#i am always hoping for twincest

[comebackali]

so the acolyte is just trigun but with amandla stenberg instead of some little blonde anime twink. okay i can dig it.

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Share Our Skin (part 3.2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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This is a smut twin fic (not twincest). If it's not something you like, please scroll.

A/N: This is the last and long-awaited part of the wonderful request from the lovely @twistedmelodies. Her request was based on the picture of the twins in the Age of Machine music video that you can see in this collage. Thank you so much, Hannah. Your patience, kindness and support were absolutely unmatched.

I really hope you like this one. I had to divide it because Tumblr was giving me problems. This is the final part and it's absolutely filthy.

Share Our Skin (part 1)

Share Our Skin (part 2)

Share Our Skin (part 3.1)

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Word count: 16+K (I am so sorry. I promise it's worthy)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader x Jake

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, MINORS ABSOLUTELY DNI,sexual tension, graphic sexual content, language, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, restraints, blindfolds, a little bit of food play and temperature play, anal play, unprotected anal sex, threesome, double penetration, dom/sub dynamic.

Summary: In the end, your lies inevitably catch up on you.

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It was a calm friday afternoon, you had just gotten home from work when your phone buzzed.

You took it out of your purse and the screen lit up with a text.

It was from Josh.

Hey, love! How was work? I was thinking… since the cinema is closed tonight, would you like to come over? I really miss you"

As you read it, you imagined his sweet impatient voice in your mind and felt a nice warmth spread in your stomach.

Work was ok. I'd love to. What time?

He replied within seconds.

How does 7:30 sounds?

Perfect! 

Unfortunately I cannot come pick you up. My car is in the shop.

Don't worry, I'm taking an Uber. See you at 7:30.XX

See you soon, baby!

The Uber left you in the driveway and you walked towards the front of the house.

Josh was already outside, waiting for you.

He enveloped you in a big hug. He smelled wonderfully, as always, of vanilla and a hint of coffee.

As the comforting heat of his skin warmed yours, you felt extremely grateful for having him there with you, melting away all the worries and fatigue accumulated during your day at work.

But then, like a brick thrown from a skyscraper, it hit you.

He had been nothing but sweet to you, a true friend before being also a lover, one whom you could tell anything and who you could trust with your life.

And yet there you were, betraying him like he meant nothing at all.

Your smile quickly faded from your face, and he noticed. Of course he did.

"Hey, love," he said, lifting your chin gently, "What's wrong?"

You were quick to answer.

"Nothing, I'm just really tired" you lied to him.

He observed you as if he knew you weren't telling him the truth but didn't push you further.

Then suddenly, as you felt your heart slip away little by little from Jake’s grasp, your wicked mind started conjuring up lewd images of your sneaky trysts with him.

Images of his hands around your neck, tugging at your hair, covering your mouth to keep you quiet as his hips pounded relentlessly against yours in a storage closet next to the restrooms in the bar.

Images of his body, sweaty and perfect as he played, completely dressed, on stage morphing into images of that same body moving in the same way in that damned mirror the first night he had you, not even two hours after meeting your eyes from across the room.

Josh’s sweet giggle and his hand waving gently in front of your eyes brought you out of your head abruptly and you involuntarily blushed.

"Hey, what's wrong, you know you can tell me anything, right?" He said, cradling your face in his warm hands.

You assured him that you were ok and followed him inside.

You decided to order dinner and, as you waited,  you settled on his couch, making small talk about your day.

Soon, the doorbell rang and he stood to go grab the food.

He came back and settled the bags on the little coffee table in front of you, then turned on the TV and you started eating, with an old film in the background, as always.

When you both finished, you helped him clear the table and brought everything back to the kitchen.

You followed him back to the living room and settled on the sofa with him, your thighs touching and making butterflies flutter their wings in your stomach.

"I missed you" he whispered against your neck as he leant forward.

He traced a line up your neck with the tip of his nose and then his lips started sucking a faint mark right below your ear and you whimpered as his teeth slowly nipped at your skin.

"I missed you too, you can't even imagine how much" you whispered back bringing your hand up to caress his hair.

But before you could reach him, he unespectedly parted from you.

Something was on his mind.

"Oh, I was about to forget. This morning I was in town and I passed by a new ice-cream parlor. I was told by many people that they make an amazing ice-cream and decided to buy some and eat it with you tonight" he said, stroking your thigh with a gentle hand.

Your eyes lit up at the word ice-cream, and he chuckled. 

He knew you had a sweet tooth and decided to use this notion to his advantage.

You couldn't wait to taste it. 

"Go get it, baby, I'm going to set up a new film in the projector in the meantime. It's in the freezer above the fridge" he said with a sweet smile, pointing towards the kitchen.

You headed towards the kitchen with dirty glasses in hand, turning around midway and catching him already watching you.

He winked and you giggled as you turned the corner

You entered the kitchen, flicked on the light and froze.

On the table in front of you there was the box of ice-cream Josh was talking about.

It had already been taken out from the freezer and opened but had been laid there untouched. 

Three spoons were sticking out upright from the sweet frozen mass.

But what shocked you the most was what laid next to it.

On the kitchen counter, perfectly laid out were a pair of panties. 

You recognised them and almost fainted.

They were the ones that Jake had hid in his pocket and essentially stolen from you the first time you had met him.

At that moment it downed upon you that he had never given them back to you.

Panic exploded in your chest at the sight and petrified you on the spot.

You couldn't move.

You couldn't think.

You couldn't speak.

The glasses you were holding slipped from your hands and shattered on the tile floor with a loud crash, sending shards everywhere.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching.

Your brain screamed at you to reach for the panties and hide them but your body simply wasn't cooperating, so you stood there like a marble statue.

Josh rounded the corner quickly and spoke, but you didn't hear anything.

He turned you around and inspected you, searching for wounds on your skin.

Then his eyes landed on the table and his expression transformed and became impossible for you to understand what he was thinking.

He helped you sit on a chair and spoke. His tone was hurt.

"Baby, look at me" he said, demandingly. You had never heard him speak like that to you. He was always sweet and kind, but now he sounded almost disappointed.

After a moment, you managed to lift your gaze from the floor to his hurt eyes, but quickly averted them again.

"Look. At. Me." He said again.

You struggled but did it. With tears already prickling your eyes, you forced yourself to look into his.

"I think you owe me an explanation, doll" he said, marking the last word for you to understand it clearly, and your eyes widened at the pet name he used.

It was Jake's pet name for you.

A smirk slowly made its way on his lips upon seeing your reaction to the word he had chosen.

Suddenly, the door on the other side of the room opened.

A deep voice sounded from the darkness.

"Well, I think she owes us both an explanation, don't you think, brother?" 

You recognised that voice.

But somehow your brain wasn't immediately able to understand the obvious.

Only when the owner of that voice emerged from the darkness and walked towards Josh, stopping right at his side, the realization finally dawned upon you and you understood the real extent of your mistake.

A single word echoed into your mind.

Brother

Josh.

Jake.

Fuck.

In that instant you understood why Jake had looked so familiar the first time you had met him. 

You remembered that exact feeling of something being off about his appearance and your inability to find out what it really was.

But now, now you knew.

They were brothers.

And you had fucked both of them without knowing.

You knew you were in deep deep trouble now.

The looks on their faces said it all.

You weren't going to get out of there without an honest explanation.

You tried to speak but the words didn't seem to come.

You made a second attempt but it was of no avail.

Jake handed you a glass of water.

You tried to grab it but your hands were shaking too much.

Josh had to wrap his hands around yours and guide the glass towards your lips to help you drink.

You were shocked.

And they both, but Jake especially, seemed to love watching you squirm and suffer in front of their scrutinizing gaze.

You cleared your throat and Jake pressed you to speak.

"C'mon doll, we are all ears" he said with a snide grin on his beautiful face.

"You…" you started.

"You are brothers" you said, more to yourself than to them, averting your eyes to the floor.

Josh crouched down on the floor, carefully avoiding glass shards and smirked, catching your eyes.

"We are more than that, baby" he said straightening up and lifting your chin with his fingers so you could catch Jake’s eyes, too.

"We are twins" Jake said, his smirk deepening at the sight of your eyes widening at the further realization.

FUCK.

Before you could hide your face in your hands Jake caught you and made you plant your hands on your thighs with his warm calloused fingers on top.

You weren't going to escape from there, that was clear. Not without an explanation.

"When…?" Your voice came out meek and pathetic.

"Are you asking when we discovered this little game of yours?" Josh said. He was serious, unlike Jake who seemed to enjoy your sufferings, but his eyes were ablaze with hurt and something more. He looked almost aroused by your helpless state.

"Immediately" Jake scoffed.

"The morning after our first encounter I was having breakfast with my nosy brother and he saw something poking out of my backpocket." Jake said grabbing the panties from the table and twirling them around his finger.

"He froze and paled when he saw them but then tried to lie to me, telling me that I had imagined his reaction to them. That I hadn't seen his heart shatter the moment he recognised them. I pressed him and he finally confessed." Jake said.

"I told him that the girl I had met at the cinema wore the same panties when we ended up trapped in the cinema all night but I refused to believe that he had hooked up with that same girl." Josh said, hurt evident in his tone.

"I refused to believe it too at first, then he described you to me and for me it was clear. But he still lied to himself so I told him to come to the bar on the next Wednesday and that's when he saw you enter there all dolled up just for me when you thought he was working." Jake said right into your ear.

Oh, Hell.

"You remember that night, don't you, doll?" Jake purred into your ear and your heart accelerated further.

You remembered, of course you did. How could you forget.

That night he was on fire. 

And now you knew why.

He wanted to prove his point to his brother. And you had fallen right in his trap.

That night he had pressed you against the side of his Mustang in the back hallway and had you right there where anybody could have seen.

He didn't even give you time to climb inside the car before he started tearing at your clothes.

But, thank God, there was no one in that hallway.

Or so you thought.

You didn't even have to ask if Josh had seen you.

From the look in his eyes, you knew he had.

"He was a few cars behind us in that hallway. He saw us and heard us, of course. We weren't exactly being quiet. And he discovered that his little good girl had never been good, nor his, to begin with." Jake said, lips glued to your ear but eyes burning into Josh's.

You felt like shit at that moment. 

Hot guilty tears started streaming slowly down your cheeks.

"Imagine our surprise when we found out that you kept seeing both of us without saying a damn word." Josh said, slightly accusatory and hurt.

"Imagine our surprise when we learned you had been inside our shared house without even realizing it. We have our own floor and different entrances but the building is the same. I am quite surprised you didn't notice." Josh continued, the corner of his lips raised in a shadow of a grin when his brother spoke.

"These walls are pretty thin, you know" Jake added and you gasped, in understanding. 

The thought that all those times that you had come to Josh’s house, Jake was downstairs and could hear you made you shiver.

And the very thought that even Josh heard when you were in bed with Jake made you feel like you needed to disappear.

"We wanted to see how far this would go before you said something, but when we understood you weren't going to stop seeing neither one of us, we decided it was time to take the matter into our own hands." Jake said, caressing your cheek in fake pity, eyes burning with something you couldn't quite place.

You searched for Josh's gaze to find a bit of solace but when you met his eyes a shiver ran down your spine. 

His eyes matched his brother's in shade and mirrored the exact expression. 

There was something dangerous behind his irises, too.

"Now, doll, we want the truth. Allow me the joke, but no more fucking around." Jake said, a little smirk twisting his plump lips.

You sighed, defeated, and nodded.

"Ok" you agreed feebly.

Even though you wanted to disappear from there, and from the face of Planet Earth, you knew you had done something terrible to them and you owed them an explanation.

There was no turning back.

And there was no point in lying now.

"I don't know what possessed me, honestly. I had never done something even remotely close to this and I hate myself for that. You have no idea how much." A sob shook your body but you went on.

They were side by side, standing there with unreadable stoic expressions on their faces, listening to your confession, looking so alike your mind was almost going into overdrive.

"But I can't" you said simply, hiding your face in your hands.

You felt someone move.

And you flinched when hands wrapped around your wrists.

You tentatively opened your eyes and were met with Josh’s kind irises. For a fleeting moment he was the same Josh that had stolen your heart in that old cinema months ago.

"It's ok baby, take your time." He said sweetly stroking your trembling hands.

