing everything you feel right now about her.

Ms. Nao studied your flushed face, taking in your honest confession. She seemed amused by your boldness but also appreciative of your sincerity. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in satisfying your curiosity," she murmured seductively, reaching behind her neck to untie the strings of her top.

With a flick of her wrist, she let the fabric fall away, revealing her incredible breasts - full, firm, and tanned to perfection. Your breath hitched at the sight, and your eyes devoured every detail. She leaned closer, allowing you to gently touch her soft skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as you realized what you were doing, yet you couldn't resist the temptation.

"Now, what about the rest?" Ms. Nao purred, unbuttoning her bikini bottoms slowly. As they slid down her hips, revealing her trimmed bush and slender legs, you gasped involuntarily. There was no denying it now: Ms. Nao was the embodiment of feminine beauty and confidence. You felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins, but also fear - this situation was risky and dangerous.

“This is...perfect, but why do you just deny all the men out there? Your body is just undeniable!” - you are stunned by your view right now, and it’s come with a long enough wonder as you ask her directly with trembles.

Ms. Nao smiled sadly, running her fingers through her hair as she stepped back into her bikini bottoms. "Life hasn't exactly been kind to me lately," she admitted softly. "After my divorce, I focused solely on raising my child. Men have come and gone, but none of them were worth my time or energy." She paused, looking directly into your eyes. "Until now."

Something shifted between you then - an understanding, a connection born from shared secrets and mutual attraction. You knew you shouldn't pursue this further, but you couldn't resist the pull either.

"What happens next is up to us," Ms. Nao whispered, stepping closer once more. "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and butterflies danced in your stomach. This was dangerous territory, yet the thrill of danger only fueled your desire. You nodded silently, unable to find words, as you reached for her again.

She sighed, leaning into your touch, her body responding eagerly to your tentative caresses. For a few stolen moments, you explored her lush curves, losing yourself in the warmth of her skin and the scent of saltwater mixed with her sunscreen. Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the sensations, each touch igniting a fire within you both. It was clear that Ms. Nao was enjoying this as much as you were; her breaths became shallow, her moans barely audible above the sound of the waves.

“Ms. Nao...I'm…” “Shhh,...”

She whispered, placing a finger over your lips. "We need to keep this secret, alright? No one can ever know about us, understand?"

You nodded frantically, your mind racing with the implications of what you were doing. You couldn't believe this was actually happening - you were making love to your mom's best friend, right here on the beach!

Slowly, Ms. Nao led you back to your blanket, keeping her hand locked with yours as you walked. Once they were alone, she pulled you close, her lips crashing hungrily against yours. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate dance, their bodies melting into each other's embrace. Her breasts pressed against your chest, and her thigh rubbed against your crotch, causing a visible bulge in your swim trunks.

“This...is...amazing, Ms.Nao!” - You cannot complete your words normally, as she’s now controlling the kiss.

Ms. Nao smiled against your lips, her hands roaming over your back and pulling you even closer. "That's what I like to hear," she murmured, breaking away only long enough to catch her breath. "But remember, we can't let anyone find out about us. We're taking a huge risk here."

Despite the warning, you couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the taboo nature of your affair. Her words only served to heighten your arousal, making your erection strain against your swimsuit. Ms. Nao seemed to sense this, her hands sliding lower to grip your buttocks possessively.

"Let's go somewhere more private," she suggested, guiding you towards the hotel room. "There's so much more I want to show you."

You searched so much just to find this place, a private enough part of the beach, it seems like she still has some certain care of her own. But things are leading you to not move anywhere else anymore. “Please...this place is private enough, as my continuous refrain of not standing up towards you, Ms. Nao.” - you have no choice but to obey the action right away.

Ms. Nao hesitated for a moment, her eyes darkening with desire as she considered your request. "Very well," she whispered hoarsely, leading you behind the tall grasses once again. She pushed you down onto the sand, crawling on top of you and capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Your heart raced as she ground her hips against yours, her wetness seeping through your swimsuits and setting your blood ablaze. The feel of her naked body against yours was intoxicating, and you gripped her waist tightly, desperate for more contact.

"Do you want me, boy?" she growled, grinding harder against you. "Tell me how badly you need this."

“Yes, Ms. Nao, I want to make love with you, more than anything else.” - You knew you entered her world now, so following it is the best idea now.

A satisfied moan escaped her throat as she felt your eagerness. "Good boy," she praised, moving her hips in a slow, seductive motion that drove you wild. With a growl, she ripped off your swim trunks, freeing your throbbing member from its confines. Her eyes widened in surprise at the size of your cock, but instead of showing shock or disgust, she leaned forward, her tongue tracing the head of your cockhead.

"Mmmm...you've grown up nicely," she complimented, sucking greedily on the tip of your dick. Her tongue circled the head, teasing your sensitive spot before she engulfed the entire length of your shaft. You groaned loudly, your hips buckling involuntarily against her face.

“Oh my....fuck...you're so good at this, Ms. Nao!” - You cannot lie, and you know you have to express the feelings of her lips on your cock right now.

Ms. Nao grinned around your cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until you taste me," she promised, releasing you from her mouth. She positioned herself over your erect penis, positioning the entrance to her pussy against your tip. "Ready?"

You nodded vigorously, your hands trembling as they rested on her hips. This was it - you were about to make love to the woman who had captured your attention since childhood.

With a gentle thrust, Ms. Nao impaled herself on your cock, her pussy enveloping your shaft completely. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes closing tight as she adjusted to your size. Slowly, she began to ride you, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The salty sea air filled your lungs as you both moved in perfect harmony, sweat glistening on both of your bodies.

As she rode you harder and faster, Ms. Nao reached down, massaging her clit rhythmically. Her moans echoed around the deserted beach, punctuating the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Your hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her flesh while she rode you relentlessly.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao... your body...is my view now...I cannot ask for something better than this!” - Regardless of the fact that you can't see anything other than her body, you enjoy it even more.

Ms. Nao's face twisted into a mask of ecstasy, her moans turning into pants as she neared her climax. "Look at me," she commanded hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. "See what you're doing to me."

You complied, drinking in the sight of her riding you passionately. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her face flushed with passion, and her pussy clamped down on your cock in an attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. It was raw, primal, and utterly beautiful - everything you could have ever wished for.

"Cum for me, boy," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "Make me feel how much you want me."

With those words, you lost control. Your hips bucked violently, driving deeper into her wet heat. She met each thrust with enthusiasm, her nails digging into your shoulders as she came hard, her orgasm shaking her entire frame.

Finally, you followed suit, filling her with your seed as she collapsed onto your chest, panting heavily. Together, you lay there on the sand, basking in the afterglow of your illicit tryst.

“This...this is my first time, Ms. Nao, and it's...amazing.” - A first time of everything, and that’s what a teenager like you should have, but your first time..is a bit different from others.

Ms. Nao propped herself up on her elbows, her breath hitching as she looked down at you. "My first time with someone this young," she mused, tracing her fingers lightly over your chest. "And on a beach, no less. Quite the memory to start with."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But don't worry, darling. Our secret is safe with me." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "We'll have many more adventures like this one, won't we?"

“Uhm…So, can we...get one more round? I just...want to receive all the stimulation that comes from you for a proper cum.” - Now that’s the adventure you want the most.

Ms. Nao giggled softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Of course, my little pervert," she teased, rolling onto her side beside you. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing my newest fan."

She reached over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen lotion from her bag, squirting some onto her palm. "Spread this on me, will you?" She handed it to you, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“Yes, as you wish, Ms. Nao” - You’re still a kid to her, so hearing commands is better than ignoring them, especially when you’re still in this lovemaking time with her.

You applied the sunscreen lotion generously, covering every inch of her body. As you did, Ms. Nao arched her back, purring at the sensation of your touch. When you reached her breasts, she moaned softly, her nipples hardening under your fingertips. She wriggled beneath your caress, clearly aroused by your attentions.

Once you'd finished, she sat up and took over, applying the lotion to your own body. Her hands lingered on your erect nipples, playing with them gently before moving lower. By the time she reached your cock, it was hard and ready once more.

