ADHD affects how I experience time, not how I experience attachment. I love you. I miss you. I just don't realize how long it’s been since I last said that, let alone messaged.
I understand that most normal functioning brains need regular engagement to maintain a bond. Absence doesn’t diminish my affection. My silence isn’t neglect or disinterest. It’s time blindness and object impermanence. The contact gap is purely neurological, not emotional. Thank you for being patient with my inconsistency and holding a seat in your heart for me.
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i think people really under sell the physical side effects of mental health disorders sometimes. like sure the depression and anxiety may be 'just in your head' but when what's in your head happens to disrupts your sleep schedule and prevent you from going outside regularly and eating consistent meals and exercising and generally taking care of your body. well it sure takes its toll huh.
about to drop literally the sickest insider knowledge you will ever receive pls use it responsibly:
are you a teenager? do you wish you had the space & resources & organization to do a thing, whether that's an anime club or a movie night or a big craft workshop or creative writing group or literally whatever? would you like to do your thing totally for free? yes?
okay, then bring it up to a librarian
seriously, teenagers are the absolute hardest group to engage at most libraries & we'll often organize programs that absolutely no one will show up to & it sucks. if you go up to a public librarian & say "hey, some friends & i want to do this thing. does that sound like a feasible teen program for the library?" most people will move heaven & earth to pull it off for you because we know there's an interest in our community. we will go balls to the freaking wall to make it happen
do you want a cosplay contest? a video game tournament? a free escape room? bring it up to the library. it's not a burden or an annoyance at all. it'll be like christmas came early for us
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word count → 6.3k
summary → it's your birthday and the twins make it their mission to give you the best day possible. when night falls and you return to the bedroom, what other gifts will they give you?
notes → I haven't written anything in months but I wanted to write something special for @dpriestxripleysgirl on her special day. this story was also inspired by this amazing fic by @fistsandfangs. the boys in grills just do something to me.
warnings → switch!reader, dom!jimmy, sub!jey, fluff, possessive/toxic behavior, biting & mentions of blood, some humiliation & degradation, oral (fem!receiving), no usocest but the twins are codependent
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You felt something warm tickle beneath your jaw, the feeling causing your sleepy eyes to flutter open.
The room was bathed in a golden light, the sun warm against your cheek. You turned over and the tickle beneath your jaw retreated, Jimmy’s pretty face coming into view.
“Mornin’, baby,” he rumbled. His long hair was already pulled into a messy bun, his dark eyes crinkling as he smiled. “You sleep okay?”
You stretched your arms above your head and nodded, watching as Jimmy’s smile widened. You couldn’t help but smile back, reaching out a hand to gently brush his beard. “Did you?”
“Mm hm,” Jimmy hummed, leaning into your touch. “Had a good dream too.”
“Oh?” You scratched beneath his jaw and Jimmy practically purred at the feeling. “What was it about?”
“You, of course.”
You laughed and Jimmy’s grin was so wide it split his cheeks—a burst of sunshine. He leaned back down to kiss your lips, that tickling feeling causing you to laugh again.
You heard the door creak and another voice rumbling from the doorway. “Damn, y’all already up?”
You and Jimmy poked your head out from underneath the sheets, watching in amazement as Jey handed both of you a Starbucks cup.
“How long you been up, uce?” Jimmy asked. It was a rare sight to see the younger twin up before sunrise.
“I dunno, I woke up and y’all was still out.” Jey winked at you. “Had to get my best girl her favorite drink.”
You sat up and brought the cup to your lips, letting out a hum of contentment. “Mm, this is perfect, baby. Thank you.”
Jey leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his round eyes sparkling in the morning light.
“Happy birthday, pretty girl.”
Jey had climbed back in the bed after returning from his coffee run, the three of you snuggling and giggling until Jimmy finally padded to the kitchen to make you breakfast.
You and Jey lingered behind, still giggling like teenagers until both of you grew lonely and followed Jimmy into the kitchen. He was quick to fuss at the sight of you.
“Nope, don’t even start that shit. Go on back to bed now. Go on.”
“We miss you!” you pouted. “Why can’t we watch you cook?”