You heard another movement and then Jake handed you the glass, refilled with water.

You thanked him, drank a couple of sips and then continued.

"I can't choose, ok? Every time I think I know who I need, the other invades my mind and makes it impossible for me to choose. I came to the conclusion that, for me, it is absolutely impossible to decide. My mind and my body need you both." You took another sip and they tried to interrupt you but you went on anyway.

"But I have no intention to disrupt your brotherly bond just because something is clearly wrong with me. Please believe me when I say that I am sorry, really. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did. I promise this is the last time you will ever see me." You finished and stood, ready to leave them behind forever, tears prickling your eyes again, ready to spill down your flushed cheeks.

Clearly you weren't meant for any of them if you weren't able to choose.

You turned and started to make your way towards the door but a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Not so fast, doll. First, you have to tell us who is better" you heard Jake say, his voice so deep and raspy that a shiver ran down your spine.

You turned slowly, dumbstruck, thinking your brain was messing with you.

"What?" Your expression must have been a sight to see, because they chuckled. In unison. Sounding so disturbingly similar that you felt weak at the knees.

They started approaching and you backed away from them.

Until you couldn't anymore.

They had you trapped against the kitchen wall in wolflike fashion, like a helpless delicious prey ready to be devoured.

You were petrified. 

Josh was the first one to move forward. 

His warm breath made goosebumps raise on the skin of your neck as he loomed over you, coming even closer to speak into your ear.

"Don't play coy, baby, you know what he means" he whispered and placed a light lingering kiss on your neck, right where your pulse point was.

Suddenly, rough fingers traced your chin and turned your face away from Josh, so your eyes could meet Jake’s, burning fiery and dangerous.

"I already told you I don't like to repeat myself. But this time is an exception." He purred into your other ear.

"Of course, we want to know who is better at making you cum, doll. A little competition never hurt nobody. We want a honest answer. And who would give it to us better that you? You had us both after all" Jake went on. As he talked you could feel his lips moving against your ear,  making your head spin.

The faintest change in your breathing had them both smirking.

Then Jake’s lips connected with your neck, in a kiss so similar to Josh’s that if you didn't have your eyes open you wouldn't have been able to know which one was touching you.

As Jake’s lips sucked at your neck and you turned your face exposing more of your throat to him, Josh unexpectedly kissed your lips making a little needy whine leave you.

Having both their lips on you had never crossed your mind but now you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Hands started to roam around your body. 

You didn't know which one they belonged to but, honestly, you didn't care.

One of them pressed you more against the wall by your hips, while two sets of lips attacked your neck, leaving deep bruises in their wake.

Your head fell limp with a low thud against the wall as Jake's fingers dipped into the waistband of your jeans. You were sure it was him. You would recognise those calloused fingers everywhere.

He slowly skimmed his fingers between your legs, groaning lightly at the feeling of your wetness damping the cotton of your panties.

As Josh’s fingers teased your nipples through your tshirt, you let out a fucked-out breathy whine that echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen.

"Listen to her" Jake mumbled to his brother as he slowly dipped his fingers into the crotch of your already ruined panties.

"Yeah, she makes the prettiest sounds when you tease her with barely-there touches there." Josh agreed as his hands made their way under your shirt, touching your bare breasts, kneading the flesh with deliberate touches that had shivers run down your spine.

Ever so slowly, the calloused pads of Jake's middle and ring fingers started making deliciously slow circles around your clit making your hips buck and twitch against the wall.

Suddenly you felt another hand slither inside your jeans and you whimpered when soft fingers came in contact with the damp hot skin between your legs.

Josh’s voice reached your ears like he was speaking to you from miles away.

Like in a dream.

"You love having both our hands between your legs, don't you? Spoiling your little tight pussy as she deserves" he said, smirk evident in his tone at the effect his words were having on you.

You were impossibly wet and the more you thought about what was happening, the more you felt your wetness gushing out of you.

You were so close already.

The pads of Josh’s fingers, more delicate than Jake’s, pressed between your lower lips and inside of you but only to the first phalanx.

Tease.

They kept you expertedly on the brink of your release for an indefinite amount of time before they started touching you with purpose.

Faster and harder.

Josh’s fingers pressed swiftly inside of you to the knuckle while Jake’s started stroking your clit rapidly. 

Both their paces matched, as if they were synchronised.

You were almost there.

But of course, it felt too good to be true. 

You should have expected that.

Just when you were right about to unravel, they stopped touching you abruptly. Denying you. Taking their expert hands away from your aching body.

A loud frustrated whine left your lips and they laughed. Menacingly.

Jake was the first one to speak.

He sank a hand into the hair on the back of your head and yanked, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

You hissed at the sting but almost moaned when his knee pressed between your legs and against the wall to keep you still.

"Tell me the truth, doll. You are well aware that this juicy pussy doesn't deserve to cum, right? It's not that easy, you have to earn it" he tsked with his tongue before continuing. "You don't get what you want that fast. Not after what you did to us. Do you realize that you used us as if we were your little fuck toys for two months?" 

You tried to lower your gaze but he didn't let you. 

"I'm so sorry" you said, feeling new tears pool in your eyes.

"I know you are, baby." It was Josh’s turn to speak. His eyes were still hurt, but his tone was sweet and gentle.

"We have a proposition for you, but only if you are one hundred percent ok with it" Josh whispered and Jake smirked.

"We want to play a little game with you, doll. And if you are good," he made a little noise into your hear, similar to a purr. "If you are good to us we are going to make you cum how many times you need." He said, thumb stroking your bitten lower lip.

"What kind of game?" You asked tentatively, voice trembling lightly.

They chuckled.

"That's a surprise! What we can say is that we are sure you are going to enjoy it. You just need to know that we are absolutely not going to hurt you and that everything that is going to happen is going to make you feel so good that you will never forget it" Josh said, looking as serious as ever.

You were confused, scared but also incredibly turned on. Your almost-orgasm had left your mind in such a daze, making you feel both euphorically high and incredibly unsatisfied at the same time. 

You were shaking and with their burning gazes scrutinizing every inch of your body, you felt overwhelmed.

And then their eyes fixated on your face, looking for any sign of discomfort.

But there was none.

You had already decided.

At that moment you understood what had been your weakness all along. 

You were intrinsically incapable of telling them a simple word.

No.

They had captivated you in ways you didn't believe were possible.

So, so be it.

You were going to let them do with you whatever they wanted.

That's how you found yourself in Jake’s dimly lit bedroom with your body pressed inbetween theirs.

You were almost naked. They had managed to undress you in record time and now they were leaving marks on your shoulders and collarbone, biting and sucking on your skin.

And all of a sudden, they stopped.

"Sit on the bed, baby" Josh asked you, placing a fleeting kiss on your lips, that had your mouth chasing after the warm softness of his, making Jake chuckle in your ear.

"An insatiable little thing you are" he whispered and slapped your ass as you started to move towards the bed.

As you sat down on the soft black duvet and raised your gaze on them you shivered.

They were looking at you with the same hungry look as before.

"Close your eyes and keep them closed until we tell you, ok?" Jake ordered.

"Yes" You answered feebly, obeying.

"Good girl" they praised you in unison.

The amount of time that passes was lost to you. It could have been mere minutes or half an hour.

Your nerves were driving you crazy and you knew you were starting to tremble.

They had left the room, of that you were sure.

Faint noises and hushed voices came from the adjacent room.

Then, finally, you heard the noise of footsteps approaching and you felt their presence back in the room.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when both their voices mingled together and ordered you to open your eyes.

Your brain did a double take when your eyes finally focused on their forms in the dimly lit room and you let out a loud gasp.

They were standing side by side right in front of you.

They were both dressed in black pants and satin black shirts. The lower halves of their faces were hidden behind black surgical masks. 

Two sets of the same eyes fixated on your face and your heart skipped several beats. 

They looked absolutely and disturbingly identical. 

The only thing that allowed you to tell them apart was that one of them, Jake, had his hair tied back in a low bun while Josh had a black beanie covering his head.

Your heart was beating so hard that you were sure they could hear it from across the room.

Your hands clenched into tight fists, making your nails dig harshly into the flesh.

Their gloved hands were holding something and when you understood what you were looking at, you felt dizzy.

Velvet.

They were holding long slips of black velvety fabric.

Those were restraints. For you.

They came closer and let the ropes fall on the bed, keeping their gazes on you.

They dropped to their knees in front of you and lowered their masks. Josh spoke first.

"Are you scared?" He asked, his sweet voice sounding crystal clear.

Without realizing it, you were biting at your bottom lip, torturing the damaged skin with your teeth. 

There was no point in lying.

"Yes. A little" You whispered back.

Jake extended a gloved hand and your nerves made you flinch away from him.

"Hey, angel, it's just me. I am not going to hurt you" he said sweetly and gently untucked your lip from underneath your teeth.

"Now we are going to tell you the rules of this little game, ok?" Josh said and you nodded, not trusting your voice to answer.

"First rule: you have all the power, baby. If you agree to play with us, we will use a color scheme. If you are uncomfortable with something or you don't like something simply say 'red' and everything stops. Immediately. Alright?" His voice sounded extremely serious at that moment.

You nodded again but Jake was quick to correct you.

"Please, angel, use your words, we need to hear you have understood." He said stroking one of your trembling hands with one of his.

"Alright" you said a bit out of breath.

"Good girl" the praise came, like before, and you started to feel a familiar warm feeling spread in your body. Arousal.

"If you are in doubt about anything, or you need a pause, say "yellow" and we are going to slow down. If you don't know how you feel about something just use "red". Don't mull too much over it. And absolutely never try to endure something you don't like, ok?" Jake whispered, gently stroking your hand.

"Ok" you said, a little calmer than before.

"We are going to check on you repeatedly, by asking what your color is, alright? If everything is ok, use "green" so we know you are alright" Josh continued.

"Second rule: we need to discuss your boundaries and we need you to be completely honest with us" Jake said, standing and letting a velvet rope fall on your lap.

"Do you like being tied to the bed, love?" He asked, seriously.

You blushed instantly and hid your face in your hands.

"Baby don't be embarrassed, just answer him" Josh said, using his soothing voice to convince you.

"I-I" you started, stuttering.

Jake caressed your red cheeks and waited patiently for your answer 

"I love it" you blurted out finally.

"Good" Jake said, smirking.

"What about blindfolds?" Josh asked.

"Yes" You whispered.

"So angelic but yet so naughty, baby. I am impressed" Josh praised you and you giggled.

"You have no idea, brother"  interjected Jake with a low chuckle.

You averted your eyes once again, embarrassment silencing you. 

"And tell us, angel, how do you feel about a little bit of impact play? Do you like your pretty ass spanked?" Josh asked, his sultry voice reached your ears and made a shiver of anticipation run down your spine and right between your legs. 

You were ashamed of yourself for confessing that all those things were everything you needed but you did it anyway.

"I am fine with that" you whispered.

Then Jake came nearer. He towered over you looking down at you like you were his favourite plaything.

You met his eyes and whimpered lightly when one of his gloved hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed gently.

"And last but not least, what about choking?" He asked, his voice, raspy and rich, made goosebumps raise on your skin.

"You already know this" you answered. It was true. You never kept it a secret with him. You always reached mind-blowing orgasms when he choked you. But Josh had never ventured that far with you. 

His grip tightened.

"I don't care. I want to hear you say it in front of him" he whispered onto your lips, teasingly. 

"Yes, I love it" you answered and your eyes caught Josh’s ones behind Jake. 

You shivered at the sight of a hint of jealousy there. But you also saw a deep fire and suddenly you couldn't wait to play with them.

"Have you ever been dominated, baby?" Josh asked in a dangerous low tone that made you clench your thighs together.

"No" you answered simply, trying to mask your nervousness, but you knew he saw right through you.

"And we get to the third and final rule: you will refer to us as Sir and you won't disobey us or we are going to punish you, alright? If we say that you are not allowed to touch us, you won't or else you will face the consequences. Do you understand?" Josh said and your answer came instinctively.

"Yes, Sir" you said, looking them in the eyes. 

They praised you instantly.

"That's it, baby" Josh said, eyes beaming, proud.

"Smart girl" Jake whispered, watching you closely.