"Perfect timing," she purred, straddling you again. This time, she took control, adjusting her position until she was sitting backward on your lap, facing away from you. Her pussy hovered just above your dick, teasing you cruelly.

"Enter me, baby," she instructed, turning her head to give you an inviting glance. "Fuck me hard."

“Yes, let's enjoy this view together, Ms. Nao!”

With a growl, you thrust forward, pushing inside her tight, wet channel. She gasped loudly, her body tightening around you as you claimed her. Your hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her steady as you picked up the pace. Slapping her ass cheeks rhythmically, you found your rhythm, pounding into her depths with ferocity.

In response, Ms. Nao moaned loudly, encouraging you on. Her breasts swayed enticingly, and her long black hair whipped wildly behind her head. Her moans turned into high-pitched gasps as you continued your relentless assault on her sensitive spots.

"So good, baby," she panted, her nails leaving trails of red marks on your back. "Take what you want."

Seeing her submit to your lustful appetite only served to fuel your desire further. You increased the speed and intensity of your thrusts, driving deeper and harder into her core. Both of you were lost in the primal pleasure of their illegal rendezvous, oblivious to the passing time and the potential consequences of their actions.

“Ms. Nao, I...cannot scream, but....can I...kiss you? I need...something....to replace my screams!” - The temptation is making you lose control again, and you definitely need something to keep this place private.

Without a word, Ms. Nao turned her head slightly, meeting your lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue darted into your mouth, dancing with yours in a frenzied tango. The salty taste of the ocean mingled with the sweetness of her lips, adding an extra dimension to the experience.

Her body shook around yours, her moans becoming more urgent as she neared her climax. "Soon, baby," she breathed against your mouth, her voice shaky. "So fucking soon."

Your own release was imminent, too. You grunted deeply, thrusting faster and harder, needing to feel her come undone around you. Finally, she cried out, her inner walls contracting violently, sending you over the edge.

Together, you collapsed onto the beach, your breathing ragged and your hearts pounding in sync. Despite the danger and secrecy surrounding your tryst, there was a certain freedom in this moment - two souls united by their mutual desires. But, after all of this, one more thing appeared in your head.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao, I cannot ask for anything more than this! But can I ask this?” - Even though you are scared a bit about asking it, you took a deep breath for a request. Ms. Nao chuckled softly, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. "What do you want, my little lover?" she asked playfully. "Anything is possible between us now."

“Uhm...basically, I filled you...without condoms, so...will there be a baby created by us?” - you asked with relentless trembles.

Ms. Nao's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Don't worry," she reassured you, her hand squeezing yours comfortingly. "I'm on birth control. Besides, I haven't been with anyone else since my divorce, so the chances of getting pregnant are quite low."

Adding with a wink, "Plus, isn't having a baby with your mom's best friend... interesting?" She gave you a mischievous grin before leaning forward, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Her teases finally defeat you, and she also makes you deny escaping from them. Yet, having a baby with your mom's best friend is the best off-script thing ever, isn’t it?

“So can I...taste your breasts? I don't want just our baby to have them...that is if we actually have a baby together then!” - Yeah, she and your baby are the only things in your head then.

Laughing softly, Ms. Nao rolled onto her back, offering her breasts to you. "Help yourself, my dear," she said teasingly. "You've certainly earned it."

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of yourself. Ms. Nao's eyes encouraged you, however, reminding you of the trust between you two. Gathering your courage, you leaned forward and took one of her nipples into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around it. She moaned approvingly, her hands threading through your hair.

Switching sides, you repeated the process, giving equal attention to both breasts. They tasted divine, a mixture of seawater and lotion that made you crave more. Her nipples grew hard under your ministrations, standing proud against her skin.

When you finished, Ms. Nao reached down, stroking your hair affectionately. "Now that's what I call a proper reward," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

“Yes, Ms. Nao...until I really get pregnant with you!” - Again, the baby.

Ms. Nao's laughter rang out across the empty beach, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, then," she replied, drawing you closer for another deep kiss. "We'll have to make sure we create a miracle."

After that day, things changed between you and Ms. Nao. There was newfound intimacy and understanding - a bond strengthened by secrets and shared experiences. Even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn't help but cherish these moments, hoping they would last forever.

And maybe, just maybe, someday you'd get your wish - a tiny human born from your illicit affair, filling the world with even more love and chaos.

[pass1onepr1ncess]

I need everyone to look me in the eye and explain to me with no bullshit why they think that Diavolo x Doppio is proship. Abusive and/or toxic? Potentially- still not proship. And I swear to God if your only reasoning for this is that they're alters in the same body and/or in the same system I need you to sit down right in front of me, better yet lay down and listen to me very carefully.

Being in the same body/system does not equate to being related in any way. I've seen people say that "Doppio and Diavolo are brothers!" No they're not. They're two alters in a system. Similarly, I've seen other people say that - and this is even stranger because where they got this from I have no clue- Diavolo is also Doppio's dad like he's Trish's. No, he's not. They're alters in a system. Even if we go based on canon and throw fanon and headcannons out the window, their relationship outside of being the Boss and his right-hand man is never specified. Literally all we have to go on is that Doppio is comforted by Diavolo's presence and that Diavolo refers to him almost exclusively with words of endearment. This could be platonic, sure. Familial? Possible, but highly unlikely.

I'm not saying that alters in a system can't be related. The alters that our brains cook up can be anything, and familial relationships between alters is a thing. But specifically in the case of Diavolo and Doppio, this is never stated. Therefore, while you are allowed to headcanon them as such, do not force that headcanon onto others when it's not true in the source media.

And if you think that DiaDop is proship because it's an in-system relationship, buddy do I have news for you. Alters have in-system relationships all the time. I, myself, am in an in-system relationship with the Sheila E in our system. Another friend of ours has an in-system relationship in their system. System friends that I knew before that we don't talk to anymore had in-system relationships, and I've seen other systems online talk about their own in-system relationships.

If your only problem with DiaDop is that they're in the same body/system, I can only assume you're a singlet and to that I say:

Fuck off. If you don't know enough about how systems work, you don't get to make that decision. Especially if the decision in question is accusing a harmless ship of being incestuous or pedophilic. Which- by the way- they're both adults! It would be a different story if one of them were underage even in the same system, but they are both grown ass adults! Even with the changes in their body between them fronting, Doppio is described to be a young adult!

And lastly, if your only other reason for accusing DiaDop of being proship is because you don't like it and have some need to justify that dislike? I think you need to do some introspection. I mean this in the best possible way, but if you feel like you have to justify your discomfort for something as small as a pairing of fictional characters, you might want to look in the mirror and ask yourself why that's the case. Especially if you're going to the lengths of accusing that fictional pairing of being proship.

This whole next bit is gonna be my personal thoughts- but might I just add that the whole thing of Doppio's comfort in Diavolo's presence or on "calls" with him and Diavolo calling him "My Sweet Doppio" and other such things really feels to me like implied romance. Especially in the only Jojo part (other than SBR) with canonical queer representation (SquaTizi and Sorlato), it's a bit hard to ignore, in my opinion!

Anyway, I've seen people be weird about DiaDop for a while now and I was just gonna hold my tongue, but the more I thought about why they would think that the more I realized that it's all singlets who just don't understands systems and assume they can talk for all of us. It pissed me off, so here I am.

If there's any reason to call DiaDop proship that I haven't debunked, please enlighten me. But otherwise? Shut up.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

I'm gonna get this off of my chest and then probably be done with this discourse but it's basically just what I feel and some shit about the adultification of black males and black people in general, my rant is below the cut

I have cousins and a younger brother who are teens and look similar to Hobie ie being darker skinned and tall, my younger brother even has some of Hobie's characteristics which I have seen shine when he's with his friend, moments that are similar to the when Hobie dapped Pav up and called him "Big Steppa !" which is why I don't see his characteristics as "adult" or get "adult vibes" because my brother and many of his friends who are black teens look like and have similar characteristic to Hobie's, My brother who has darker skin, hair although not in wicks, is wild and similar to Hobie's because he grows it long and blows it out and it takes similar shape, is tall, has a deep as voice that actually startles people when they hear it, has had a major dislike towards authority figures like cops and people in charge in general and would do absolutely anything to protect his friends.