Jey hugged you from behind. “Yeah, uce. We was feelin’ bad laid up in there while you do all the work.”
Jimmy waved a spatula menacingly in your direction. “You can live without me for a few more minutes. Jey, you better get this birthday girl outta my face so I can treat her to breakfast in bed.”
Now it was Jey’s turn to pout. “Come onnnnnnn, why can’t we stay in here with you?”
Jimmy pointed at him with the spatula. “If you don’t both go back to bed I swear to god I’m throwing all this out.”
“Oh, shit.”
Jey seemed to assess the seriousness of the situation and quickly swept you off your feet, carrying you back to the bedroom.
“Jey!” you squealed, giggling as he threw you over his shoulder.
He threw you down on the bed like a sack of potatoes, letting out a loud groan. “There!” he said triumphantly.
Before you even realized what was happening, he was pouncing on you, his large body effectively pinning you to the mattress.
“Jey!”
The two of you wrestled playfully until you finally shoved him off, still laughing even as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his favorite spot behind your ear. The bruise he kept there was practically permanent now. He was always worrying his teeth into the mark, ensuring it would never fade. For him, it was proof that you were his. A reminder to the world that he had effectively claimed you.
“Jey…”
Your laughter broke off into a sigh, reaching up to card your fingers through Jey’s mullet. He let out a pleased hum, his teeth continuing to nip there until he finally pulled away. The wetness from his mouth cooled against your skin, some of his saliva dripping down your neck and pooling in your collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jey murmured, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your cheek. His beard tickled the same way his brother’s had. “I love you so much, baby.”
You grinned, leaning forward to brush your lips together.
“I love you more.”
Jimmy found the two of you like that—Jey’s body keeping you pinned to the mattress as he claimed your mouth as his.
“Damn. And here I thought y’all missed me.”
Jey broke away from your lips with a laugh, glancing over his shoulder at the older twin. “You had her all to yourself while I went out for coffee, uce. I don’t wanna hear it.”
Jimmy grinned. “Fair enough. So, y’all want this breakfast or not?”
Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Both twins were good cooks but Jimmy was especially talented. He loved cooking for both of you, always eager to take care of the two people he loved the most. You noticed during breakfast that he was always glancing over at either you or his brother, as if to reassure himself that you were both happy and satisfied.
“It’s delicious,” you praised. “Thank you so much.”
Jimmy had smiled then, another gorgeous sight, before saying, “Of course, baby. Anything for my birthday girl.”
You tried to help clean up the kitchen after breakfast, but Jey wouldn’t hear of it.
“You go get dressed, mamas,” he said. “We goin’ out today.”
And you did. The twins took you shopping, ensuring you went to all of your favorite stores—Louis Vuitton, Saint Laurent, Cartier, Chanel, Hermès—not letting you leave until you’d made at least one purchase at every store.
Whenever the three of you were out in public, the twins always made sure to keep their hands on you. Jimmy liked wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close, his large hand casually lifting up your shirt so he could touch the bare skin of your hip. Jey liked holding your hand, his long fingers clutching tightly around yours–as if your touch kept him grounded. Stable.
They had promised to be on their best behavior today and they remained true to their word. There was one close call in the Chanel store when one of the sales associates (a man, of course) handed you your bag and your fingers accidentally brushed together. Jey’s eyes had burned possessively, but Jimmy quickly grabbed him by the arm and whispered in his ear, reminding him of the promise they had made.
You were grateful you didn’t have to correct him today. You didn’t want to ruin your birthday by having to punish one of them for bad behavior.
They took you to your favorite spot for lunch then back to a few more stores to finish shopping. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your tall, scary Samoans fumbling with all the bags you made them carry. They grumbled the entire time, but they still swiped their card every time you asked. It was clear that no matter how much they complained, they were exactly where they wanted to be.
By the time you got home, you found a new dress laid out on the bed—a long, gorgeous piece with a split in the side that came up to your hip.
“Bought it last week for you, baby,” Jimmy murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple. “You’ll wear it for us, won’t you?”
How could you not? Especially since it matched the new Saint Laurent heels you’d just bought. You made sure to wear your new earrings and bracelets the twins had bought you at Cartier, as well as the new perfume they’d gotten you from Chanel.