"Now, the game is rather simple. We are going to blindfold you and you will have to guess which one of us is touching you. If your guess is correct we are going to reward you, but if your guess is wrong we are going to punish you. Are you sure you are ok with this?" Josh explained to you without beating around the bush.

You pondered for a few seconds but then agreed.

"Yes, I am sure." You answered.

Jake grabbed a slip of velvet and disappeared behind you. 

You felt the bed dip under his weight as he came up behind you, whispering your name sweetly before asking you a question.

"Which is your color, angel?" He whispered sultrily into your ear from behind.

"Green" you answered back and his lips connected instantly with your earlobe, sucking and nibbling at your skin. 

"I'm blinfolding you now, ok?" Jake said, making the velvet tickle your bare arms.

"Yes, Sir" you replied.

"Such a good fucking girl you are" Jake whispered low into your ear and his hot breathing made you shiver as he slowly placed the velvet in front of your eyes.

"Cmon baby, it's time to show us how sorry you are"

You felt your heart rate picking up sensibly as your eyes were covered by the dark soft fabric that was tied gently behind your head.

With sight robbed from you, all your other senses suddenly ignited.

As you heard Jake return in front of you, your heart rate picked up again.

Fuck, we are really doing this, you thought.

"You can't touch us, baby. Remember" Josh said.

The first touch scared you.

Gentle fingers stroked your cheek with a featherlight touch and you jumped as if you had been burned with a branding iron.

They both chuckled at your reaction.

Then you felt fingers gently caressing down your arms. 

Were those the same fingers as before?

You didn't know.

The question you feared came.

"Who is touching you now, baby?" Josh asked and you bit the inside of your cheek. 

You didn't know who was touching you. You couldn't focus properly on it because you knew you were going to get it wrong. 

They both had gloves on, so you were sure you couldn't tell their touches apart.

When he reiterated the question, you decided to try and follow your instinct.

"Josh" you whispered and you felt a hand close around your throat.

"Wrong" a voice said amused and sharp.

You gasped and your fingers, with a mind of their own, grasped the wrist that was holding you around the throat.

"And now who's touching you?" Josh repeated the question with the same tone as before.

"Jake" you said in a sliver of voice.

The hand around your throat tighten and then disappeared.

"Wrong again" their said together.

Suddenly you felt someone approach and Josh’s voice grazed your left ear.

"You know, he is not the only one who can be rough, baby. You just never asked me to be" he said, his tone heated and so low that those vibrations reached your core, making you shudder.

You felt someone move and lips grazed your other ear.

"And I am perfectly capable of being sweet and gentle, angel. But when I met you I knew you didn't need it slow and tender" Jake said, licking your lobe, just like Josh was doing.

After a few seconds of kisses and bites down your throat, Josh spoke again.

"We have to punish you, you know this right?" He said and his fingers closed around one of your wrists.

"Yes, Sir" you answered, afraid that your heart could jump out of your chest. 

"Not only because you got your answers wrong, but also because you touched him" Jake whispered right on your lips.

That bastard. He wanted to see if you would break their rules again by tempting you to kiss him. 

But this time you restrained yourself.

And he wasn't happy with your behaviour. 

He wanted you to misbehave so he could add a punishment, so he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and bit down hard.

But you didn't even flinch.

His failed attempt gained him a reprimand from Josh.

Another hand closed around your other wrist, and this time you were sure it was Jake's.

His grip was vice-like and harsh.

"Slide further up the bed" Jake’s voice barked at you.

Your body was trembling with nerves and anticipation as you felt both sides of the bed dip with their weight.

They must have noticed because they didn't tie you straight away. Their touches lingered on your wrists and down your arms, gentle and soothing.

"Which is your color?" Jake’s voice reached your ears again, but it was way gentler than before. His nose bumped against your cheek, softly.

"Green" you whispered without hesitation and you almost moaned when their fingers reached your chest.

They started toying with the straps of your bra and then, you felt their fingers everywhere, behind your back and teasing your nipples, before removing the item entirely.

Just when you thought they were going to lose themselves in spoiling your breasts, they stalled.

Suddenly, velvet touched your wrists.

"Are you ok with having your hands tied against the headboard, baby?" Josh asked and you nodded before catching yourself and giving them a true answer.

"Yes, I am ok with it, Sir" you whispered back.

In no time your hands were tied to the headboard and your arms were extended behind your head. They placed a pillow below them so you didn't have to keep them tensed for too long.

Everything was very still around you.

Until you felt something freezing and wet graze your right nipple.

You gasped and tried to back away from that feeling but you couldn't.

"Can you guess what this is?" A voice asked. You were so dizzy because of that feeling that you didn't even recognise who was talking.

You jumped when they started inflicting the same torture to your other nipple, too.

Your mind was becoming dizzy and you were afraid to fail again, but suddenly a sweet smell you recognised hit your nostrils and a light went on in your head.

"Yes, Sir" you answered. 

"Say it' Josh ordered.

"Spoons. They were inside the ice-cream on the table in the kitchen" you specified.

"Good girl" they praised you instantly but kept torturing your nipples with those freezing spoons.

You were squirming when they stopped. 

Your back arched violently from the bed when their hot tongues came in contact with your freezing skin.

You whimpered but tried to focus as much as you could on recognising their touches because you knew that their question was coming.

And this time you were almost sure.

Josh was on your left side. His mouth was latched on your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth and flicking it delicately but without reprise with his hot tongue.

On the contrary, Jake was on your right side. And being the tease that he was,  he didn't give you his mouth straight away. His tongue circled your nipple painstakingly slowly, tightening his circles every second more until he bit down hard and soothed the sting with gentle barely-there flicks of his tongue.

"Fuck, this ice-cream is delicious" Jake said, licking what had started to trickle down from the side of your breast

"Just like her" they said in unison, making you shiver and press your thighs together in search of some friction.

They were driving you mad.

As you had anticipated, the question came from a breathless Jake.

"Tell us who is touching you now" he said and sucked your nipple back in his mouth.

You told them, stopping from time to time as sighs of pleasure escaped your lips.

"It's time for a reward, brother" Josh said, stealing your breath away with a slow passionate kiss that tasted of the best hazelnut ice-cream you had ever had.

You felt as the ice-cream slowly melted between your tongues and you moaned in pleasure.

Abruptly, Josh was yanked away from you and you felt teeth nipping at your jaw before another pair of plush lips connected with yours, making your head spin with the intensity of it.

Again you tasted ice-cream on his lips. 

They went back and forth for a while, taking turns in feeding you ice-cream  and then Jake hummed into your mouth and you shivered as his fingers trailed slowly down your front, reaching between your legs.

"Back to the game, angel" He stopped kissing you and whispered onto your lips.

His fingers stayed between your legs, but were soon joined by another hand. 

You felt one of them press the pads of his gloved hands to your clothed slit, making you realize how much of your wetness had already soaked through your panties.

One of them groaned at the sight while the other kept grazing the elastic band of your panties, making it slap from time to time on your tummy, driving you mad.

They took your panties off your body and you felt extremely exposed. 

"Bend your knees, doll, and spread your legs for us. Let us see your pretty cunt" Jake said sultrily and you felt yourself blush, but clench around nothing at the same time.

What a dichotomy.

They groaned in unison when you let your knees fall open and your back arched slightly from the bed as the cool air of the room hit your flushed heat.

Two fingers spread your lower lips and a thumb started stroking your clit in tight circles.

Those fingers were soon joined by others. 

And you didn't understand anything anymore.

Slowly a finger pressed into you, quickly followed by another. They curled immediately, hitting your g-spot, making you whine.

You bit your lower lip and dug your nails into the skin of your palms, tugging at the restraints.

A sudden slap on the inside of your thigh made you shiver.

You were so close already.

And they noticed.

Another slap landed right on your pussy and you moaned, closing your legs.

Fingers disappeared from you altogether, taking away every hint of orgasm that had started flowing through your body.

"I think you forgot that good girls always ask for permission before they can cum" Jake snarled into your ear.

"I should punish you." He whispered, licking your bitten lips.

"But I won't. If you tell me correctly who was touching you and where." He finished, chuckling.

You felt panic starting to build in your chest.

The haze of your lost orgasm had made you forget everything about their touch of a few moments prior.

"I think she needs a refresher, brother" Josh said, his voice close.

They started playing with your body again.

This time a warm tongue licked delicately into you while teeth punctured the skin of your hip making you gasp and moan.

As the tongue circled your entrance and dipped inside, strong hands reached for the back of your thighs and pressed your bent legs towards your chest, spreading you wider.

Your moans turned louder when the pad of someone's thumb started stroking your clit rapidly, making your back arch.

"Please, please, please" you begged, unable to utter different words that weren't pleas.

They brought you again to the very edge and again they stopped altogether before you could reach your climax.

A frustrated sob left your lips and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill from your squeezed eyes.

The headboard rattled against the wall as you tugged at the restraints, gaining amused chuckles from the both of them.

" C'mon, baby, get this right and we are going to make you cum. Who was touching you and where?" Josh whispered encouragingly into the flushed damp skin of your neck.

"Jake was the one who bit my hip. Your tongue was inside of me, Sir" you answered, the effort evident in your voice.

The silence that followed told you all you needed to know.

Your answer was wrong, again.

Jake’s voice told you what you already knew.

"Angel, I'm sorry but it's wrong" He whispered against your cheek.

"Such a pity. I actually thought you were smarter. Are you really so desperate to cum that you are completely unable to make a right guess, princess?" he went on, degrading you and making a little flame of anger in your chest explode into a fire.

"Fuck you, Sir" you whispered before you could stop yourself.

The reaction was instant.

A strong hand grasped your hair and tugged, harshly, making you yelp. 

"You'll regret that, doll. Turn the fuck around. Time to get punished" He growled into your ear.

You were shaking as they helped you turn around on your tummy.

Before you could try and settle down, strong hands gripped your hips again and lifted you, placing a pillow under your hips to prop your ass up.

"Tie both her ankles, Josh. Let's see is she behaves now" Jake said, his voice so deep it was actually scaring you.

In a second, your ankles were tied to the bed frame. 

You were trapped.

Your heart was hammering in your chest and you cursed yourself for what you had said before.

You tried to take deep breaths to calm down but it was useless.

Suddenly, you felt someone behind you.

A warm tongue traced down your spine, from your lower back to the middle of your shoulders.

A whisper reached your ears.

"We are going to spank you and get your pretty ass nice and red for us, alright?" Jake said calmly in your ear.

"Yes, Sir" you answered obediently, but your shaky voice betrayed you.

"Which is your color?" Josh asked, his voice a bit tense.

"Green" you whispered but panic was slowly building in your chest.

"You are going to count them, angel" Jake added and you answered affirmatively again.

The first blow surprised you and you gasped at the sting of an open palm against your right ass cheek.

"One" you said through clenched teeth.

After a few seconds, another spank hit your other side.

You gasped again, jumping a little. 

This time the hand stayed a few seconds on your stinging skin as if to soothe you a little.

"Two"

The third and the fourth came in rapid succession, hitting the same spot as the first and making you sob at the rapidity.

You didn't even have time to recover from the third that the forth came, if possibly even harder than the previous one.

You tried to speak but your voice didn't come, so you cleared your throat.

"Three, f-four" you whispered, your voice was shaky, seeming almost unsure.

You knew Jake was going to make fun of you.

"C'mon darling, it's correct. After three comes four. I know you can do better than that. I hope you can count up to five at least." 

You didn't know something so stupid and inane could hurt you the way it did.

The fifth slap erased the last bit of coherence you still possessed.

You started to feel sore everywhere.

Your arms hurt despite the pillow supporting them. 

The skin of your wrists felt raw because of your constant fidgeting against the tight knots.

The tension in your shoulders and back felt like little needles puncturing your skin and scratching it.

The pain in your backside where they had spanked you was blinding you.

The fact that you couldn't move your legs because of the restraints made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

But what upset you the most was the blindfold.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Your breathing started to become ragged and quick and despite all your efforts you couldn't calm down.

You felt extremely hot but unbearably cold at the same time.

The fact that you knew that they weren't going to hurt you wasn't enough anymore.

You felt trapped.

Tears started streaking your cheeks and your body started to shake with harsh sobs.

They noticed immediately that something was wrong.

"What's your color baby?" You heard Josh ask but his voice sounded far away.

He repeated the question because you didn't answer, but this time his voice was closer.