I've seen many black teens, mostly friends and family in Hobie Brown although they aren't punk like he is, kids I've literally watched grow up

And I bet if Miles didn't have his age explicitly stated and they didn't show him going to school, people would try to claim that he's older than he actually is

And although this might be unethical to rope in horrifying situations that actually happen with a stupid discourse about a fictional character in a superhero movie but it reminds me about how black people in general are always labeled as "adults" when something bad happens with them because as soon as we hit a growth spurt and start to look threatening, we're no longer kids to them. It's suddenly "Black man arrested by police" and that "man" is a 16 year old or "Black woman shot and killed" and that "woman" was only 17 and still in school, hell I've seen articles with label these black kids as "men" and "women" when they were only 12 or 13.

That's all I've gotta say on the matter. And if you see Hobie as over 18 ? Fine, whatever, I don't care as long as you're not constantly commenting on people's ship art or posts or on the posts of those who use his confirmed comic age as their interpretation, harassing people with "he's a grown man !!!!" with no proof to back up your claims except for and edited clip that was taken out of context some dickweed on TikTok posted

And the adultification is even affecting a black female character too because people are claiming that those who ship Margo and Miles are pro shippers and claiming that Margo is an adult woman

And don't get me started on the people who just desperately want Hobie to be a grown man so they can justify sexualizing him and thirsting over him because that is a whole different form of adultification of black men that I am way too tired to get into

But I hope this is the last thing I'm gonna say on this stupid ass discourse

[amitytaylor]

I truly think the writing of MHA is superior. Full stop.

But why do i think so? Let’s get into a part of it. The bubbly atmosphere that hides the “ugly/evil/dark” and just how twisted this story truly is.

Let’s start with the doctor.

the fact that the doctor Garaki (a play on the name Shigaraki that was originally AFOs) says this

we see in Dabis flashbacks that they had MULTIPLE children they were grooming to be AFO heir.

Think about that again : the demon lord, a man who can live twice as long as another man (due to Garakis quirk) had this DOCTOR(who we know of as being a pediatrician bc of Izuku) KIDNAP CHILDREN AND HOLD THEM HOSTAGE TO CAPATALIZE ON THEIR TRAUMAS AND TURN THEM INTO A HOST BODY FOR AFO. They had a whole ass hide out where multiple children lived and were told to make it their own home. They didn’t even have names! CHILDREN!!!

That in an of itself, in reality in the modern world, is HORRIFIC! Imagine if today we learned that a pediatrician was kidnapping, grooming, and holding these children to make them “child soldiers” basically or an even better way to put it is toys for the powerful to do with as they please. WHAT THE FUCKING EVIL INCARNATE RIGHT?

NOW! think back to the two children that followed baby bakugo around and the wing quirk that was stolen. While simultaneously thinking about Kurogiri and the fact that Garaki was actually “hoping to get his hands on erasure” - so how did they get their hands on Kurogiri original body? Did they set up a situation where they knew one of the UA children who get hurt/killed and then waited to take advantage of the deceased?

I mean if we think about it, Giraki is quite literally ravaging these children’s bodies. VIOLATION ON EVERH LEVEL. and for what? for AFO? to get hands on quirks? for one person?

How far do you think they were willing to go to create the Nomu? If they are willing to use deceased children’s bodies who’s to say they hadn’t use live children’s bodies? ESPECIALLY BEFORE AFO WAS CAUGHT. WE SAW THEY USED LIVING ADULTS BEFORE?! is it that far of a stretch for them to try it on children? absolutely not.

MHA is dynamic. It’s about hope and friendship and love and family trauma and societal trauma and it’s also the most vile shit i’ve ever read. The way Bones studio portrays a bright blue sky is both irritating when not following the manga but also a HUGE FUCKING POINT! BECAUSE - we have all these amazing things we see, hero’s, quirks, friendship, family love, all the typical shonen stuff. That to me is the bright blue sky. WHILE COMPLETELY OVERRUNING THE FACT THAT ITS ALL BUILT ON BLOOD.

We know the big theme between Deku and Tenko is about the shit that’s pushed under the rug to make society livable for 75% of the population while 25% is left to suffer. (% is probably off). but if you really take a look at this theme and follow it along the path of the manga it’s TERRIFYING.

As a person who lives in the USA where our country is quite literally based in the suffering of the many for the luxury of the few it is CHILLING TO SAY THE LEAST.

NOT TO MENTION THAT AFO (if my theory he gave Tenko the quirk is correct) PREYED ON THE MOST VULNERABLE GROUP OF PEOPLE - THE QUIRKLESS AND CHILDREN

Izuku, Aoyama, and Tenko were all quirkless.

The writing makes it seem like it all just happened, but it didn’t. AFO meticulously planned every step out like he’s mentioned before but to AN UNNERVING ASS DEGREE BRO.

All For One needed a persons body who could still FEEL THINGS. BECAUSE HE CANT ANYMORE. or could ever? He has no real will of his own or real emotions or feelings. he is the true embodiment of “psychopath” (outdated term but helps to paint the picture)

I wouldn’t even think it’s a stretch to believe that AFO played a role in Kotaro abusing Tenko with what we just saw in the latest chapter. I mean they were like best friends? and it’s confirmed afo is the same person who dropped tenko off at home.

The sinister feeling of this manga as we continue to go forth is incredulous.

I didn’t even TOUCH ON the Dabi and AFO issue. I mean, how did he know Toya was on that peak? How did he know he would be there thst day? How did he know he would likely burn himself alive? How did he know about the abuse going on within the Todoroki family?

FUCK MY BRAIN THE CONNECTIONS ITS EVERYWHERE 😭

[those2fireboys]

thinking about (projecting on) cameron and how he’s probably spent most of his life trying to figure out what is Wrong™️ with him. (going to be some heavy head-canons happening here)

When he was little other kids approached him in the classic “let’s be friends” way but quickly figured out he was weird and off in a way that they couldn’t really verbalize so they started leaving him out. it’s fine, he didn’t really want to hang out with them anyway, he’s always preferred to be on his own.

in middle school his family asked him about his friends and he realized he didn’t have any. He panicked and started trying Really Hard to make friends but again something about him just seemed off. he was odd and kids are not kind, they stopped just ignoring him and started fully bullying him. he became acutely aware of the fact that something was Wrong with him.

He gives up on the whole friendship thing and focuses on getting approval from adults. that’s worth more in the long run anyway, right? he keeps his grades up, he does well in sports, he follows the rules, he becomes the golden kid to all the teacher and a brown noser to all the other students. they call him a kiss ass, and a boot licker, and a suck up. Gaining the approval from authority figures only makes him less desired by the other students.

Now it’s too far. By high school everybody knows, “cameron’s a kiss ass, don’t hang out with him, hes a nark.” He doesn’t even try to make friends but by some grace of god Neil Perry approaches him, dragging a practically kicking and screaming Charlie Dalton with him. Neil invites him into their little group much to the disdain of Charlie.

Neil introduces him to the poets (sans Todd) and he becomes part of the group, he helps them study, it’s the first time he’s been Part of Something and god does it feel good. But he’s still on the outside. It’s always Charlie and Knox, Pitts and Meeks, and Neil and literally anyone who’s close by.

He quickly realizes, he never learned how to be a friend and he doesn’t know how to begin. there is is some irreparable damage that has been done by his lifetime of loneliness. It doesn’t help that Charlie is openly bitter about having him in the group. Even with his newfound friends he knows that there is something wrong with him and he doesn’t think it can be fixed.

He still seeks approval from teachers because he knows it’s the one place he’s guaranteed to receive it. His friends include him but it’s as if they have some secret form of communication that he just can’t tap into or learn. even when included, he doesn’t perfectly slot in like the others. he’s still on the outside.

And when Todd shows up? god knows it only gets worse, now everyone is truly paired off. He’s left out to dry. Neil, the only one who’s ever really tried to bring him into the fold, has found someone who so effortlessly joined in that it makes him want to cry.

everyone’s found their stride and he’s still stumbling behind like a baby deer. He feels like someone tied his shoelaces together in middle school and he’s only just now realizing. Maybe Neil inviting him in was some sort of sick joke that he never caught on too.