The twins wore all black, both of their gold chains glinting in the light. Jimmy wore a suit jacket, complete with gold cufflinks, and gold huggies in each ear. In contrast, Jey had decided to forgo the suit jacket, instead rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to reveal his tattooed arms. He had diamonds in his ears instead of hoops, matching the diamond in his nose.
Your stomach flipped at the sight of them. They both looked devastatingly handsome, but dangerous too. You didn’t miss the matching set of grills in their mouths, their canines studded with diamonds but no less sharp.
“You look like a million bucks, ma,” Jimmy breathed. He was already reaching for you, his hands resting on your hips to pull you in. “So fuckin’ pretty.”
His lips immediately found his favorite spot beneath your jaw, his teeth already worrying into the small bruise he kept there. No matter how much makeup you wore, you could never really hide it. Not when the nearly feral Uso twins were so determined to claim you as theirs.
Jey was quick to press himself close to you too, his golden teeth once again returning to his own favorite bruise behind your ear.
Your knees felt weak, your body already thrumming with arousal at the feeling of their mouths on you. A part of you was tempted to drag them back into the bedroom, but you’d worked too hard on your hair and makeup to waste it.
“Don’t we have dinner reservations?” you asked, your words breathless.
The twins forced themselves to pull away, though their hands still lingered on you, as if they couldn’t bear to let you go.
“You sure you wanna go out tonight?” Jey murmured. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on the split in your dress, his gaze already possessive. “We can stay here if you want, baby.”
You scoffed. “You just don’t want me to go out in a nice dress.”
“Nah, it ain’t that,” Jey lied. “I just… you know, if you wanted to stay in and let us take this off you, we can…”
You let out an indignant sound when Jey’s hands reached for the zipper of your dress, already eager to remove the offending fabric. Thankfully, Jimmy intervened.
“Don’t start, uce,” he warned. “It took us months to get this reservation, remember?”
Jey stuck out his bottom lip, the same way he always did when he didn’t get what he wanted. His hands still lingered on the zipper, the temptation to remove your dress and carry you back upstairs too strong to ignore. Jimmy eventually had to grab his arm and yank him away.
“I ain’t gonna ask our birthday girl to put you in yo’ place tonight, but I will if you don’t behave,” Jimmy hissed. “You promised me good behavior and I better see it, uce. Otherwise, you ain’t gonna like what I do.”
Jey pouted, but you were pleased to see that he didn’t argue. Instead, he threw you an apologetic glance and stuffed his hands in his pockets, as if keeping them there would help him resist the urge to touch you again.
Jimmy gave a curt nod. “That’s better.”
You couldn’t deny the small shiver of pleasure that ran down your spine at the sight of Jimmy’s easy dominance. It was rare for Jimmy to have to reel his brother in. Usually they were getting into trouble together, requiring you to step in and take control. It was a nice change to see the older twin step up and take charge, all in an effort to make your day even more special.
You liked it.
Jimmy took your hand in his. “You ready, baby?”
You nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together as your arousal grew. “Yes, sir.”
Jimmy’s smile widened. “Good girl.”
The reservation was at the nicest restaurant in town—the one you had been wanting to go to for months. You couldn’t help but grin in excitement as Jimmy pulled the car around, dropping the keys off with the valet.
“Are we really doing this?” you asked in amazement.
Both twins offered you their arms, looking pleased at your excitement.
“Of course, baby,” Jey replied. “Anything for our best girl.”
The restaurant was even more beautiful than you imagined, the ceiling covered with intricate constellations made of gold. The maître d' led the three of you to a table in the corner where a nearby string quartet played soft classical music. You saw Jey’s eyes flash in anger when the maître d' graciously pulled out your chair for you to sit, though Jimmy was quick to urge him into his own chair before he said anything.
You tried to look at the menu, but you found your eyes wandering to the twins instead. They just looked so beautiful. Their golden jewelry twinkled in the ambient lighting, the diamonds on their grills flashing every time they spoke. You felt lucky to be here with them—your pretty, but dangerous guard dogs.