"Y-yellow" you were finally able to speak, even though it was nothing more than a whisper.

In no time strong hands grasped your hips and turned you around.

You winced lightly at the uncomfortable sensation of the cool fabric of the sheets as it pressed and dragged against the burning reddened skin of your ass.

They quickly untied your ankles and wrists before removing your blindfold.

"Hey, hey, baby, it's ok, you are safe" Josh whispered soothingly into your ear, stroking your cheeks gently and wiping away the tears that kept coming.

Another voice graced your ears second later.

"My sweet angel, you are ok, don't worry, calm down" Jake said, massaging the sore skin of your wrists with his warm fingers.

You were laying on your back but they quickly turned you to one side so you could breathe properly and they kept trying to calm you down with kind gentle words.

Slowly your breathing calmed down and your heart rate went back to normal. Tears stopped streaming down your cheeks, the pain in your body subsided and the fog in your mind cleared.

You started to feel extremely embarrassed of your reaction.

They were laying on either side of you, Josh in front and Jake behind.

You could feel their warm bodies close to you and their soft touches all over you. They were both shirtless, you didn't know when that happened, though.

Josh was stroking your arms up and down eyeing you closely with the usual softness into his beautiful eyes.

Jake was caressing your hair, untangling your locks with careful touches and gentle fingers.

Both were without gloves on their hands.

"Breathe for us, angel" Jake whispered into your hair as Josh’s nose sweetly nudged yours.

"Are you feeling better?" The boy in front of you asked, concern still present in his eyes.

"Yes, I am so sor-" you tried to say but Josh's index finger on your lips shushed you.

"Don't ever try to apologize. If you felt uncomfortable you were right to tell us to stop." He whispered onto your lips.

You felt Jake move behind you as he propped himself up with his elbow and looked down at you. 

His eyes were kind and his beautiful lips were twisted into a fond smile.

"I am the one who has to apologize, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable" he said, his eyes casted down looking at your reddened wrists and at the crescent moon signs where you had dug your nails into your palms.

"If you want to stop, we can just cuddle and watch a film" Jake whispered. He sounded so different from the devilish guitarist you had met in that bar. You even saw a light blush covering his cheeks.

Silence surrounded the three of you.

"I don't want to stop. I just needed a moment" you said after a while. And you had never been so sure.

You needed them.

Upon hearing your words, Josh checked in on you again.

"Are you really sure about that?" He asked, running his thumb over one of your eyebrows.

"Yes…Sir." You answered, tentatively, and a little smirk slowly made its way on your lips.

One of Jake's hands wrapped around your jaw, angling your face upwards to look you in the eyes.

"I want to hear you say it" He said, with a serious expression in his eyes and his mouth set in a tight line.

"I am sure. I want to do this, Sir" you whispered, never breaking eye contact and saw his eyes darken.

His hand grasped the hair at the nape of your neck and he enveloped you in a deep kiss while Josh’s lips attached to your neck, adding another mark to the plethora you already had.

One of Josh’s hands snaked down your chest and started playing with your nipples making you sigh into Jake’s mouth.

When he parted from your mouth, it was Josh’s turn to capture your lips in a heated sloppy kiss.

Jake didn't stay still though. His hands slowly trailed down your body and his lips started to suck and spoil the tender skin of your breasts.

"Are you still OK with having your wrists tied to the bed, love?" Josh asked, his lips glistening in the low light of the room. 

"Yes, Sir, please" you begged him and his lips twisted in a smug grin at your answer.

In no time your arms were tied against the headboard like before, but this time with an extra pillow to avoid too much tension in your shoulders.

Jake's gaze met yours as he twirled the blindfold around his forefinger with a knowing smirk on his rosy lips.

"What about this, love, do you want to give it a second try?" He asked playfully.

"Yes, Sir" you purred and he quickly tied it behind your head.

"Which is your color, now?" Jake asked and you answered quickly.

"Green" 

"Very well, darling. We are not going to tie your legs this time." Josh whispered, caressing your hips.

One of his hands stopped there and he spoke again.

"Baby, I am going to help you turn to your side ok?" 

You nodded and he gently placed you on your side.

Then you felt the mattress move, signaling to you that they had stood up from the bed.

Silence enveloped you.

You were about to call after them when a faint noise of footsteps reached your ears. 

The bed dipped on the side towards which you were turned and your heart started hammering again in your chest.

"Now focus, love, I know you can get this right. But remember, focus on the details" a voice said from above you.

It sounded slightly muffled, signaling to you that they had their masks on. 

"Color?" The voice asked.

"Green" you answered and the bed shifted.

After a while, you heard some shuffling and something soft and warm brush lightly against your lips, leaving a damp feeling behind.

You licked your lips and a salty sweet taste invaded your mouth making your brain short circuit.

You knew that taste very well.

On instinct the second time you felt that, you stuck out your tongue and a groan of approval graced your ears.

You licked at his soft head and made him groan, again, but louder.

You didn't know who was making you touch them but you tried to keep calm and pay attention to the details, like they had suggested.

The fact that he slowly pressed his tip against your lips and dragged it across them repeatedly like a lewd lipstick made a little smile appear on your lips. 

You knew who would do that.

"Whose cock is this, mh?" A voice asked.

"Jake’s" you whispered back and opened your mouth wider to take him further.

"Good girl. Do you want it in this gorgeous little mouth of yours?" Jake asked you. You could sense he was a little impatient.

"Please, Sir, yes" you begged and for the first time he relented, his neediness was making him a weaker Master, now.

He pressed his erection halfway into your mouth, groaning at the warm softness that enveloped him.

He kept your head still with one hand on the back of your neck and he slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth, without pressing fully inside.

His hardness glided painfully slow against your flat tongue and he moaned every time the tip of your tongue circled his head when his hips retreated. 

"You have the most perfect mouth, angel. I'd stay buried like this forever" he groaned as his hips picked up speed and he slid deep down your throat with every thrust.

Suddenly, strong hands detached you from Jake and turned you to the other side. 

You were panting heavily.

Someone moved on the bed and then you felt again something hard and wet press against your closed lips.

Instinctively you opened your mouth but they didn't push inside.

Whoever was touching you now was holding back from plunging right in and touch the back of your throat. He trembled slightly because of the effort.

Your tongue came in contact with hot wet skin and a smirk appeared on your lips.

Those fuckers were trying to fool you.

They had turned you to the other side but the man in front of you was always the same. He had just moved. You recognised his taste from a few moments prior.

But you weren't stupid and you weren't going to let them win this time.

"Whose cock is this, baby?" Josh asked, adding his usual pet name to confuse you further.

You paused and quickly wrapped your lips around the tip, giving it a gentle suck.

A curse reached your ears.

"Jake’s" you whispered back and opened your mouth for him.

They chuckled, proud of you because their intent at misleading you failed.

"Smart girl, good job, now open up for me" Jake said stroking your cheek and pressing inside your mouth.

His pace was fast and he gradually pressed into your mouth further until his erection touched the back of your throat, making you gag.

He stopped then, keeping your head still with a firm hand on the back of your neck and his cock buried down your throat. 

Your eyes watered and your throat tightened, making Jake’s finger dug into your hair and a little whimper leave his throat.

You tried to relax and breath through your nose but your throat was still squeezing him.

He pulled away with a low growl, panting heavily. 

"We need a change in position or her arms are going to be too sore" Josh said to his brother, who was desperately trying to catch his breath.

"Right" Jake agreed, still breathless.

You felt warm fingers untying the velvet from your wrists and kiss them.

"Kneel down on the end of the bed, baby" Josh whispered behind you sweetly.

With your eyes still covered you tried to move as gracefully as possible towards the end of the bed, kneeling on the cool sheets and waiting for instructions.

Fingers wrapped again around your wrists and tied them back against the bed frame in front of you.

Suddenly a hand lifted your blindfold just enough for you to see them both and bite the inside of your cheek not to moan at the sight.

They were standing in front of you, almost side by side, completely naked. Jake was slowly stroking himself with a  steady rhythm and Josh was looking at you with pure fire into his eyes.

He too had a hand around himself, gripping his cock tightly at the base but not stroking it.

When he saw you looking, he moved his hand so slowly from base to tip and back, pressing his hand into his balls and flexing his abdomen at the shock of pleasure his gesture elicited in his body.

The unbridled sound that escaped his mouth as his head fell backwards made your neglected clit throb.

You were starting to lose your mind watching them touch themselves in front of you without being able to touch them, to feel them. 

The fact that they were identical twins was driving you insane, too. 

A few hours prior, when they both had you pinned to the kitchen wall and you could feel them pressing against your hips, one on either side of you, you had wondered how much them being identical twins would translate into other identical features in their body. Of course you had seen them naked plenty of times, but never together like they were now, so you weren't sure how similar they could be. 

But now, it was an entirely different story.

Now that you had them in their birthday suits right in front of you, your brain was threatening to go into overdrive.

So identical but yet so different into their style, their built was similar but they had a few nuances that characterized and differentiated them.

Josh was a delectable combination of sharp edges and silky skin. His V line demanded to be covered in bite marks and you wanted to sink your nails in his strong thighs and biceps and make him whine.

Jake was softer than Josh, in all the right places. His tummy was soft but yet toned, making an uncontrolled need to bite, suck and leave marks all over his delicate skin grow into your chest every second more every time. His tummy was one of your favorite parts of his body, but what you loved the most was his perfect ass. You still remembered seeing it accentuated by his tight leather pants the first time you had met him and he started playing his guitar behind his head. 

Your gaze locked between their legs and you whimpered. 

They chuckled.

They knew you were comparing them, and it was fine, they wanted you to.

You could see it in their eyes that they had thought about this moment before.

Those sly fuckers.

They were similar but yet different, because Josh was just a little girthier than Jake, but they were equally beautiful.

Your mouth watered instantly.

"Careful, love, you are going to consume us with all this staring." Josh winked at you, picking up rhythm and using his other hand to massage his balls gently.

You were panting with desire when Jake approached you and caressed your flushed cheek.

"Color, angel?" He whispered.

"Green" you panted. 

"Good girl, now I'm going to move this blindfold into place again and we are going to play a little bit more of Guess Who? alright?" His voice sounded incredibly raspy with arousal and you shivered.

"Yes, Sir" you answered and immediately you felt something against your cheek.

Your mouth fell open and one of them pressed his cock against our warm tongue.

When your lips wrapped around him,  you knew who it was for two reasons.

The first one was his girth, slightly different from the previous one, and the second was the deep whine that left his lips and  that gained him a shove from his brother and a reprimand.

"Josh, don't give her hints. Shut up!" You heard Jake say.

Josh answer came instinctively.

"But she feels so good," he said, bucking his hips slightly into your hot mouth.

You sucked on his tip and you felt him twitch.

Suddenly, he pulled away and you gasped at the sudden loss.

But your despair was short lived because after a moment you felt one of their cocks on your lips again.

This time, whoever he was didn't waste time. He pushed in right away hitting the back of your throat and started moving frantically for a bit but stopped altogether before it was too late, with a groan shaking his chest.

He kept still in your mouth and you concentrated on the feeling of his weight on your tongue and tried the hardest not to plunge him back to the back of your throat.

"Who are you touching now?" A voice asked and its owner stepped away from you to let you speak

You were sure about that so you let a little proud smirk appear on your lips.

"Jake" you said breathless and jolted lightly when a hand wrapped around your throat and a thumb cleaned your chin from the spit that had collected there.

"Correct." Jake said before grabbing you by the hair and making you extend your neck more towards him.

"You seem so sure of yourself now. Be careful love. If you mess with fire, you are going to get burned" he whispered menacingly onto your lips before letting you go and stepping away.

After some time you felt something hot and wet graze your right cheek.

"Open" a voice ordered and you obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue 

His member touched your tongue and you placed a little kiss on the tip hearing a little sigh leave his lips.

Two hands on your cheeks guided you a bit forward and you swallowed him till you gagged.

His pace was fast and sloppy and anytime your nose touched his abdomen you felt how tense he was.

He was trying not to make a sound but the more your throat squeezed around him the more he failed miserably.

Beautiful sounds were leaving his mouth.

Your jaw was starting to ache, but he felt too good and when he angled your face so he could press himself into your cheek, it was your turn to moan.