And then everything goes to shit. Neil’s gone, Todd’s inconsolable. He does what he thinks is right, he’s only ever gotten approval for telling the truth to adults, so that’s exactly what he does. He tells Nolan everything because that’s just What You Do. you don’t lie to adults.

And then he gets punched out by charlie, he gets screamed at by the other poets. He does what he thinks is right, what life experience has told him will get him approval and receives hatred and vitriol in response.

He is reminded once again that he got it Wrong. That he is Wrong. Something about him as a person is Strange, and Off-putting, and Wrong.

[monstercampus]

Ellie help I have werewolf brain rot and Kirk has been living in my mind rent free the past few nights 😩 please tell me more about him, does he have a secret soft side or is being mean his love language and you know he cares about you if he's giving you a hard time? Why does he live in a dorm by himself? Where is he on the possessive scale? Honestly just tell me everything you know about him so I can simp to the best of my ability 🥺😫🙏

And actually while I'm here, anything about Elliott or Julian would also be tasty 👀👀👀 forgive me for the werewolf team fic altered my brain chemistry and I may never be the same

absolutely !! !!!!! i am at your mercy uwu <33 (this is mostly stream of consciousness so if u want more i am READY)

(cws: kirk being a sap + lore)

Kirk is very much that way--giving you a hard time is generally how he shows he cares about you. He's only truly mean to those he doesn't care about, and trust that there is a difference even when you get frustrated over his attitude in the beginning. He didn't grow up with a lot of love in his household so it's really not his area of expertise, he never really learned how to show it and only started experiencing affection when he joined the pack and made friends with all the other werewolves. Being snuggled, having his hair stroked instead of pulled, listening to his friends talk about him being handsome and smart even if he's got a shitty attitude.....it's weird to him. He doesn't hate it deep down, but he hates how it makes him feel vulnerable when he doesn't want to be.

'Vulnerable' is barely even in his vocabulary, which is why he comes at you with so much heat at first. He'd been hoping and praying that you two could boink, have a good time, and then you would pretend like it never happened so he wouldn't have to face any of those feelings he has when he looks at you. But when you don't, and when you're just so sweet, Kirk can't handle it and has to revert to what he knows: being a dick. Not nearly to the extent of how he is with other people, but just enough to keep you at arm's length in his constant fear that you're gonna end up making him feel like he isn't totally worthless. Because what would he do then? He's accepted the role of being an irredeemable, raging douchebag for pretty much all his life. He's got an attitude, his temper is awful, he doesn't consider himself that good-looking, he's got some of the worst grades out of the whole pack, he fixates on things and lets them consume all his thoughts, and he hasn't even got any palate to boot and will eat just about anything, even if it's on the verge of spoiling. He's total garbage and he's friends with a pack of people that couldn't be more perfect; Julian is incredibly charming, Portia's practically a genius, Nick is insanely handsome, Elliott is so gentle and really funny, Priam is a total sweetheart and Athos is the pinnacle of cool in his eyes. How could he even think of measuring up to all that, much less stick out among the rest and prove he's worth even a little bit of your love?

That may be the most frustrating part about Kirk--he can be the prickliest guy you know and he would die before he ever says those things out loud, but he seriously admires his friends and you yet he has little to no belief in himself. Granted, growing up he would've gotten his ass beat for showing that kind of weakness, so it's still deeply ingrained in him as an adult--especially since the pack are pretty much the first friends he's ever made on his own. And at his core, he's jealous. Jealous of them and their nice families, jealous of how well they all turned out despite going through their own struggles, jealous of how easy it is for them to be open when he's terrified of people finding out he's bi, jealous of you for being so brave and so beautiful in equal measure....so that's why the best thing he can do--in his own opinion of course--is to be your collective guard dog.

After all, Kirk isn't afraid to bite. His instincts are hard to control in his human form, could you even imagine how feral he can get when he's full wolf, or even just close to the full moon? If anything it's what he's good at; hunting, beating ass, and taking a punch. If he can't be as good as you and the others deserve, the least he can do is make sure that sweetness and the goodness of your souls isn't ever dominated by someone else. He'll spill blood, he doesn't care. He would even get suspended if it came to that, expelled, arrested, whatever it takes and he'll let the chips fall where they may. You'll know his love for you is real when he starts acting protective over you, not only when other people try to bother you but as far as your daily needs as well. Have you eaten properly? Are you thirsty? Do you need to sleep? When's the last time you stretched? He acts like it's a favour he's doing for you, like you're a little wolf that needs caring after, but in truth it settles his own self-doubts and makes him happier knowing that he's doing something for you--that he's taking care of you like a mate would, and when you smile at him or thank him for his help he just melts. He would do anything to keep hold of that smile.

.....Which is why he's got a plan in his head for after graduation. He and Nick are the oldest and thus are going to graduate first of all of you, so once that's over and done with he's got plans to start building a place for you all to properly call 'home'. It's nothing crazy--just a cabin in the woods--but if there's one thing he can confidently say he's good at it's woodworking, and he's sketched out the designs to make it everything you could ever want.

Personal rooms for you, him, and Portia who has trouble falling asleep when it's noisy. A big living room with enough sofas to fit you all. Polished oak walls like Julian grew up with and always wanted to see again. A bathtub big enough to fit Nicky's giant, muscly legs without spilling over. Tables and chairs to fit everyone and more, to fit all the family gatherings and maybe even the pups you might have one day. A garden out back where he'll plant those ugly little flowers Elliott loves. Trees and greenery around where they can run and hunt and play during the full moon, totally obscured by the rest of the world. A big fucking chandelier in the dining room to intimidate any friends you bring over that think they're hot enough shit to snatch you. It's gonna be perfect, it's gonna be the one thing he can say he's proud of in practically his whole life. It'll be a gift to all of you for putting up with his assholery for so damn long, for sticking with him even when he couldn't find a single reason why you should.

That's the kind of love Kirk shows. Words don't mean much to him--actions and acts of service are how he expresses his affections, because it's much simpler for him to put work into something he can touch and measure and paint rather than throw some flimsy words around and call it love. Plus, one of the reasons why he lives in his own dorm is because his downtime is incredibly important to him. Usually he would request a private one-bedroom apartment, but this year he was assigned roommates that he very quickly drove away with his annoying habits almost entirely on purpose. If he's not comfortable with someone, then like hell is he going to share an intimate living space with them--and after a long day he just needs time to be completely alone. He has to think, work on his projects, exercise, chew on something, and have no prying eyes around that will impede his progress in trying to figure out how the hell he can try to make himself worthy of being loved by you. A dumb, violent wolf reaching to grab the very moon from the sky.

[fictionplumis]

On the plus side, my terrible experience has brought me to a Sandman human!AU.

Hob Gadling is a history professor who has the terrible habit of getting himself into shit situations, the newest one being hit by a car while walking to work and ending up in the hospital with some pretty serious injuries. After surgeries and stuff, since he has no family and doesn't want to bother friends looking after him, he gets an extra long stay in observation, and the only spare observation room happens to be near the pediatric ones. His doctor is Dr. Teleute and she's the best, they hit it off really well, even if her first experience was him drugged to high hell and badmouthing all doctors in general.

Dream is her little brother and an author, mostly children's books, but he has more adult (re: mature, not sexual) novels under his penname Morpheus. Every so often he'll go to the hospital and go around room to room, reading to the kids. Hob overhears him and as Dream goes to pass his room, jokingly calls out, "What, you're not going to read to me?" and gives Dream the biggest puppy dog eyes.

He's joking, of course.

Dream freezes in the doorway for a long second, awkwardly because he's fucking great with kids but this is a whole ass adult and he has no idea how to answer this. Not that he looks uncertain, he's way too stoic for that. So he just...

Walks into the room and asks, "Which book would you like? I have one about a raven named Jessamy, one about a wyvern, pegasus, and griffon guarding a king's castle, and one about the world's best librarian."