And they were still your guard dogs. The fact it was your birthday hadn’t changed that. You didn’t miss the way their eyes remained watchful, their hands still resting possessively on your thigh beneath the table. When the waiter arrived to offer some wine, Jimmy was quick to take control of the conversation, his body language making it clear that the waiter didn’t need to speak to anyone else at the table but him.
While Jimmy certainly had more self-control than his brother, he still had the same territorial instincts. The same temper. And it didn’t take long for it to flare.
“And what would the beautiful lady like to order this evening?”
The waiter hadn’t meant anything by it, of course, but the twins didn’t see it that way. They never did. You watched as both twins stiffened, the table suddenly quiet and thick with tension. Jimmy’s smile never wavered, though it looked sharper now. Dangerous.
“Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to, uce?” Jey snarled, already beginning to stand. “You think we just gon–”
“Jey,” Jimmy interrupted, his voice calm. “Sit down.”
Jey froze. His angry eyes cut over to his brother, his fists still clenched at his sides.
There was a beat of silence.
Then another.
Then, to your utter amazement, Jey actually listened. He didn’t argue. He didn’t pout. He simply sat back down in his chair, his mouth obediently shut while his dark eyes burned in anger.
Jimmy tugged on the sleeve of his suit jacket, that dangerous smile still curved on his lips. He motioned to the waiter.
“C’mere, uce. Lemme tell you something.”
The waiter blinked in confusion, though he still skittered nervously to Jimmy’s side, already apologizing.
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean–”
“Lemme just make myself clear,” Jimmy interrupted. His voice was perfectly calm, but his eyes were flashing just as dangerously as his brother’s. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t talk to him. You talk to me. Got it?”
The waiter paled. “Y-yes, of course, sir. I sincerely apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Jimmy’s smile widened and you could see the waiter’s eyes linger on just how sharp his canines were. “You ain’t offend me, uce. You just seemed a little confused about what’s going on here. But you ain’t confused no more, are you?”
The waiter quickly shook his head, already taking an unsteady step backwards. “Of course not, sir. I completely understand. Please, will you excuse me for a moment? I forgot my…uh, my pen. I’ll be right back.”
You watched as the man practically fled to the back of the restaurant, no doubt already informing his manager of the terrifying Samoan at table twelve.
You sighed. At least you’d gotten to try the wine before they kicked you out.
But to your surprise, no manager arrived. Instead another waiter came to take the man’s place—an older gentleman who only spoke to Jimmy and pretended you and Jey didn’t exist. You sipped on your wine in silence while Jimmy ordered entrees for everyone.
You glanced over at Jey and were surprised to see that his anger had dissipated. His body seemed more relaxed now that Jimmy was taking control of the situation, unbothered by his brother’s easy dominance.
When the food arrived, you were still thinking about the new dynamic unfolding between the three of you. Or maybe it wasn’t new. You’d seen Jimmy tug on Jey’s leash before, but it hadn’t felt like this before. It hadn’t felt like dominance. Not like it did tonight.
But tonight was different. Tonight Jimmy was stepping into a new role—a role you normally played. Tonight Jimmy was in control of both of you.
At first you were surprised to see Jey go along with it so quickly, but the more you thought about it, the more sense it made. Jimmy had been taking control of his brother long before you came along. To him, this was normal. Natural. Jimmy always called the shots. You just had never seen it unfold this way before.
“You alright, angel?” Jimmy murmured, taking your hand. He’d noticed that you’d zoned out.
You quickly nodded, smiling. “Yeah,” you said. “I’m alright. Better than alright, actually. Today has been perfect.”
Jimmy smiled wider, the sight radiant, before turning to his brother. “You wanna do it now, uce?”
You stared in confusion, but Jey just matched his brother’s smile, looking excited. “Hell yeah. I think it’s time.”
Jimmy pulled out something small from his jacket pocket, the sight a familiar blue.
You let out a breath. “No way…”
Jimmy held out the Tiffany & Co. box, that radiant smile still on his lips as he presented it to you.
“Me and Jey picked it out last time we was in New York. Spent over an hour with that lady tryin’ to get it right.”
You took the box with shaky hands, glancing at both of them in disbelief. “Are you… are you serious?”