The vibrations flowed from your mouth to his cock and he pulled away swiftly before he would cum.

"Who?" He asked, completely out of breath.

"Josh" you said, almost sure.

A suck on one of your nipples was your reward.

Your lips parted in a low moan and before you knew it, two fingers filled your mouth and a simple clipped order made you shiver.

"Suck" one of them growled.

He sounded like Jake, but you didn't know.

"Whose fingers are these?" Josh asked, sounding really close to you.

"Answer me. Now" Jake ordered, this time, confusing you even more.

"Jake" you blurted out and the fingers curled into your mouth.

Someone removed your blindfold and you cursed yourself and them.

They were still side by side, and each of them had a finger inside your mouth and the exact  same smirk on their faces.

"Your answer is half right and half wrong, angel" Jake said, winking.

"That means that we are going to both punish you and reward you" Josh clarified, starting to untie your wrists.

You ended up on your back again. They didn't tie your wrists back this time but they still blindfolded you, signaling to you that the game was still on.

A kiss on the inside of your knee made your body cover in goosebumps.

"Color?" Josh asked in a whisper.

"Green" you answered and jolted lightly when strong hands made you bend your legs at the knee and pressed them open.

A cool blow of air hit your heat and you whimpered, clenching around nothing.  

Little kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs, inching closer to your center every second more.

And then everything stopped.

Deft fingers started playing with your breasts, squeezing them and torturing your nipples with pinches and licks.

You arched your back and almost screamed when you felt a warm tongue lick between your folds.

You gripped the sheets and let yourself relax in their hold, unable to stop the moans from escaping your parted lips.

The one that was between your legs pressed your legs against your chest with strong hands behind your thighs. 

You couldn't think straight anymore, so you didn't know who he was. 

His hot tongue kept licking at your bundle of nerves and your head was starting to spin.

When two fingers pressed swiftly inside of you, one of your hands involuntarily reached forwards and grasped a shoulder.

Your nails dug into soft skin and a hiss sounded in the room.

In a second your hands were behind your head, held by strong ones and the tongue and fingers between your legs were removed completely, leaving yet another orgasm to fade away from your grasp.

A gloomy chuckle sounded in the room.

"Careful, doll. If you don't behave, you are going to end up not getting what you so desperately want" Jake whispered on your lips.

You had to restrain yourself from rising up and kissing him and you gritted your teeth.

"Who was tasting your perfect cunt, angel?" He asked and the wheels in your brain started to turn quickly.

Suddenly you were conscious of everything going on around you, and a light went on in your brain.

The hands that were holding your wrists still were a little roughed than the ones that had pressed your legs open. Calloused fingers were wrapped around your skin. And if Jake was holding your wrists, he matter-of-factly couldn't be the one between your legs.

"Josh" you answered.

"Are you sure?" Josh asked.

"Yes, Sir" You whispered.

Immediately, they wretched away the blindfold and you gasped seeing that, in fact, Josh was in front of you, with the bottom part of his face covered in your arousal and a proud grin on his lips.

You felt someone move behind your head and you watched mesmerized as Jake positioned himself right behind you, sitting on his haunches. His thighs were parted and on either side of your face. 

Wherever you turned your face you could press your lips to his strong muscles.

In this position he was successfully blocking your hands underneath him, with the advantage that he had his hands free and could roam your body.

As your eyes met his, he winked and started to stroke himself, mere inches from your face.

You were sure they were going to be the death of you.

He moaned, holding your gaze and you licked your lips at the sight of his face contracted in pleasure.

While you were lost in his brother's eyes, Josh unexpectedly licked between your folds and started eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nibbling at your cunt and making you gradually lose your mind.

Josh’s tongue pressed into you and you arched your back turning your face and unconsciously biting into Jake’s thigh.

Jake gasped and placed a strong hand on your head to keep your face turned.

Then he started thrusting his hard cock against your cheek,  keeping it down with a thumb and moaning at the feeling of your soft skin against him.

It was an act so degrading but yet so hot that you knew you would dream about it forever.

Soon his precum started dripping down your throat and coating your cheek, making his movements easier and even more pleasurable.

The sounds leaving his lips were heavenly and varied from low groans to soft high-pitched whimpers.  

After a while, Josh stopped eating you out and decided to torture you further pressing his cock directly between your folds, lifting your hips and maling it glide against you rapidly. 

You tried to counter his thrusts and hope he would take pity in you and finally enter you, but he didn't relent.

Suddenly, with a fucked-out low moan, Jake came and you felt ropes of his hot cum drip down your throat and on your chest.

He kept moving frantically and a few drops landed on your lips so you quickly licked them away, maintaining eye contact with Josh and soon his body stilled and he came all over your tummy.

You didn't reach your climax but the sight of them falling apart because of you was more than enough.

You were too exhausted to even be mad at them.

You shivered as Jake’s lips skimmed across your cheek, collecting a few drops of his cum and then crashed against yours, making you taste him again.

Josh winked at you and lowered his face towards your tummy. He made sure you were still watching him before making a show, sticking his tongue out and licking away his cum that had pooled in your belly button.

Then they both collapsed on either side of you, panting like they had just run a marathon.

Before you knew it, you were drifting off in a peaceful sleep.

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You woke up to someone wiping a warm washcloth over your face, neck and abdomen and you shivered.

You slowly opened your eyes and you saw that Jake was the one in front of you, diligently cleaning you and Josh was pressed to your side, nose buried into your hair and sleepy eyes sparkling at you.

"Hey,  baby. How do you feel?" He crooned into your ear, his voice deep and tired.

"I'm OK, Just tired. How much have I been asleep?" you whispered back, reveling in the warmth of his body.

"About an hour." Jake said after discarding the washcloth on the floor and lying on the bed on your other side.

You felt so cozy with both their bodies enveloping you in a soft embrace.

You were almost ready to fall back asleep when suddenly Josh’s soft lips connected with the skin between your shoulder blades. 

At first it was an innocent gesture, but the more his lips stayed there and pampered your skin with kisses, the more restless you became.

Sleep slowly left your body, only to be replaced with an unbridled desire.

Jake saw the change in your eyes and chuckled, stroking your cheek and caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

He bent his head to steal a kiss from your lips and them moved again to face you.

"May I ask you something?" The boy in front of you asked, looking angelic in the low light of the room. Josh, behind you, stopped kissing your back and lay his head back on your pillow, listening.

You nodded and blushed as his gaze drifted  back to your lips.

"I want you to be completely honest with me" Jake added, serious.

You nodded again, a little worried, and he came closer.

"Have you ever thought about having us both at the same time?" He whispered, seeming genuinely curious.

You pondered for a second but, in the end, opted for giving him a truthful answer.

Because yes, of course you had.

"When I dated you both separately no," you began "but tonight, fuck, tonight I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since the moment I saw you two side by side in that damn kitchen." The confession caused your voice to lower to a whisper, but they both heard you very clearly.

In a second their lips were on you, Jake was kissing your lips and Josh was nibbling at the back of your neck. 

"You have been such a good girl for us tonight, love" Jake said on your lips before delving right back in and stealing your breath away 

"Now it's time for the real reward" Josh said, interrupting your kiss with Jake and turning your face to kiss you.

They took turns at kissing you while their hands roamed your body, pressing, stroking and spoiling every inch of skin.

Jake’s fingers reached between your legs and started pleasuring you, torturously slow.

"Fuck" you whimpered as his deft fingers played you like his beloved guitar.

Josh’s fingers teased your nipples again, while he kissed up and down your spine.

They were hard again, hot and ready against your flushed body. 

You couldn't wait to feel them inside.

Jake held eye contact with you and spoke. His hand stilled between your legs.

"Angel, what did you mean when you told us you have been thinking about having us both at the same time? You intended that you wanted us to take turns… or you thought about us fucking you at the same time?" Jake asked curiously.

You blushed furiously and hid your face into your hands.

But they were having none of it.

They convinced you to stop hiding yourself and lower your hands.

"Tell us angel, we are going to take good care of you" Josh whispered into your hear from behind.

You took a deep breath and prepared to answer, confessing them what you had though about.

"I-I imagined you fucking me at the same time." Your whisper was so low you were surprised they even heard you.

All of a sudden you felt a finger press delicately against your backside, circling your back entrance.

You gasped and your body jolted at the unexpected sensation, making you blush to the tip of your toes.

"Sorry baby. I should have asked you what you thought about that first" Josh apologised, stroking your hip gently.

"What is your color? Are you sure you really want to do this?" He asked you then.

You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your ass again before answering his question. 

"Green. My color is green, I need you, both of you, please, stop edging me" you whined desperately. 

Josh finger pressed with more intent against your forbidden spot and yet again you jolted forward.

"Has anybody ever-?" He started to ask but before he could finish you shook your head no, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid Jake’s piercing gaze in front of you and leaning your head forward on his shoulder.

"Hey love," Jake cooed into your ear. "There is absolutely no need to be embarrassed. The only thing that matters is that if you really want to do this, we are going to take good care of you, I promise" Jake whispered, stroking your messy hair.

"Are you sure you want me to touch you here?" Josh asked caressing your hole again with barely-there pressure.

You moaned lightly at the feeling of his fingers there and he repeated the motion, again and again.

"Yes, Sir" you whined and they laughed.

"Such a good girl. But now you can call us by our names, doll. Oh and you can touch us as much as you want." Jake whispered onto your lips before giving them a quick peck.

As soon as he said that your hands gripped his shoulders and you begged again.

"Please, touch me" 

They both obeyed diligently.

Jake’s fingers resumed their activity on your pussy, kneading the flesh there and spreading your wetness all over you.

Josh’s mouth started kissing down your spine, progressively lowering himself behind you. When he reached your lower back, he kissed your dimples and placed his hands on your ass cheeks, giving one a playful bite.

Then he moved lower.

You felt your hole twitch when Josh blew gently on you.

Jake was observing you with an adoring smile and he groaned when your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted in a low whimper the moment Josh's tongue made contact with your tight hole.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you started breathing heavily. The sensation was already overwhelming you.

You felt a hand caress from your hip to your knee and your eyes fluttered open to see Jake lifting your leg up, dragging your knee up to his hip successfully spreading you for his brother.

This time, when Josh licked at you, the pressure he applied increased and made your mouth fall open

 At the same time, Jake plunged his fingers inside your pussy and you moaned loudly.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Josh asked again, a little concerned. 

"Please, yes" you whimpered.

He kissed your lips again as you felt Jake part from you and move around the room.

He came back a second later, handed something to his brother and then resumed his position. You turned and he immediately bit your lips, grabbing your leg and spreading you again.

His kiss deepened and you gasped and shivered as you felt something cold hit your backside.

"Sorry, baby. Now I'm going to touch you, ok?" He whispered, placing a little kiss on your shoulder.

You nodded, desperate.

When one of Josh's lubed fingers circled your back entrance, your body jolted and your legs tried to close involuntarily.

"Shh, angel, it's ok, just take deep breaths and relax" Jake whispered, his eyes boring holes in yours because of the intensity of his eye contact.

You were needy, but also incredibly scared of what was to come and your body was tense.

"Relax for us, he is going to take good care of you" he tried to comfort you.

"We are going to take good care of you, baby.

 I promise, I'll go nice and slow" Josh whispered back encouragingly.

"Ok" was the only word you could muster.

Josh’s fingers started to massage your tight hole with a steady rhythm and as you relaxed every second more they kept praising you profusely.

You noticed that Josh added a few drops more of lube on his fingers and started to apply a delicate pressure.

By the time he had managed to ease a single phalanx into you you were a panting mess, needing more.

"You are doing amazing, baby" Josh crooned into your ear.

When one finger was finally buried inside of you to the last knuckle, you didn't know what to do with your hands anymore, so you started clawing at Jake’s sides.

You weren't experiencing pain, the feeling was just strange. It felt awkwardly good and utterly sinful at the same time.

As Josh started moving his finger in and out of you, your hands caressed Jake's body until you reached his lower back and grabbed his perfect ass, kissing him passionately.

Josh groaned at your tightness and quickened his pace a little.

"I need to open you up more, love, I'm going to add a finger" he explained and you nodded moaning against Jake’s mouth.

The second finger stretched you a bit more, making your face scrunch up in discomfort and your grip tighten on Jake.

"Josh slow down" He ordered his brother and tried to divert your attention from the sting.