Hob wasn't expecting to get that far. He chooses the wyvern one because it sounds awesome. And it is! He genuinely enjoys it, and Dream enjoys telling it to an adult and still having the story thoroughly appreciated.

He keeps coming back to read the kids, more often than he would usually just because Hob confesses that's bored as fuck and it's nice to have some company and someone to talk to, and he brings different book options for Hob to pick from. They end up talking too, and Hob eventually admits that he likes hearing Dream read from the other rooms because he's really great with the kids. Super patient and chill, always answers all their questions even if the question is utter nonsense, and it reminds Hob of when he had his own son.

(Eleanor and Robyn were in a car accident. It took her immediately, took Robyn a few agonizing days afterwards, and Hob can't keep from choking up as he tells Dream. Robyn was five. He had been married to Eleanor for nearly a decade. Dream merely says that he understands, and though he says no more, the look on his face is enough for Hob to know he really, truly does.) Of course, the day comes that Dream shows up and Hob's room is empty and his sister is like, "Sorry, little brother, but it's against HIPPA for me to give you his contact information... JK, haha, he actually left me his phone number specifically for you, here you go."

[kame11a]

story ideas idk what I'm doing

soooo basically I've had some ideas for some oneshots with our favourite puppet in my mind for a few weeks now. Buuuuuut since I propably won't have the time nor the skill to write them, I will just leave the ideas here.

Feel free to use these ideas if you feel like writing a whole story to them (but tag me because I want to read them >:) )

(also excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)

After some time had passed, a few more people seeked refuge within the safe (more or less) walls of Hotel Krat. Among them, some children. The reader, a rather young adult themselfes (maybe freshly graduated from school/college before the franzy happened) spend some time with the children, giving them small teaching sessions based on their basic knowledge which they had gathered from school and their notes they still had in their bag. Pinocchio noticed that and at some point listened to their "class", after all he also has got a lot to learn since he is not a human and fights all day long. (Now imagen a whole grown ass man (puppet) sitting with a bunch of children on the ground infront of the reader who uses a small chalkboard (which they found in the library), listening to them explaining the basics of idk fotosynthesis or something like that).

2. This one is simple, just P with a reader who like to bake. Simple. Whenever the puppet returns from a mission, the hotel is filled with a pleasant scent of chocolate, cinnamon or vanilla, while everyone is already munching on some cookies or small pastries (can you imagen how cute Sophia must look while nibbling on a cookie, trying not to get any crumbs onto the carpet? :')). The reader themselfs also smells like chocolate or whatever all the time since they just spend all day preparing food and other stuff for their friends in the hotel (it is their way of thanking everyone for letting them seek refuge there).

bonus: since P propably isn't able to eat, at least not while he is a puppet, the reader keeps a small notebook containing all the food/desserts Pinocchio would like to try once he is able to (kind of like Al from fmab if yk). Until then he eventually helps the reader in the kitchen, even if most of the time he only watches since he has no idea what to do

3. This one is kinda angst/comfort stuff idk. Also kind of a sensitiv topic so if anybody feels offended by this please tell me and I will delete it!!!

Basically the whole events happening in Krat took a great toll on the readers mental health. Sadly, they were the only one from their family/friendgroup who was able to survive the attack, living now in the hotel with other refugees. Nightmares and guilt haunted them day and night as they constantly had to think about these horrific events, giving themselfs the fault for not being able to safe their loved ones. This kind of behaviour caused them to completly loose themselfs, now only being numb to everything, not finding any reasons to do anything. If they could decide, they would just like to stop existing. Thats when your boy appears. Let's say he is in his mid/latestage of becoming a human (yk like with his hair grown out n stuff). Him and the reader knew eachother for quite some time, since the reader was one of the first people to appear in the hotel, somewhat helping him to achieve his goal in becoming more human (like explaining emotions and other human things to him). Pinocchio also draggs them along when he discovers something new. Wether he did it intentionally or not, he helped the reader to fall in love with being alive again with his behaviour of basically acting like a small child who sees the world for the first time. Dancing in the rain while feeling the small raindrops gently touching their skin, watching small insects in the garden together, listening to the soft tunes of the gramophone in the entrance hall, playing with Spring, you name it.

4. This one is for ma boys Romeo and Carlo, so basically before everything happened (or in an AU where they survived and just lived their normal lifes... idk). So my first idea for them was just some tales from their school life, back at the Monad Charity House. You know, basic teenager/young adult stuff; studying together, training together, doing stupid shit in class together, always eating together at the same table in the dining hall, sneaking out together to hang out in the city, and much more.

I guess this would be a perfect crack oneshot/drabble

5. the second idea is a bit more romantic. Idk how I came up with this (I am delusional), but I thought about the reader attending another boarding school in Krat, which holds a close relationshiop to the Monad Charity House, Carlo and Romeo live in. Therefore, there are several events the two school hold together like a sports festival or something like that. Another one of these events are the grand balls which both schools host. It is their intention to a) establish more contacts and relationships among the studends and b) for them to also learn how to dance, eat and behave in a more formal way at social gatherings. So at one of these balls, the reader meets Romeo and Carlo and gets to know them better. Since I think it would be easier to write for only one of them (correct me if I am wrong), one could add the best friend of the reader who then gets to go with the options the reader did not choose (does that make sense?). For example, the reader and Carlo get rather close, shyly asking each other if they would like to dance or go outside to talk more, while the readers best friend does the same with Romeo (very stereotypical, I know). Maybe the Romeo x best friend combination would tease the hell out of Carlo and the reader since I view Romeo as the kind of person, to drob teasing comments here and there while being the biggest flirt himself and Carlo is one of the people, who on the outside also try to be like Romeo, but in reality are a complete mess when it comes to romance and stuff (yet again, only how I imagen them). (Have I already mentioned that I am delusional?)

so yeah these are my ideas which I will just leave here. As I already said, feel free to take them and do your own thing with them ( but I wanna see the result :)))) ). Also feel free to add your own ideas/inspirations to them

also this is my first real post here so go easy on me haha idk what I am doing here but for now I will be your "Fanfiction/oneshot-idea-dealer"

:)

[shveris]

rant about 261, spoilers, gojo character analysis ft. my bestie who doesn’t even know a lot abt jjk

imagine growing up in a family that almost works like a cult. and you are born with two rare abilities at the same time — the last person to have those simultaneously has passed 500 years ago. and your whole ass family/cult/clan treats you like just a weapon to be used in the greater scheme of things. you grow up with no friends, you only know pain and torture and sore muscles after training. but you’re the strongest. and the most loneliest because no one will ever understand you.

then you get into a school that promises to teach you even more, make you even stronger. you meet this one guy who seems to be like you — not the same but similar. suddenly you’re not alone anymore.

the second year of highschool approached, you have the best two friends by your side and they understand you, they support you, they have your back. your principal sends you on a mission with your best friend because you’re the strongest together. together.

everything goes well until it doesn’t, you get killed. you revive yourself. you kill your killer.

you carry the corpse of a girl you called your friend and almost lose it.

septemper 28th, your best friend massacres a village and leaves you his button as a silent love confession. they want you to kill him but you can’t, he’s your other half — he made you feel complete because all you knew your whole life was bitter and cold loneliness.

a decade passes, you’re grown up and still the strongest, you’re teaching at the school you lost your happiness at. one of the students you saved from being killed — by yourself — and he looks up at you with so much respect, it makes you wonder how you can protect the children under your care forever. you’ll certainly try your best.

your other half suddenly turns up and declares war. you remain mostly silent.

the fight was pure chaos but you find your way to him anyway — because you belong together. you tell him you love him. he laughs. you kill him. you can’t even burn his body.

another year passes, you’ve taken in another boy who ate curses like your dead best friend. they told you to kill him (a mere child) and you said no because you were always selfish. you were certain you could protect this boy until it was time to execute him for good. you just wanted him to have a chance at teenagehood, something you never had the chance to experience properly.

the days get colder and you get trapped. those eyes stare at you, your other half, who should be dead, as the prison closes around you. it reeks of death. you wait.