Both twins chuckled, but Jimmy offered your hand another reassuring squeeze. “Open it.”
You did.
Inside was a gorgeous necklace—a silver chain with a large diamond pendant. You traced your fingers across the gem, your hands still shaking.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
The twins shared another look.
“Flip it over,” Jey murmured. “We put something on the back.”
You obeyed, letting out a small gasp at the sight. Engraved on the back was a small J.
“Just so you ain’t forget about us,” Jimmy joked, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
Jey pressed a kiss of his own to your other cheek, his eyes warm. “Happy birthday, baby.”
You smiled, emotion welling in your throat. This was the best birthday ever.
The ride back home had been a blur. You sat in the back with Jey, your body still buzzing from the wine, pressing your face into his neck to take in more of his scent. Jimmy kept glancing at you both in the rearview mirror, driving carefully below the speed limit as he transported his precious cargo back home.
Jey carried you upstairs and laid you gently down on the bed, his body already hovering over yours to press gentle kisses to your cheek.
“Feelin’ okay, mamas?” Jimmy murmured. You hadn’t even realized that he had knelt between your legs to remove your heels, his calloused fingers warm against your smooth skin. “Tell me what you need.”
You smiled, something warm and easy. “I need you,” you murmured. “Both of you.”
Jey knelt on the bed beside you, a large hand wrapped around your throat to pull you in for a kiss. His grip was loose, almost tender. He didn’t want to hurt you.
“Sweet Jey,” you whispered against his mouth. “My sweet boy.”
Jey let out a soft sound, almost a whimper, before kissing you again.
Another hungry mouth was gliding along your collarbone, warm breath fanning across the diamond resting above your heart. You could feel dominant hands reaching around to unzip your dress—hands that could only belong to Jimmy.
“My gorgeous girl,” you heard him whisper. “Always so perfect f’me.”
He peeled the dress off you easily, his mouth leaving searing kisses to your already heated skin.
You weren’t sure whose thigh was pressed between your legs, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feeling of their mouths on you, the scent of their cologne dizzying your senses. Your lips were beginning to tingle as they took turns claiming your mouth.
They weren’t being rough tonight, but they didn’t exactly know how to be gentle either. It wasn’t in their nature. You could feel it in every squeeze of your hip, every nip against your sensitive skin. They were holding back—the same way they often did when they wanted to be good for you. They wanted to take care of you tonight. Wanted to make you happy. Tonight wasn’t about them. It was about you.
“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Jey murmured. “Such a pretty girl.”
You let out an appreciative sound, your body thrumming again when that thigh pressed more insistently between your legs. Your hips instinctively chased the feeling, your heart racing as another mouth leaned down to press more kisses to your neck.
You were so lost in the feeling of pleasure that you almost didn’t notice the pain.
It started slow at first. The kisses began to turn more ravenous, teeth beginning to dig in deeper to the delicate skin of your neck. You let out a small moan, your body instinctively going limp at the feeling. They’d marked you so much that you’d come to expect this—crave it, even. You’d learned a long time ago that you would bare your neck to these men, even at the risk of them tearing your throat out. How could you not? They were just too beautiful, just too perfect to resist.
The teeth dug in deeper, this time hard enough to draw blood, and you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering.
“Hey!”
Jimmy’s sharp voice had your eyes flying open in alarm. You watched as he grabbed Jey by the hair and pulled him away from you, his lip curled into a snarl.
“We said we ain’t doin’ that shit tonight,” Jimmy growled. “And you promised me you’d behave.”
“Man, I ain’t even do nothin’.” Jey struggled in his brother’s hold, trying to swat him away. “Get off me.”
You watched with wide eyes as the twins struggled. They both looked equally dangerous now—their dark eyes flashing and gold teeth glittering. Jey tried to test the balance of power, but Jimmy wasn’t in the mood. He gripped Jey’s hair tighter, ignoring his little brother’s hiss of pain.
“I told you ain’t gonna like what I do if you don’t behave,” he snarled. “Want me to throw you out of here?”
Jey’s own lip curled this time, once again the menacing animal you’d tried to tame. He looked like he had an angry retort on his lips, though his words evaporated at the sight of you.