His fingers trailed lower and he started to circle your clit with barely-there touches that had little jolts of electric pleasure run through your body.

Soon Josh had two fingers inside of you and started moving them slowly in and out, making you groan and whine against Jake’s shoulder.

An experimental curl had your back arch violently and your mouth part into a silent scream.

"Good girl" they praised you in unison.

Jakes fingers reached lower and pressed into you, making you feel so full that you moaned out loud.

They kept moving slowly; the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the lewd sounds created by your intense wetness and heavy breathing and groans from the three of you.

As Josh’s fingers finally retreated from you, you whimpered at the loss.

"She's ready" you heard Josh tell his brother and you gasped when you felt their hips inching closer to you.

They started to press their erections against you simultaneously. Jake grabbed his cock and started running the tip against your soaked slit, while Josh slotted himself between your ass cheeks, finding some much needed friction that had him tremble behind you.

They were grinding against you with the same rhythm and you felt your head starting to spin.

"I'm going to push inside, love. Don't hesitate to stop me for whatever reason, alright?" Josh panted into your ear and you nodded vigorously, impatient.

You felt his soft tip circle your hole and press inside excruciatingly slow.

Your moans turned into whines quickly. His girth was considerable so you knew it would sting.

You bit your lower lip and concentrated on the pleasure Jake was providing you, on the soft feeling of his head against your engorged bundle of nerves between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed but your jaw was tight. Josh felt how tense your body was and stopped.

"Are you ok, baby?" He whispered and eased the pressure of his hips a little.

You just nodded but Jake made you voice your answer with a low commanding whisper.

"Answer"

"Y-yes, I'm ok" you stuttered.

He let a few more drops of lube fall on his member and started moving slowly in and out.

But you couldn't take it anymore. You needed all of him, you were tired of their edging.

"Please Josh, I need all of it" you groaned and his grip tightened around your hips.

He started pressing more of it inside of you and finally he reached the hilt.

Your head fell forward against Jake and a high drawn out moan echoed into the room at the new intense feeling you were experiencing.

Josh’s equally tense body relaxed a little and he let go of the breath that he didn't know he was holding. 

Your eyes fluttered closed and one of your hands reached back and stroked Josh’s hair, tangled and damp with sweat.

Josh’s gentle fingers stroked your chin and turned your face just enough to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

While he was keeping your lips captive, his hips retreated slightly and pushed back in making you shiver.

Then he pulled almost all the way out and, keeping an excruciating eye contact, pushed back in, inch by inch, making you feel every single ridge and vein of his cock.

 In that moment you almost forgot about Jake.

And he didn't like it one bit.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, making you shudder.

Jake forcefully tugged your head back with his other hand and crashed your mouth against yours.

A loud groan left your lips as you felt Jake’s tip circle your clit again and then move downwards to your entrance.

He held your jaw still and pressed his fingers into either one of your cheeks making you keep your mouth open as he slowly pressed into your sweet pussy.

Before you knew it you had the both of them pressed to the hilt inside of you, filling up your holes utterly and completely.

Your mind was totally blank except for one thought, ringing loud and clear in your hears.

Fuck, I'm going to Hell.

But you didn't care.

The sound of their groans and moans when your walls fluttered around them were just what you needed to hear.

Those were enough for you to decide that you would happily let them drag you to the deepest and most dreadful corner of Hell.

And you knew you were going to let them do everything they wanted with you.

"Color?" Jake groaned, his voice was extremely raspy with arousal.

"Green" you whimpered and they started moving at the same time, punching out the little bit of air you still held in your lungs.

Your hands grasped Jake’s shoulder and Josh’s hip, sinking your nails into their soft skin and gaining groans from them.

Their hands were everywhere, gripping at your shoulders to keep you from moving too much up the bed because of their thrusts, on your breasts, around your throat, on your hips.

And you couldn't keep your eyes open, the pleasure was too much. 

Everytime you tried to open them, you could see Jake’s beautiful face contracted in pure delight, with his eyebrows tipped up and his mouth open in a perfect o-shape, or with his teeth bared and his nose scrunched up.

Josh’s moans and groans echoed in your ears and you knew you had never heard a more beautiful song. His voice was melodic and unrestrained, dripping with pleasure and pure bliss.

They looked and sounded angelic but demonic in equal parts.

Their rhythm never faltered and they never lost the almost unreal synchrony their movements possessed.

Fuck, they really are twins, you thought.

Suddenly Jake grasped the thigh that was laying on his hip and pushed it higher, spreading you wider for himself and consequently for his brother.

They both groaned loudly, cursing at the sensation that simple gesture provided.

You felt yourself tethering closer to your long-awaited climax and you shivered.

"You got so silent, baby" Josh panted from behind you.

"What's wrong, angel? Cat got your tongue?" Jake whispered against your lips.

They angled their hips differently and picked up their pace, making your eyes roll back into your head 

A scorching hot feeling you had never experienced before started to make its way inside your body and you became unable to make a single sound.

You felt them move.

Both their hands started caressing your thighs before their thumbs started rolling your clit beneath their pads, making a whine leave your lips.

"I'm- I'm going to-" you tried to say but you couldn't finish the sentence as a harsh combined thrust made you lose your footing.

Your mouth opened into a silent scream and your body tensed up as the most intense orgasm of your life hit you like a freight train launched at full speed. Your mind blacked out completely.

You felt a strange wet gush flood the bed and you heard their surprised gasps fill the room as you kept shaking, moaning both their names.

They followed quickly after you, praising you profusely for having taken them so well and filling you up, groaning and moaning your name.

Then they stilled completely, trying to catch their breath. 

Jake pulled out first, grimacing as the cool hair of the room hit his flushed skin. His hands grabbed your hip and started kneading at the skin, trying to distract you from Josh pulling out of you.

The sensation that you felt when their warmth left your body made you whine missing them already.

Their seed slowly started seeping out of you, adding to your big wet mess already covering the sheets, making you shiver.

They gently helped you turn around and lay on your back and then flopped down next to you, one on either side.

The three of you stayed there for a long while, looking at the ceiling and thinking about what the hell had just happened.

After quite some time, a little giggle echoed into the room. Soon the three of you were laughing like mad.

Josh was the first one to speak.

"That was absolutely mind-blowing baby" Josh said.

"Fuck me, angel, I didn't know you could do that" Jake’s obscene words made Josh chuckle behind you.

"Me neither, baby" Josh started saying with a playful tone.

"I'd love to see that again" he continued stroking the sweaty skin of your tummy and looking down at the state of the bed with a cackle that made you cover your face, embarrassed.

"I need to see that again." Jake said before grasping your face in both his hands and crushing his mouth against yours.

After a long kiss, he broke away and looked at you with a devilish expression on his beautiful face 

"What about right now?" He asked after releasing your lips and your eyes widened at the implication of what he had just said.

Josh kissed your collarbone and stood, heading to the bathroom.

You got slightly distracted by his beautiful perky ass jiggling while he walked until he spoke from the door, looking at his brother.

"Take care of her for a moment, Jakey. I'll be back in a second." He said sweetly, winking, before disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water of the shower turning on and you relaxed on the bed.

"Are you feeling alright, angel?" Jake asked as you turned towards him and grimaced at the feeling of wet sheets underneath you.

"I'm… I can't believe what we've done. What I have done" You said, blushing and covering your face with one hand, while gesturing towards the ruined sheets with the other.

He chuckled, grasped your hands, uncovering your face and kissed your knuckles.

"You don't have to be embarrassed by that, love. Actually, when I'll be all alone in my bed, I'm going to think about the obscenely gorgeous way in which your cunt squirted all over my cock while you let my brother fuck your ass". He whispered against your lips.

Your breath itched in your throat as his words sinked in and before you knew it, you were kissing him again, your tongue fighting with his for dominance.

His deft fingers made their way between your legs and sank between your folds.

He brought them back up before your eyes and you groaned seeing how wet they were with your mixed juices that were slowly dripping down them.

Without thinking you grasped his wrist and slowly dipped them into your mouth licking and sucking them clean.

He groaned, cursed and crushed his mouth against yours, moaning at the taste of your mixed arousal that quickly disappeared from your mouths.

You didn't know your little show had an eager audience but when the mattress dipped with someone's weight behind you, you knew Josh was back.

The smell of his usual body wash was making your head feel hazy.

You broke the kiss with Jake and turned around towards Josh.

"You smell so good" you whispered against his neck. His hair was damp and his skin flushed.

He kissed you, as if the little amount of time he had spent in the bathroom away from you was way too much for him to endure.

As your hands started to explore his body you noticed with a gasp that he was hard, again, hot and strong against your hip.

You hooked your leg around his waist and moaned when he started kissing your neck.

His lips slowly moved to your chest and you groaned as Jake grasped your hair and tugged your head back to whisper into your ear.

"I wasn't kidding about needing to see you squirt again all over us, angel. Do you think you can do it?" He growled against your bitten lips.

You gasped at his request and your eyes widened.

You weren't sure you could do that. You didn't even know you could that the first time.

You quickly voiced your concern.

"I-I don't know. I don't know if I can" you said, but as soon as you felt the head of Josh’s hard cock glide against your pussy lips, you knew you wanted to be theirs all over again.

You shivered as Jake's fingers started stroking down your spine. They made contact with your backside and you moaned his name in his brother's mouth.

Then those sinfully deft fingers disappeared altogether from you.

He groaned behind you and you felt his knuckles brush slow but rhythmically against your ass.

You knew what he was doing but you wanted to watch him.

You turned and his eyes connected with yours.

He was stroking his hard cock painfully slow, edging himself, groaning and whimpering.

He grasped your face with his other hand and kept you turned towards himself. 

You saw his eyes darken when Josh pushed inside of your warm cunt and your mouth parted into a silent scream of pleasure.

His rhythm quickened and Josh started to move inside of you gentle and slow.

You watched closely as Jake opened the bottle of lube and let a considerable amount of it drip on his hand, then he grabbed himself again and started stroking himself watching you getting fucked by his brother.

You watched mesmerized as his fingers tightened every time he reached his tip.

You were almost drooling at the sight.

Josh kept kissing your neck and whispering sweet words of praise as you stared at his brother behind you. 

Soon Jake’s hand stopped moving. He kept it still and started thrusting his hips in and out of his fist.

He looked extremely sexy like that, on his side, skin sweaty and flushed, with sweat dripping down his tummy into his bellybutton while fucking himself into his hand.

You started thinking that he would look even better buried deep inside of you and before you knew it one of your hands closed around his fist stopping him.

He was panting and was looking at you with the sweetest confused expression you had ever seen.

"Jake, please." You whispered and he growled as he understood what you wanted.

"Please what, angel" he asked, being the tease he had always been.

"God Jake, please, fuck me. I need you" you blurted out almost incoherently as Josh’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples.

"You want you tight little hole filled up and fucked again, don't you, pretty angel of mine?" He rasped into your ear from behind, slowly circling your  back entrance with the wet tip of his cock.

"Please, Jake, yes" you whined desperately.

Before pushing inside, he let a few drops of lube fall on his fingers and slowly pushed one inside, then two.

He cursed when he saw his brother's cum leaking out of your hole, but kept stretching you for his cock. 

When he knew he wouldn't hurt you, he removed his fingers, wiping them clean against the sheets and guided his member to your entrance. He pressed inside to the hilt slowly and stilled.

You kissed him and he bit your bottom lip, making you whine in his mouth.

You turned your head to kiss Josh but Jake’s hand around your throat stopped you and kept you still facing his brother.

"Open your mouth" Jake ordered and when you obliged he pushed his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth asking you to suck on them.

You obeyed, closing your eyes and reveling in both their bodies enveloping you and moving against you simultaneously.

"Color?" Josh whispered out of breath.

Jake removed his fingers from your mouth to let you speak and started sucking a mark against your shoulder.

"Fucking green, please don't stop" you whispered unable to keep your eyes open.

Jake’s fingers plunged back down your throat and you gagged on them.

"Oh angel, you like this?" Jake started teasing you whispering dirty things against your ear from behind.

"You like having all your pretty little holes filled don't you?" He went on and you felt yourself tightening around both of them.

"Keep talking" you begged them.

"I bet you feel so full right now" Josh joined his brother in making you lose your mind.