the second you get released, you teleport to his body. you want to kill whatever is using the corpse of that man but the body of the boy you saw as your own son stopped you.

on 24th of december you fight who was once your son and he kills you — cut in half, with a cleave so powerful it could shred the universe itself. but it was okay because when you opened your eyes, you saw your other half.

the first boy you protected and guided took over your corpse, using as what you were always meant to be: just a weapon.

no one seemed to care about a proper burial after you fought for your life just to save theirs; to protect them from any more harm so they could just be kids.

none of that mattered to them because everyone has always seen you as a weapon, except for your other half, sitting next to you in that empty airport.

i kinda just dropped this in his dms a few hours after the initial leaks. it’s actually pathetic how attached i am to a fictional character, the last time that happened was with oikawa and i was a hormonal teenager. i’m a whole ass adult now but still the same level of mentally ill and neurodivergent so guess that’s the perfect mix to make this happen

some more thoughts from our convo (i love him for trying to distract me):

[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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[sadhours]

neon lights pt. 4 | b.h & reader

18 + minors dni | prev. chap

contents: adult themes, smut, exotic dancing, this is kind of self indulgent with billys armpits I’m not sorry

You’re paranoid. You know that. It would be impossible for your coworkers to know that you’ve been hooking up with the cute bartender for a couple weeks now but you still feel like you’ll get caught with lingering glances and laughing too hard at his jokes. What’s not fair is that Billy can flirt with you as hard as he wants and cheer from behind the bar when you’re on stage because it’s not suspicious when he does it. In fact, he does that with most of the dancers. Perhaps it would be more suspicious if he didn’t do that.

Funny thing is, you don’t even need to hide this but you really don’t want the whole club knowing because then they’ll ask questions. You’d seen it after Billy had hooked up with some of the dancers, a million questions about him and what he was like in the sack or if they were dating him. Sometimes they’d ask you about him, since he lived with you and he was pretty reserved and mysterious. Which he was with you too. You knew his routines and habits but you didn’t know his dreams or aspirations. You didn’t know about his family but you’d assumed it wasn’t a happy one since he didn’t bring them up and they never called to talk to him.

That’s got to be on the to do list: get to know your roommate that you’re only sleeping with. You keep telling yourself you two are only having sex but Billy has slept in your bed every single night since this started. On nights he stays out late at the casino, he still crawls into your bed instead of his and even though he reeks of cigarettes in the worst way, you melt in his arms and fall asleep mid-making out. You haven’t kissed this much since high school. It’s insane. Sometimes you guys don’t even have sex, you just lay sprawled out on your bed or the couch, tongues tied. You’d forgotten how much you loved kissing and Billy’s the absolute best at it. You’re actually a little self conscious, worried that you suck at it even when he tells you that you’re the best kisser in the world. It’s an intimate interaction you’d taken for granted. You've never felt more desired in your life.

“Earth to Cherry,” your co-worker, Delancy says as she sits next to you. “What or sorry, who are you thinking about? Lost in your own little world over there.”

“Sorry,” you reply sheepishly, “I was just zoning out, no thoughts up here.”

You jokingly knock on your temple, standing up and disrobing. Your set is after hers which means you’re up. She slaps your ass as you walk past and you turn to blow her a kiss.

“I’m gonna need the warmest welcome for our next lady,” the emcee announces, “You know her, you love her, you want her… Cherry!”

You strut out on the stage, flipping your hair behind your shoulder and smiling to the familiar and new faces lining the stage. You desperately want to look at the loud cheers coming from behind the bar, knowing you’ll see Billy with a wide, happy smile. The urge to make money helps you make eye contact with the dollar bills flying towards you as you wrap a leg around the pole.

“Ow!” Billy’s excited voice cheers for you and you can’t help it, locking your eyes with his.

You arch your back, dropping your eyes to tonight’s bachelor and delivering him a wink. He’s a shy guy, his friends slapping him on the back. You like those ones, they’re always so respectful and they never lay a hand on you during lap dances but their friends make sure they tip you heavily. You find yourself wondering what Billy would be like as a patron, it’s a dangerous thought as it makes your moves on the pole a lot more sexually charged. You crawl across the floor, seeing Ulysses S. Grants face and you try to remember a time when you’d seen a $50 while on stage. You snatch it from the fingers and tuck it into your g-string, then you see the generous face looking back at you. Chip grins up at you and from years of practice, you do not falter but instead, you give him more of a show, pulling at the string of your top to release your breasts. This is a topless club after all. The sea of men cheer as you stand back to your feet and toss your top to the back of the stage before making your way along the front, sliding bills wherever you can fit them.

Billy’s in awe, always is when he sees you but when you’re on stage, it’s like a whole different personality comes out. He totally understands why you have such a loyal fan base, regulars he only sees on nights you’re working. He can see in your eyes how much you enjoy this and it’s not anything he sees from the other dancers. He’s happy to see you happy, even if it’s the money the men hand you that gives you that look in your eye. All he wants to do is lift you up and Billy’s never felt that for another person in his entire life, except for his mother.

Becky rocks her hip against Billy’s, “You two finally did it.”

“Huh?” Billy tries a hand at acting, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grabs the bottle of house tequila and pours three shots for the gentlemen at the bar.

“I can see it in your eyes, dude,” Becky laughs and Billy waves a hand at her dismissively.

“It’s called pining. I want what I can’t have,” he motions at the men at the bar, who are all turned towards the stage, “We all want what we can’t have.”

Becky snorts, “They look at her like she’s the last slice of pizza and they’re all starving. You,” she pokes his chest, “Look at her like she’s the goddamn embodiment of heaven.”

“She is,” he mumbles, setting the bottle down and sliding the shots across bar, “Six dollars, gentlemen, cash only.”

Without looking, the guy who ordered shoves Billy a $10. He makes the change and throws the rest in his bucket. Becky walks over and smirks up at him, “You can’t get shit passed me, Hargrove.”

He rolls his eyes but they fall back on you, watching as you gather up your money while the music fades. He knows you’ll be out on the floor and he grabs two shot glasses, preparing them on the bar-top.

“The liar works tonight,” Chip grins as he sits at the stool directly in front of Billy.

“Sorry, I’m new,” Billy lies with a shit-eating grin.

“What’s she drink?” he asks, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

“Top shelf gin,” Billy admits, grabbing the coup to prepare your favorite drink. He grabs the shot glasses but stops himself, figuring he deserves two shots after this interaction is done.

Chip slides a twenty dollar bill over, “I’ll have a shot of Jack.”

Billy’s eyes catch yours as you make your way to the bar, noting your outfit change. The white top and bottoms with cherries bedazzled on them make his dick ache in his jeans. The first time he saw you in it, he took his fifteen and jerked off in the bathroom.

“Hey, darling,” he smirks at you, “I’d say you made rent the first fifteen seconds you were up there. Looks like I can go ahead and take my half to the casino.”

Billy never, ever mentions the fact that you two live together in front of customers but he fucking hates this Chip guy and wants to make him mad.

“Only if you can double it, lucky boy,” you sing as you rest your arms on the bar, then you notice Chip and Billy rolls his eyes as your demeanor changes. He knows this is why you resisted your attraction to him but he doesn’t care, he can deal with most of the assholes who want to get in your pants but this guy just makes his skin crawl.

“Oh and hello to you,” you smile at him, “I owe you a private dance for how nice you’re treating me.”

“As long as it doesn’t go to this bozo’s rent,” Chip motions his thumb behind him and when you look up, Billy’s mocking him with his hands. You can’t help but giggle, even though you worry Billy’s jealous. That’s why you’ve set restrictions for yourself in the first place.

“God, no, come rain or shine, he’s got to pay his fair share,” you say before giving Billy a pointed look.

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?” Chip asks.

“In my dreams,” Billy groans, but locks his eyes on yours to let you know he’s serious but he also doesn’t want to make your job any harder, “But hey, I wish I was every one of these girls boyfriends.”

“This one’s the prettiest,” Chip declares, pointing at you.

“You’re so sweet,” you tell him, twirling your hair in between your fingers.

Chip turns and grabs the drink he’s ordered for you, though he has no idea what it is, “I was told this is your favorite.”