You were still laying on your back, your eyes wide as you watched the confrontation go down. But that wasn’t what stopped him. The bite he’d left was bloody now, small droplets of blood dripping from the torn skin and onto the sheets below.
He froze.
“Yeah, you see that shit?” Jimmy was positively livid. “Trying to hurt our sweet girl on her birthday? Are you insane?”
Jey let out a hurt sound, his brow now furrowed in distress.
“You lucky I don’t throw your ass in that fuckin’ dog crate. Since you wanna be feral.”
Jey went limp in his brother’s grasp. It seemed as though all the fight had bled out of him, his expression devastated when he saw the blood on your neck.
“Bite her again and I’ll do it,” Jimmy threatened. “That or put you in a fuckin’ muzzle.”
Jimmy finally released Jey’s hair and the younger twin whimpered, now turning his sad eyes towards you.
“I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I-I ain’t mean to do it.”
You reached out a tentative hand, brushing your fingers through his soft beard. Jey’s pretty eyes fluttered, leaning desperately into your touch.
“It’s alright,” you whispered. “But you need to be good tonight. Can you do that for me, pup? For me and your brother?”
Jey nodded, offering Jimmy an apologetic look. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I will. I will, I promise.”
You reached up to pet his hair, urging back down to your lips. You wanted to show him you weren’t angry, no matter how his brother felt.
“It’s alright,” you whispered again, brushing your lips together. “Just be good, Jey. I know you can.”
Jey nodded quickly. “I promise,” he whimpered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I promise I will.”
You smiled. “Good boy.”
You let him kiss you again, savoring the taste of his repentance on your tongue. Jey’s hand reached up to grab your throat again, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent. He tilted your head back more and moved even closer, his body warm against yours.
Jimmy leaned back and watched. You couldn’t fully decipher the look on his face, but you could tell he was watchful—vigilant in the way Jey touched you, the way his tongue began to press eagerly into your mouth. He was making sure his twin kept his word and handled you with care. You had no doubt that if Jey did something he didn’t like, he’d follow through on his threat and find the muzzle you kept in the bedside table.
The thought alone had small flickers of arousal simmer low in your core.
Jey took his time with you. You could tell he was greedy for more, but he was holding back, his fingers flexing dangerously above your windpipe. You could tell he was resisting the urge to be rough with you, the same way he usually was whenever you were soft and pliable like this.
“So pretty,” Jey mumbled against your mouth. “I want you so bad, baby. You don’t even know.”
You offered him a lazy smile, still content to lean back in the pillows and allow him to lavish you with attention.
“You want me?”
Jey nodded, nipping at your bottom lip. “You all I ever think about, ma,” he murmured, the words strangely vulnerable. “Just wanna be yours.”
You reached up to thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer for another kiss. You’d forgotten just how cute he could be whenever he was tame.
“Sweet boy,” you whispered. “You’ll always be mine. My sweet, pretty boy.”
Jey let out a broken noise at your words, pressing his hips even closer so that you could feel his erection in his slacks. The fingers around your neck twitched again, struggling to maintain control as he titled your jaw up. You could feel his sharp canines nip at your bottom lip again, this time harder.
You pulled away before he could draw blood. “Jey…”
Jey looked distressed, still trying to chase your lips. “No, no, I’m sorry. I ain’t gonna bite. I-I can listen, I promise.”
Jimmy let out a low growl, his hand shooting out to once again grab his brother by the hair.
“Don’t ever fuckin’ listen do you?” Jimmy yanked him off you, those amber eyes simmering with rage. “I’m throwin’ your sorry ass in a dog crate. I don’t even fuckin’ care no more.”
“Wait, wait, please, I’m sorry.” Jey didn’t even try to fight his brother’s grip, holding his hands up pleadingly. “I just… I just… fuck, I can’t… I’m sorry…”
Jimmy dragged him off the bed, his other hand reaching out to grab Jey by the collar of his dress shirt.
“Actin’ like you ain’t fuckin’ trained,” Jimmy hissed. “Actin’ like you can’t fuckin’ listen.”