"You are gonna remember this forever, right?" He whispered again.

"You won't be able to stop thinking about us fucking you like a dirty little slut and you are going to get impossibly wet every time, angel." Jake growled into your ear pounding into you like Josh was.

"And now cum for us, baby. Soak us again" Josh commanded and you finally let go. Your orgasm hitting you straight in the face and making you shake and moan.

Your eyes started to roll back and you felt yourself squirt all over them, like the first time.

They moaned and came immediately after you filling you up again and contributing to expanding the already enormous wet patch on the sheets, when they slowly pulled out.

Nobody spoke for an indefinite amount of time.

The only sound in the room was heavy breathing.

Jake was the first one to move, heading to the bathroom to clean himself and bringing back to washcloths, tossing one to his brother and gently dragging the other onto the skin of your back and ass.

"We should take a shower, then we can snuggle under the covers and sleep." he said, sweetly.

Josh stood with a groan and observed you, sprawled out on the bed like he had never seen a more beautiful thing.

You groaned as you turned onto your back and observed them observing you.

"I think I need help standing up, boys" you confessed, chuckling.

They helped you up, giggling and escorted you onto the shower, helping you wash yourself.

Josh finished first and exited the bathroom leaving you there alone with Jake, as he helped you wash your hair, because your arms where sore from the amount of time they kept you tied on the bed.

When you were finished, you wrapped yourself into a soft towel and followed Jake back into the room.

You saw Josh enter the room with clean sheets and the three of you stopped a moment to admire the state of absolute mess the bed was in.

They kept teasing you about what had just happened, wanting to see who would make you blush more.

To keep yourself busy and avoiding their piercing gazes you started to take off the ruined sheets.

They helped you make the bed again and soon the three of you were snuggled under a light blanket.

Jake excused himself and disappeared for a while, leaving you snuggled against Josh’s warm body.

He came back a few moment later with a box and three spoons.

You thought the ice-cream was completely melted somewhere by now. 

Jake saw the confused expression on your face and spoke.

 "I didn't want this to melt and go to waste. So when you were blindfolded I went upstairs to put it back in the freezer. And I don't know about you two, but I feel like snacking right now." Jake said, sitting back on the bed and handing you the box and a spoon. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Josh, who was eager to taste the ice-cream again.

It seemed that they had forgotten about the main reason that had led you right into the delicate predicament the three of you found yourself in, that was, making you admit who of them was better in doing what.

As soon as that thought crossed your mind  Jake turned to you with mischief in his eyes while licking away a drop of melted ice-cream from his fingers.

"So, love, who is the winner?" 

You groaned at his question

"Don't tell me you need a second round to decide?" Jake whispered, and you felt Josh freezing lips on your neck.

Oh, Hell.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love 💜

aaaa, thank you so much! Thank you also, and apologies for how long it's taken me to do this, to @mirkwood-hr-department, @scary-grace, @erathene and @verecunda who have also sent me this one over the last couple of months. I'm afraid I took fright because I currently have uh 415 works on AO3 and I kind of don't know where to start. I am also terrible at picking favourites, and particularly terrible at picking a short list thereof. So I am going to cheat and give you some links to series instead, and I am not going to limit myself to five because that way lies far too much stress and anxiety XD

My Heart Is An Empty Vessel - well, obviously that had to be on the list, it's the fic that got me into the Barduil fandom and the longest I've ever finished, not to mention it's sparked a whole 'verse spanning at least three Ages of Middle-earth. :D Almost all of my canon-'verse fics take place in this 'verse, as it happens, and one of these days I will collect them into a series but it is not this day, mainly because it's an enormous task. Maybe when I retire... XDDDDD

All I Want Is You - the one that got me through the third and fourth (I think) lockdowns, the daft Christmas-movie modern AU that morphed into something rather bigger and gave me a chance to exorcise some of my work-related demons.

the hardest choice to make - because it's me finally tackling my favourite characters making their Choice between mortality and immortality. I love the Twins inordinately, more than any other character, and I think I have more very fixed headcanons for them than for any other - I've been putting this one off, or rather they have, but they've finally started talking and I'm hoping to piece the rest of it together gradually sooner or later.

a kiss in the cold and dark (I should have kissed you that summer) and its associated series - because it took on a life of its own and is also letting me channel a lot of my teenage memories :D

paint the sky and burn the stars - because, again, it took on a life of its own and pretty much wrote itself, and unlike a lot of my other stuff, it's self-contained. I don't think there will ever be a sequel, but that's all right; the story is complete as it is.

stained glass heart - another one that pretty much wrote itself, I loved the imagery in @piyo-13's art so much and it just all fell into place.

dancing in the dark - because I'm having so much fun with my old rocker bi widower dads :D another place to channel memories of my younger days, this.

A Little Piece of the Sea - one of my longest-running series, I started writing this 20-odd years ago, and then picked it back up when I came back into the fandom. Legolas/Imrahil my beloved underappreciated rare pair canoe!

I Will Be With You Always - last year's TRSB piece written for @seagull-energy's beautiful art, I finally managed to pin down my Arwen feelings in this rather reflective piece about her last moments on Cerin Amroth, where her life has come full circle at last.

breathe freely - the utterly out of character hanahaki twincest fic the premise for which came to me in a dream XD look I have problematic OTPs, I am old and have been here a very long time it is pretty much a given :D (the twincest is not the bit that's out of character)

Do You Remember The First Time? - the Twins/Rúmil two-parter that got rather out of hand and also gave me the headcanon about the Twins standing in alphabetical order as you look at them XD

It's Always Been You - the other problematic pairings one, featuring the Rúmil/Orophin story that had been sitting in my notes for nearly 20 years until I got back into the fandom with a vengeance in the summer of 2020, and the foundations of the Rivendell and Lothlórien bits of my canon-'verse set stories...

death is certain, life is not - the TRSB fic that ate me alive this summer, inspired by @erathene's glorious art, in which Tilda finally strides into centre stage and refuses to stop talking (I am already working on the sequel because I ran out of time to include most of what I wanted to squeeze in). Technically part of Empty Vessel-'verse but deserves an honourable mention here!

A Quiet Understanding - and finally, because if I don't wrap it up here I'll be going all day, the first longfic/chaptered fic I ever wrote, in the King Arthur (2004) fandom, about Gawain and Galahad and how their lives unfold both before and after the Battle of Badon Hill.

(and that's not mentioning the rare fandom stuff like A Knight's Tale, That Thing You Do!, Fisherman's Friends, Call The Midwife, The Alienist and The Palace, all of which I adore unreasonably, but I think I've rambled on quite enough here XD )

Thank you so much to everyone who asked me for this one, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to work out an answer! I haven't the spoons for askboxes, and I have to admit that the choose-x-people-to-ask games always feel a bit exclusive to me because what about the people who never quite make it onto that finite list, the people who nobody ever remembers to ask - and my memory is terrible and I will always inadvertently forget people. So, instead, I would like to invite anyone who sees this and wants to do it - don't wait to be asked, just rec yourselves! Let us know the works of yours you love the most! <3333333

[adventuringblind]

hi!! i just want to know who hurt you /j how did you get the idea to write 'Drowning beneath your weight'

Okay, so, due to the nature of dbyw I'm adding a a cut.

Buckle up! This is a long one. Also known as Ren trauma dumping on main again....

Warnings for below the cut: p*dophilia, drugs, alcohol, religious trauma, r*pe, SA, grooming, and probably others....

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE!! I am not responsible for making you feel comfortable and my inbox is not a place to make it known you ignored the warnings.

So, the initial idea actually stemmed from my mom. We were watching DTS (sue me) and my mom saw Zak and Lando on screen together and lost her shit.

(Please keep in mind that my mom IS a victim of grooming, molestation, rape, and pedophilia. She has also worked with kids and youth who had been through some hard situations.)

She can't stand Zak Brown, and every time she sees him, he will pray on his downfall. Specifically because of how his relationship to Lando looks in her eyes.

Neither I nor my mom know these people personally. I can't say that's accurate or not because truthfully, I don't know.

The idea originally was also not meant to have any kind of twincest, forced or otherwise. It just wasn't there. Lexi wasn't even a thing until I was planning (plotting, more like) with my beta reader. Lexi was originally supposed to he younger than Lando by a couple of years, and when Lando is later asked about I her age, he panics and lies, saying they are born on the same day. As in, he claims them twins when they aren't. I then ran with the idea of what if they WERE actually twins. Then I had to re write the entire damn thing because I wasn't going to actually put the twins in a scenario where they are romantically involved.

Ironically, I think that dbyw has a lot less to do with my own trauma. From a personal standpoint, I've been sexually assaulted and raped, but not in that kind of context. It's all (as far as I know) always been people my own age.

The bdsm au was an excuse for me to write in collars and throw in some fun extra ways of interacting. It's also my own way of creating what would be a traditional way of looking at things. I have been in an environment, specifically religious, where it's easy to get preyed upon and groomed because someone is in a position of authority. It's why Norris family, in this scenario, has a traditional view of things. They are more concerned about whether their kids are successful and making them look good, then if they are safe. Which is, unfortunately, how I was raised to act. How my family was being perceived was more important than me getting the mental health treatment I needed and what got us into some really fucked up situations including my mom being raped by one of those authority church members and for image sakes calling it an affair. An abusive dad that never got talked to about his actions despite everyone seeing it because they needed him to lead, and him being hailed a hero for taking my mom back.

I couldn't really fit that kind of power dynamic in through religion because of how the story is laid out. The AU works so much better and gets across that point still.

Lexi is actually based on my younger sister. NO, WE'VE NOT EVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT! I just mean personality wise. She's an artist like Lexi and communicates a lot through her creativity. Also, like Lexi, she has been through a sexual experience where she purposefully got herself drunk and did drugs to help make her look like she was enjoying it. She was about 14/15 when this happened.

In dbyw it's Zak doing it to Lando and Lexi, but the initial idea stemmed from that situation.

So yeah... the idea stemmed from a lot of different things. I'm planning on writing the original version of the story where Lando and the OC are not twins just to share with yall how far it spiraled.

Hope that answered your question!!

[gffa]

I hope you don’t mind that I’m sending another ask about TriStamp (genuinely so happy to know that you like this series tbh 😭), but do you know that:

1) the website put “たった一人の兄弟であるヴァッシュを強く愛し、執着する” => “strongly in love and obsessed with his only brother, Vash” on Millions Knives character description

2) Kenji Muto (the director) & Yoshihiro Watanabe (the producer) said that this series is about “The song of two brothers, with magnitude to rumble a planet.”

and, 3) During episode 11 premiere, Nightow tweeted that, “世界が割れる程重い兄からのラヴ” => “Love from an older brother so heavy that it can split/break the world”

(I personally think those are beautiful)

Tristamp really brought out that all of their fighting hurts because they love each other, that all of this wouldn't hurt even a fraction as much if it were anyone else but them. And I am going HELL YEAH at every single quote you mentioned because it just PILES ON THE HURT. I laugh hysterically at how much this series really is playing up the twincest angle, but honestly even as strictly familial it's about love so strong that it breaks the world, that's exactly it. A love that means they can never fully let go of each other, everything they do becomes about what the other has done, about what they want for/from the other. It's not that Vash doesn't have other relationships, his dynamics with Meryl and Wolfwood and Roberto are important and mean so much to him, there's a part of Vash that will always need to be filled by multiple people, that's why he can't let go of Rem's memory, that's why Luida and Brad still have a place in his heart, but that's part of the conflict, too. That Vash loves and loves and loves, he loves so many people, even as I think he loves Nai more than any of them, he still loves those other people and that hurts Knives, that he isn't the only one that Vash loves, that he doesn't have all of Vash's love. But, honestly, if Vash weren't Vash, I'm not sure Knives would love him the way he does. And that's tragic! That hurts my heart! That Knives wants all of Vash, that he's willing to subsume everything Vash is to get all of Vash, but I think he would have regretted it, if he had won and Vash wasn't the same anymore, because all of this is for Vash. It's a conflict of pacifism vs retribution, but it's also a conflict of Knives loving Vash for being Vash, but Vash being Vash is what pulls him towards loving humans, too, and puts distance between him and Knives. That if either of them weren't who they were, this would be solvable, because they wouldn't love their twin the way they do because they know who the person is underneath all of it. But also the sheer id-pleasing joy of "Knives wouldn't just be willing to burn the world down for Vash, he's actively trying to do that to make a new one for his little brother", what a delicious, fucked up dynamic that is, I want 20 season of it immediately.