You take it graciously and try to ignore Billy pounding two shots one after the other behind Chip. As the two of you walk towards the private rooms, Billy reassures himself by setting a goal tonight to make you scream his name as soon as he gets you home. Chip can hand you all the money he wants, he’ll never get you anywhere near an orgasm and Billy knows that.

“You gotta cool it,” Becky scolds him.

“Huh?”

“That one was obvious,” she says, “Didi even catches wind of you two hooking up and you’re out on your ass. That’s her number one money maker.”

Billy knows it, reaching for his pack of Marlboros, “We’re not hooking up, Becky. God damn. Just keep rubbing it in my fucking face.”

She shakes her head, but turns to look at him as she walks back to her side of the bar like she believes him for a second.

He feels his stomach churn, thinking about you in that private room with that arrogant douchebag. He’s never really cared about it before but this guy thinks he has a chance and Billy worries he does. He knows it’s ridiculous but the only time Billy’s handed you a wad of cash it’s with sorrowful eyes and an apology because it’s always about a week too late. He wonders what this Chip fella does for a living that makes it so easy to throw so much money at you. The history of you having gone to school with the guy also makes him worried because truth be told, Billy doesn’t really know you. Conversations always tend to be about mundane things or how attractive the other is. You’ve both built this wall up and haven’t began taking it down. Billy’s not sure if either of you really will. It’s comfortable to go home and talk about each others day. Who would want to ruin that with trauma?

Billy takes a long drag off his cigarette as you exit the private room and say goodbye to Chip. At least the guy knows when to leave. You walk back over to the bar and smile wide at Billy, “He just paid our rent.”

“Your rent,” he says, pouring a couple of shots for the two of you.

You shake your head, “No, the boyfriend thing did something for him. You helped work for this money.”

Billy chuckles, “What did he say in there?”

You sit down on a stool and cheers Billy, downing the celebratory shot as you think back to the private room. Chip was weird. You didn’t touch him when you could help it but he was talking at you like you were, like he was about to blow a load in his pants.

“Lots of things but I think he was thinking more about you than he was me,” you reply happily.

Billy gives you a bewildered look, “In what way?”

“He kept asking if you were my boyfriend and I said you were whatever he wanted you to be, so he took that as a yes and started saying stuff about how much it turned him on to know you were right out here but he was in the room with me,” you shrug.

Billy nods, “So in his fantasy world, I’m being cuckholded. Interesting.”

He thinks it’s funny because truth be told, he actually gets to touch you and doesn’t have to pay to see your tits. You giggle, grabbing a hold of Billy’s wrist to look at his watch. You’ve only got an hour left of your shift.

“What’re we doing after work?” you ask, glancing around to make sure Didi or any coworkers weren’t in ear shot.

You know you should be out making more money, not spending time with Billy but hey, the few hundred dollars tucked into your top was more than you’d expected for a 5 minute private dance. He also looked particularly cute today, tying his hair up with one of your hair ties after a few hours behind the bar. He’d told you he hadn’t had a haircut in at least a year and you’d said you would cut it for him but you haven’t offered since and you’re starting to really like how long it is.

“No clue but looks like you’re paying,” he teases.

You mull over the options in your head, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out by the end of the night.”

Turning your head, you see Didi entering from the dressing room and that’s your cue to actually do your job again. You hop off the stool and make your rounds around, waiting until someone catches your attention. Didi walks up to the bar, asks Billy to make her a drink with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sings, reaching back for the bottle of gin.

“Busy night,” she says, glancing around the club, “You doing well in tips?”

“Oh yeah, plus the roomie just earned our rent in like five minutes so I’m not stressing anymore,” he explains, backtracking from his conversation he had with her a week ago about how badly he needed money. He had told her as a way to ask for more shifts but Didi had taken it differently, thinking that he was asking her for money and she’d come on pretty strong that night. He got out of it with his charm but Billy was still feeling super uncomfortable around her since.

“That girl really knows how to make money,” Didi shakes her head. You were the best dancer here, you never got too drunk, you never showed up with baggage and you really knew how to wring men of every penny that had.

Billy nods, handing the gin and soda to Didi, “Maybe her skills will rub off on me.”

He makes a face, realizing that might sound sexual even though he didn’t mean it that way. Didi laughs and drops her hand on top of Billy’s.

“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you, just gotta put your mind to it.”

Billy grins awkwardly, wanting to pull his hand away but he didn’t want to offend her because he needed this job. Luckily, a group of drunk guys stumble their way up to the bar and Billy can excuse himself to over serve them.

-

“I’m tired,” you complain as you watch Billy wash the last bit of dishes. You’d changed into your sweatpants and hoodie and all you want to do is wash your makeup off. The last hour dragged on and you had forgotten that even if your shift ends, Billy has to stay behind to clean the bar. You like watching him move tough, the curls that had fallen from his ponytail bounce around his face and neck and his face looks so concentrated. It’s probably because he’s a bit tipsy but it’s adorable.

“So we just going home then, sweet thing?” he asks as he stands up, puts his hands on his hips as he tries to think about what he’s got to do next.

“Will you make me ramen when we get home?” you pout up at him with your big doe eyes.

Billy can’t resist, he grabs a hold of your face and leans over the bar to kiss you. You melt into it before you remember Didi is lurking around here somewhere, so you pull away.

“That a yes?” you ask, biting your lip.

The blonde just shakes his head, turning around to continue his nightly duties.

When you get home, he does start boiling a pot of water and you disappear into the bathroom to wash your makeup off. You tie your hair up into a bun and smear moisturizer on your face, figuring by the time you finish up your ramen will be ready. Billy does it perfect too, every time no matter how shitfaced he is. He usually cuts up some green onions and occasionally fries up an egg for it. You smell that he’s doing so now as soon as you open the bathroom door. Everything about it is so domestic, you think when you walk into the kitchen and see him cooking for you, lit cigarette perched between his lips but he’s careful to lean over and ash in the ashtray. You’re not sure this is even a friends with benefit’s situation, whenever you look at him you’re enamored.

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, unable to really control your hands as they snake under his shirt to grab his hips. His skin is always hot to the touch, makes your fingers tingle. Billy leans back against you, guiding your feet back to he can strain some of the water from the noodles as you cling onto him. He’s sweaty from work but you’ve always been excited by his musk, you find yourself shoving your face in his armpit whenever you can. Billy thinks it’s a bit strange but he’s flattered more than anything, especially when you mutter something about pheromones when he teases you about it.

“Alright,” he peels your hands off his hips and you let out a whine of protest. “Ramen time.”

He carries the bowls over to the coffee table while you reach into the fridge to grab you each a can of soda. You sit cross crossed beside him, cracking open the soda and taking a big gulp, the carbonation settles your stomach. Billy leans forward to grab your bowl and hand it to you, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on before he starts digging into his own.

You mix up the noodles, humming happily before slurping a forkful into your mouth. You two sit in silence as you eat and once you’ve disposed of your empty bowls on the coffee table, you curl up with Billy, shoving your hand up his shirt to lay your palm against his bare chest. He lays his hand on your ass and kisses your forehead. You don’t care how this blurs the lines, it just feels so right. You close your eyes, unable to keep them open from how comfortable you are on his chest and slowly drift to sleep.

You wake up when Billy’s lifting you off the couch, bridal style. The house is dark now and you don’t know how long he let you sleep on the couch. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter after flicking the light on. You see he’s changed into a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. You let your eyes rake over his chest, smiling up at him dreamily. When he reaches up to open the medicine cabinet, you lean forward and smush your face into his exposed armpit.

“You weirdo,” he chuckles, pulling away once he’s grabbed your toothbrush.

“Smells good,” you mumble, sleepily.

He shakes his head, smiling as he wets your toothbrush and squeezes some toothpaste on it before handing it to you.

“Brush,” he instructs.

You obey, sticking the toothbrush in your mouth while you look up at him.

“I’m not weird,” you say around your toothbrush and Billy leans back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at you.

He mimics you, speaking gibberish to tease you. You giggle, hopping off the counter to spit into the sink and rinsing out your mouth.