It took you a moment to realize that Jimmy wasn’t playing around. He was fully intending to drag Jey by the hair all the way to the dog crate and shut him up there for the rest of the night. That wasn’t what you wanted. Not yet, anyways.
“Jimmy.”
You didn’t say his name very loud, but Jimmy still paused, his gaze at you apologetic.
“I’m sorry he don’t know how to listen, baby,” he murmured. “But I’ll take care of it. I promise.”
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Jey trembled in his brother’s grasp. He looked devastated, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.
“I know you will, sweetheart,” you said, kindly. “But it’s my birthday. I want to give him one more chance to be good. Can we, baby? Please?”
Jimmy hesitated. “You sure? I don’t want him hurtin’ you tonight.”
“He won’t.” You leaned back against the sheets, spreading your legs so the twins could now get an excellent view of your lace panties. The fabric was already wet, the lace clinging to your soft folds. “He’ll be a good boy for us. Won’t you, pet?”
Jey’s teary eyes were wide, his gaze flickering between you and your leaking sex. “I swear I will,” he gasped. “I ain’t gonna bite. I ain’t gonna hurt you, baby. I promise.”
He took a step towards the bed but Jimmy yanked on his hair again, causing another whimper to escape his lips.
“Just ‘cause she willing to forgive don’t mean I am,” Jimmy hissed. “You fuck up one more time and you’re out. I’ll put that damn muzzle on you too. Don’t think I won’t.”
Jey nodded quickly, his expression desperate. “I’ll listen,” he gasped. “I’ll listen. I’ll behave, uce, I swear.”
Jimmy didn’t seem convinced, but he still dragged Jey back to the bed.
“This what you want?” Jimmy asked you, holding his little brother up by the hair for you to examine. “This wild thing?”
You smiled, endeared by the sight of Jey’s desperate whimpers. “He’ll be tame for us, baby. Won’t you, pup?”
Jey nodded pitifully, still whimpering even when Jimmy finally released his hair.
“Fine,” Jimmy muttered. “He better prove it too. Go on, mutt. Show our birthday girl that you’re tame. That you’re obedient.”
Jey’s eyes were still teary when he crawled back onto the bed, reaching out a tentative hand to brush your leg.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please, lemme show you. I’m sorry, baby. I swear I am.”
“Alright, alright,” you murmured, spreading your legs even further. “Then prove it to us. Show us what a good boy you can be.”
Jey pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, lowering himself between your legs to get closer to you. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your overheated skin, his kisses tender. You reached out to pet his hair and Jey let out a low rumbling sound, almost like a purr, as he leaned into your touch.
He wrapped his long arms around your legs, his massive hands settling on your thighs. His body was coiled as tightly as a spring, his muscles trembling as he resisted the urge to dive forward and devour you. But he didn’t. He wanted to prove he could be good. That he was a tame, obedient dog who listened when given a command.
“You’re going to prove you’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?” you whispered. “That you’re not that wild, feral animal again. You’ll listen now, won’t you, pup?”
Jey nodded, sweetly rubbing his cheek into your inner thigh. “I ain’t ever wanna hurt you like that, baby,” he whispered, tears still shining in his eyes. “It’s just so hard…”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “You try so hard to be good. So go on, show me. Show me you’re in control. That you’re my obedient boy who listens.”
Jey’s mouth moved closer to your pussy, his breath now tickling the rapidly dampening fabric. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if he were hungry. Ravenous.
The bed dipped as Jimmy joined you on the bed, his expression still wary as he gazed down at his brother.
“You let me know if he hurts you, baby,” he murmured. “You tell me if I need to punish him and I will. I don’t want you liftin’ a finger tonight.”
You smiled, leaning back to look at him. “I will,” you promised. “I know you’ll take care of me.”
“Always.”
Jimmy leaned down and brushed your lips together, his kiss gentle too. You sighed as he reached up and cradled your cheek, feeling safe beneath those warm, calloused hands.
Something cold ghosted across your wet folds and you shivered, realizing that Jey was using those golden teeth to tug your panties to the side, still trying to be gentle even though his muscles were trembling with restraint, his entire body coiled like a predator resisting the urge to strike.
“Good boy,” you whispered, still petting his hair. “So good for me.”
Jey let out an appreciative sound, his tongue dipping gently between your soaked folds. His brown doe eyes were still wide, still staring up at you even as his tongue tenderly lapped against your skin. Somehow your massive, terrifying guard dog looked cute.
Jimmy leaned back to watch, his expression amused now. “He wants it bad,” he chuckled. “Don’t know if I’ll let him fuck you though.”
You continued to pet his hair, letting out a shaky breath as his tongue licked further down, now gently nudging at your empty hole.
“We’ll see if he earns it,” you replied. “If he’s good.”
Jey pulled back just enough for his grills to catch in the light again. His canines looked sharp, the diamonds on his teeth twinkling dangerously, but you weren’t afraid. You knew he would be gentle with you, especially if he was under the watchful eye of his stern older brother.
“And what about me?” Jimmy murmured, his breath warm in your ear. “I been good too?”
You grinned, gazing up at him. “You’re always my good boy,” you murmured. “So good that you wanna take care of me. And your brother too.”
Jimmy’s eyes flickered down to Jey, watching as he continued to gently lick up into you. You smiled wider when he reached down and brushed some of the curls from his brother’s forehead, his expression fond.
“I’ll always take care of you,” he murmured. “Both of you.”
Jey let out a pleased sound, his eyes still staring up at you both in devotion. His tongue was now pressing incessantly inside of you, his movements still slow and syrupy. You could feel the diamonds on his grills brush against your sensitive skin, the feeling sharp, but not unwelcome.
Jimmy’s large hand moves further down to rest beneath your jaw. His touch was a little more firm than Jey’s. A little more dominant.
He tilted your head back and kissed you more deeply, claiming every inch of you for himself. You swiped your tongue across the cool metal in his mouth, the diamonds scraping your lip before you pull away again.
You lean back to look at him. At this angle, Jimmy just looks so big—so powerful with his broad shoulders and rippling muscles. You can see them beneath his black dress shirt, the gorgeous ink on his chest peeking out from the top where he had undone the top button. He reached out another hand and his golden watch caught in the light, the same gold as his earrings and chain. And when he smiled again, you saw more gold in his mouth—a shining Midas with a wolfish grin.
Jey’s tongue delved in deeper and this time you couldn’t hold back a moan, instinctively reaching out for Jimmy to ground yourself. You glanced down at Jey and saw that his eyes were half-lidded now, his nose buried against you as he pushed that talented tongue even deeper. You could feel yourself getting wetter—your sweet nectar leaking out of your hole just for Jey to swallow it all.
Jey let out a low moan, the vibration from his throat causing more pleasure to shoot up your spine at the feeling. Then his tongue curled, finding that magic spot inside you that stars exploding across your vision. You fell back against the pillows, vaguely hearing Jimmy’s soft chuckle beside you.
“Does it feel good, angel?” he murmured. “Your puppy doin’ a good job?”
You nodded, clinging to him. “S’good,” you breathed.
Jey pressed his face even deeper, his tongue now massaging that spot over and over again just to watch you writhe in pleasure. Your slick was smeared across his face, small drops of it dripping down his beard, but he didn’t care. He doubled his efforts instead, diving in just to taste more of you, his hips beginning to roll into the mattress at the sound of your low moans of pleasure.
You came three times from his mouth alone. It wasn’t until you were shaking from overstimulation that Jimmy finally allowed Jey to fuck you, his eyes still watchful lest Jey break his promise and bruise your delicate skin. He was protective like that.
Thankfully, Jey knew better than to disobey him. He tried his best to be gentle—his hands determined not to grab, his teeth determined not to bite.
But it was just for tonight.
The Uso twins had given you this as a gift for your birthday—one brother with his dominance and another with his obedience—to prove their love and devotion to you. It wouldn’t last. You knew it was only a matter of time before their true nature returned.
These men weren’t known for their gentleness. These men were dangerous. They fucked like animals. They claimed you like territory. They snarled and bit and drew blood even after all their promises that they wouldn’t. That’s who they were.
But for your birthday they were this—your sweet, gentle boys. Jey would be tame for you. Jimmy would hold his brother’s leash for you.
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