“I said I’m not weird,” you clarify, locking your fingers as you trail back to your room.

Billy turns your light on, closing the door behind him and goes to turn the fan on, “I’ve never had anyone smell my armpit.”

Grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it over your head, you get stuck and struggle a bit before you feel Billy’s hands helping get it off of you. He drops it to the floor and places his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Okay, they were all missing out,” you shrug, resting your cheek on his pec.

Billy laughs softly, walking you over to the bed and laying you down on it. He walks over to turn the light out and crawls down into the bed with you. You melt as you pulls you into his arms starts pressing kisses against your throat. You lean your head back and moan softly, tangling your legs with his.

“Well, thank you,” he mumbles, “It’s very flattering that you like my BO, even if it’s kinda weird.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure you have your weird kinks you’re hiding.”

Billy laughs, “Oh, it’s a kink now?”

You slap his chest, “No, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

He nods, chuckling softly still, “I’m just fucking with you, baby.”

The pet name makes you purr, the way it falls out of his lips makes your thighs tingle. He places his hand on your cheek and turns your head up to his, pressing his lips against yours. It starts lazily, sporadic kisses between just resting your lips against the others. Billy drags his fingernails up and down the small of your back, you shiver under his touch, a chill running up your spine. You feel him smile and you return it, grabbing a hold of his jaw. He bites your bottom lip, teeth gently knocking into yours for a second but he’s quick to smooth his tongue along your lower lip. You dart yours out to meet his, your toes curling as the kiss becomes more charged. Billy’s grabbing at your skin, pushing you impossibly closer to him while licking into your mouth. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling like a teenager again. You always do whenever you two kiss like this. The build up of it all so utterly arousing, like Billy’s shy at first and then he suddenly can’t get enough of you. And he’ll kiss you like this for hours, until you’re both a panting mess and he has to get out of bed to fetch you some water.

Sometimes it ends with sex, other times hand stuff or occasionally just sleep. You never know which but you’re anticipating his next move always. Right now with the way he’s pulling and scratching at your hips, you know it won’t end in sleep even though you’re on the verge of it. Billy’s good at waking you up, though. He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it before mumbling into your mouth, “You’re so sexy. Want you out of these sweats.”

“Then take them off,” you reply hastily, tugging on his curls when his lips find your throat again. Billy pushes you onto your back and hovers above you, licking where your shoulder meets your neck as his fingertips hook into your sweatpants to pull them off of you. It’s so much hotter when he undresses you. He notices you’re not wearing underwear and he groans softly, pushing your thighs apart so he can get his fingers on you. He wastes no time, feeling how soaked you are and he wonders if it’s from the kissing or the armpit thing but he’s too embarrassed to ask.

“So fucking wet,” he settles for, inching two digits inside of your acing core.

“Billy,” you pant out, unable to keep your eyes open as he curls his fingers up and drags them across your most sensitive wall.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your skin. You nod frantically, mind cloudy as you focus on the pleasure he brings you.

“Tell me,” he demands harshly and he pauses his movements abruptly as he looks up at you. It’s a little disorienting but most of all, it’s irritating. No matter how stubborn you are, you’re learning that Billy always gets his way. You wonder if the whole thing with Chip is bothering him and that scares you. This isn’t supposed to be an exclusive relationship and you find yourself regretting that you hadn’t set stronger boundaries. No, instead you insinuated that you wanted exclusivity.

Your hands raise to grab onto his biceps and your worries slip away at the touch of his warm skin. Writhing against his fingers, you finally pant out, “It’s all for you, Billy.”

He presses a searing kiss against your lips, continuing his ministrations but faster and harder this time, almost like you’ve won the prize. He mouths against your lips, “That’s right, baby. This pussy is all mine.”

You arch against him when his fingertips graze the spongy spot deep inside you and you gasp out, digging your nails into his arms. Your entire body is on fire and Billy’s barely started. How he’s able to have this effect on you is unbeknown. It’s like he’s magic, or worse.

He pulls back, positioning himself better between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, entering a third finger into your gushing center. Pressing his left palm on your pubic bone, he rubs your clit with his thumb in quick, repeating circles. The pressure of his hand on you added with the fingers pumping in and out as quick and as hard as he can is excruciatingly delicious. No man has ever fingered you like this and you begin to wonder where in the fuck he learned this. You don’t have time to think much about it as he’s coaxing your orgasm along. Any minute now, you know you’ll cum harder than you ever have before.

“Look at you,” he coos, “such a desperate little slut.”

If you could see you from his eyes, you’d have to agree. You’re squirming around, your fists grabbing the sheets below you so tight your knuckles are turning white and the noises you’re making are borderline pornographic. Like you’re faking it but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Billy’s just a fucking God with his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he says it almost condescendingly, “like a good little slut.”

His words are like a spell and it works, your orgasm crashes through you aggressively. You scream his name, legs shaking as you squirt out all over his fingers and arms. And it lasts for what feels like forever. When you think it’s over, it keeps going and you realize Billy hasn’t stopped. He won’t let you come down, pulling a consecutive orgasm from you. You squirt again and finally, your legs snap shut around his arms. You cry out his name like a chant, begging him to stop or continue, you’re not sure.

You have no idea how much time as passed when you’re able to sit up and look at him, seeing the mess you’ve made of the sheets and Billy’s sweats. You’re gasping for air, your lungs burning and you’re entire body feels like it’s vibrating.

“What the fuck?” you pant in disbelief.

Never in your life have you done that before. In fact, you didn’t even know it was possible. You’d heard of other women squirting but you’d never done it. Until Billy. He looks so goddamn cheerful at your reaction. He even laughs, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“You’re welcome,” he beams.

“Fuck,” you collapse on your back, trying to catch your breath.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep in my bed,” he mentions, a hint of humor in his voice.

“I don’t think I can stand,” you tease back at him, “You’re gonna have to carry me.”

Billy does, getting off the bed and scooting his arms underneath you to pick you up like he did earlier that night. He carefully walks you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed before going to change into different clothes and you see the erection he’s sporting. You reach your hands out, making grabby gestures.

“No clothes, C’mere.”

Billy chuckles, “I guess that’s fair enough.”

He turns his light off and crawls into his bed beside you. You turn to kiss him, your fingertips circling his cock slowly and you smile into the kiss when he moans softly. You’ve never been insecure about your skills in bed but Billy’s on a whole new level and you ache to impress him. You pull away from his lips and start kissing down his chest and stomach. You lick a broad stripe against his abs, tightening your grip on the base of him. He exhales, fingers tangling into your hair as you descend lower. You let go of him and his cock rests up against his stomach, your hands meet his hips and you lick from his balls to his tip. Billy lets out a guttural groan so you do it a few more times before wrapping your lips around his tip. Humming around him, you inch him further and further until you can’t anymore. You feel his pubes tickle your nose, his hands pulling roughly at your hair. You swallow around him before you ease up, your hand moving to stroke where your mouth leaves. You gather the remaining saliva in your mouth and drool it over his tip, using your hand to spread it along his length.

Billy’s panting above you, “Ugh, such a good girl…”

His praise feels nice, making you giggle softly before rolling your tongue along the edges of his tip. You stroke him faster, lowering your mouth to his sack so you can swirl your tongue against his balls. Billy groans louder this time, jerking his hips as he fucks into your first. You start to feel a dull burn in your forearm and wrist but you’re determined to give him an equally earth shattering orgasm as he gave you briefly before.

“Fuck,” Billy grits behind clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

You quickly move to wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking him down hard without relenting your motions with your hand.

Billy whines, “Ah-ah…” and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. You hum happily and he shoots his load into your mouth, hips lifting of the bed as he does so. You swallow and continue to suck, pulling every last drip from him until he’s pushing your head away.

“Fuck,” he exhales loudly, reaching for your arm so he can pull you back up with him. Your face is close enough so you bury it in his armpit and take a whiff. Billy jumps, pulling you up the bed further.

“Jesus Christ, you fiend, that tickles,” he mutters as he presses his lips to yours.

“You smell so fucking good,” you purr, “I just can’t help myself.”

“After that, you deserve it,” he grins, “now get some sleep.”