[cursedvibes]

real ones ALWAYS knew tengen was a hottie esp when she was first introduced 😔 everyones suddenly changing their tune after seeing her younger version so fast.....theyre all SNAKES.......if u dont like her at her (older/current ver) then u dont deserve her at her (younger ver/not sure which era xP) 😢 although i am glad that more ppl started talking abt her n paying attention tho but i cant believe thats all it took 😭 i cant wait for more of her n kenjakus relationship to be revealed that tenken edit was a banger !!!! (since we're on the topic on crackships thoughts on yukiten-)

This switch-up on Tengen is giving me whiplash man...

I mean, I'm happy people are finally appreciating her as an actual character and are starting to see her influence on the story and I'm certainly stoked for the up tick in fanart (hope it last past the release of Vol 23), but it's just so weird to go from the fandom being like "ugly old man, stop taking up screentime" to "oh she's a woman?? who knew? not like she literally told us that. she's hot? suddenly I can recognize her as an actual character"

If you only like/are interested in Tengen when she's young and pretty, you're missing out. Have you seen her hands?! Also, ageing is her whole thing. It's literally her superpower. It's part of what makes her so interesting. And in terms of her relationship with Kenjaku, the older she gets, the more her body ages, the more appealing she becomes for them. This young appearance is like a slap in the face because she only looks like this for a few years after the merger, the thing Kenjaku dedicated 1000 years to preventing. Her looking like this means they failed.

I feel if you're gonna be in it for the old people yuri, you shouldn't exclude the "old" part of it. I mean, ultimately people can ship and enjoy a character however they want, I just want Tengen to get appreciation for who she really is (old, stubborn, dangerously disinterested and passive granny) and not just be the hot girl of the week.

I'm really looking forward to the exploration of their relationship and characters in the future. Like all the drama of how Kenjaku currently copes with having almost reached their goal and having lost Tengen (you're doing amazing honey, sitting all alone, talking to yourself). I'm stoked for their backstory too. I still believe they used to have a teacher-student relationship and to a degree still do (Tengen calls Kenjaku a child, they call her old like every other sentence). Just how they both contributed to jujutsu society existing the way it does is so fascinating.

YukiTen...now that's something I haven't thought about at all. I can see the potential with the vessel breaking away and defying her "destiny" thing, but honestly, to me it just feels like Yuki suffering through hanging out with her abusive, conservative grandma. Also, wouldn't this count as twincest? selfcest? Their relationship is certainly interesting and honestly nightmare fuel from Yuki's perspective. Is she just hearing constant whispers from the previous vessels? Screams? You could've gotten a lot more drama out of their interactions. Instead of muddy Choso, I would've been really interested in hearing how Yuki feels about fighting and dying for the person she was made to submit her body and soul to. She managed to keep her personhood, but ultimately still died for Tengen's sake. Pointlessly. Honestly, her death ended up being not so different from Riko's aside from the fact that she chose it. Even if she won, would protecting Tengen really feel that much better? She's basically fighting to perpetuate the system she technically wants to dismantle.

Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts about the two, but I don't ship them.

[largebreed]

hey hey~

31, he/him, 20 years xp

i don't write these anymore, so i'm wildly out of practice (you've heard this spiel before, i'm sure!), but i'm hoping to put down just... things. things i write, things i'd like to write, random dust bunnies that look like they might have thought about a plot once. you know.

i mostly center my rps on romance, for better and for worse. i am not great at writing multiple characters in a scene, but i could probably use the practice.

likewise, i don't often write dominant characters, but i do want to uh, stretch my legs in that realm. i'm just a chickenwuss about it.

i mostly write male/masc-leaning characters, whether that's trans men, butch-leaning women, masc enbies, and a buncha things in between.

i love fake dating tropes, for whatever asinine reason we can think of. one bed? great. fuck or die? amazing! kept in a human zoo by aliens? sure, sounds fun! bring the nonsense tropes my way, i'll eat them up.

i have a very guilty love of the omegaverse, and even though i've been writing in it for like a decade, there's always something new and fascinating to explore! to be honest, i'm happy to add it to just about any plot, including atypical secondary gender pairings (alphas and betas, omega and omega, etc!)

Fandom Interests

there are a few fandoms i'm interested in canon character pairings, and a couple more where i'd prefer to make ocs and play around in the world.

Beastars: Jack, Melon, Legoshi, Louis (Legosi x Louis, Legosi x Jack, Legosi x Melon, Jack x Melon)

Final Fantasy VIII Squall Leonhart, Seifer Almasy (Squall x Seifer, Squall x Irvine)

Dungeon Meshi Chilchuck, Kabru, Mithrun (Kabru x Mithrun)

Disney's Beauty and the Beast (1991/2017) Beast, Belle, Gaston, LeFou (Belle x Beast, Gaston x Beast, Gaston x Belle, LeFou x Beast, LeFou x Gaston)

Fandom OC Interests

FFXIV Warrior of Light, Non WoL OC

Baldur's Gate Open to Durge OCs or whatever else!

besides fandom nonsense, my interests in oc stuff vary, and can be hard for me to pin down for very long.

i love shitty relationships, i'm a sucker for twincest, siblings knowing it's wrong to be together, love at first sight but one of them is married/engaged/whatever, fake dating to save face at a wedding, things like that!

other theme potentials: teacher/student, role reversal, princes, knights, and other nobility

you can find my kink list for adult scenes here, and i can hand out samples upon request (they're all narratives/drabbles, sorry!)

link to fc post

discord: duprinced tumblr ims open!

[maddie-van-fleet]

Summary:Josh helps you overcome your stage fright of singing, in multiple ways; asking his brother jake for help too.

Warnings: fluff, 18+, Sharing the twins (NOT TWINCEST), praising kink, daddy kink

PART SIX OF SEVEN. // this part is 18+! Minors dni.

he said as he gently moved you down onto your back again. You could tell he was hesitant, so you pulled him down by his neck and kissed him deeply. This time, it felt different, as though the two of you were letting out your true emotions this time, knowing it will be your last chance. You knew Josh probably knows what is happening, but you still felt a bit of guilt. But this was your only chance to show Jake how you felt, so you took it. You felt him line back up with your entrance, before looking up at you, "are you sure? we don't have to". "I'm sure Jake". With that he entered you all the way, and you just sat there marveling at the feeling. He sat there, not moving for a second, before he finally started thrusting, using a much slower, gentler pace. You decided now was the moment to get all those unspoken feelings out, because after tonight it has to go back to normal. “Jake….just know….you would've had just as much of a chance as him. You guys were equal to me”. He looked at you with the most love in his eyes that you had ever seen, “really? You really saw me that way?”, you gently nodded, letting out a quiet moan as a particular thrust got you, before answering, “yes. Jake, I love the way your hair flows perfectly, how you're so passionate about guitar, how you can cook the best meals, I love your eyes, I love your nose, I love your voice, everything. I love Josh endlessly and I know he’s the one I ended up with, but I had just as much feelings for you”. He doesn’t say a word, he simply thrusts faster as you both feel your highs peaking already, you wrap your legs around his waist, and pull him as close as possible just feeling every possible moment, “jake..please..”. “C’mon baby give it to me, i know you can”. Hearing those words is all it takes for you to come completely undone. And you feel him slowly helping you through it, and as you’re coming down you can tell he is close by how he is twitching inside you. You feel him go to pull out, but instead you wrap your legs around him tighter, “come inside me Jake. I want it”. “Y/N oh my god” is all he grunts before he releases inside you, with his face shoved against your neck.

You both sit there for a moment, letting your bodies calm down and just basking in the few short moments you have left, before it’s over completely. You feel Jake tap your leg as he goes to pull out, and you feel the absence already. He stands up and you are almost afraid he’s just gonna leave before he says, “i’ll be right back i am gonna grab us some water”. He walks out the door and shuts it behind him. The door opens a second later, but you look up to see Josh, with a rag in his hand. You had hoped it was Jake but you understood, this was probably hard for him after what he had just told you. Josh comes over and starts wiping you clean, but you can tell he wants to say something, “Joshie? Are you okay?”, and he looks up at you and smiles slightly. Once he is done, you sit up, throwing on a t- shirt, and he says, “is that true?”. You look at him confused, not knowing the context of the question. “Is what true?” you ask for reiteration. “Did you really love Jake too? Or do you?”. You felt your heart drop. Of course he heard, he was probably patiently waiting outside. You felt your gaze drop, not knowing how your answer will affect him, “y-yea… i did…i-i think i still might? I love you so much” you take his hands into yours, “but I think he will also always have a small spot in my heart. I mean you both mean the world to me, and I love you both for so many reasons. But please don’t think I love you any less because that isn’t true. I don’t regret saying yes to being with you. It was one of the best decisions I've made”. You finish, just stroking hands and kissing the back of them lightly. He just sits there before he asks another question, “does it hurt not being with him?”. That question broke your heart, “Joshua, I can't lie to you. I love you more than anything, but I do know that it is hard seeing him and just having to act like I felt nothing, ya know? Especially after the talk we had, it hurts my heart knowing that he has had to see me that way all this time and has been alone. But like I said, I love you and I wanna be with you”.

[miazeklos]

1/2 Hi! First of all, you are my favorite Twincest author and your back must be really sore from constantly carrying this fandom on your shoulders. I've always had this headcanon, that Jaime would drag Cersei to the dancefloor while Robert was busy with his whores and they would dance one of those complicated courtly dances while exchanging small touches and gazes (kinda the only opportunity for Jaime to touch her in public).

2/2 That having been said, If you're still taking prompts I'd love to read one where they are in Pentos, healthy and happy, they're passing some sort of buskers on the street in the evening where people are spontaneosly just dancing with one another and J just drags her dance with him. xoxo

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for your kind words! I know it has been actual centuries and I am so sorry, but I did just now manage to crawl out of my year-long hellhole and get back into writing anything at all (with, I'm afraid, dubious results), so I did write a little something! If you're still around, I hope you enjoy it! Here it is. <3

[daisyful-gvf]

malibu // by daisyful

part 2

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18+

read the whole thing on ao3 here

or google docs here bc i hate ao3 formatting

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pairings: jake kiszka x reader, josh kiszka x reader

NOTE: there is no twincest. Also this fic will make the most sense if you’ve read malibu first, but u don’t have to

tags: threesome m/m/f, fluff and smut, fingering, oral sex, praise, drinking

word count: 17k

summary: You can’t stop thinking about the night with all four of them…but specifically the twins

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“You have any tequila in your mini fridge? :)”

It was around 9:30 in the evening when Josh texted you.

The second one came through moments after

“Unrelated, do you happen to have any limes?”

You laughed to yourself. This man was insatiable when it came to tequila.

“Tequila, yes. Limes, no,” you replied.

“Ah, what shall we do about that?” He answered.

You rolled your eyes

“Let me go bribe the bartender”

He answered, “:)”

You chuckled, gathering your hotel key, some cash, and as many mini tequila bottles as you could summon from the fridge.

Making your way to the ground level, you hoped to god the hotel bartender had limes. Josh wouldn’t have been upset, but it was always nice to make him smile. Luckily, the bartender traded you a ziplock bag of lime wedges for a $20.

When you knocked on the hotel room door, Josh answered it within seconds.

He beamed.

“There‘s my girl!”

You smiled, stepping inside.

“How’d we do?” He asked, rubbing his palms together. His cheeks were already a little pink.

“Well,” you sat the items on the table, “we’ve got a criminally priced bag of lime wedges and 4 tequilas.”

He pumped a fist in the air, “perfect.”

You smiled at him, amused at his tipsy self. Music played from his phone on the table, but you couldn’t recognize the artist. The room smelled of incense, which sat burning on the nightstand.

“Glad I could help, my friend,” you said, “I hope you have a fun night,” you turned to the door.

“Wait—” he grabbed your arm gently, “You’re gonna make me drink alone?”

You turned back to him, intrigued, “Haven’t you been drinking alone?”

He giggled, “Well, yeah but now you’re here. Come, come,” He motioned to the edge of the bed, patting his hand there, “let me serve you.”

You followed, sitting on the bed, smiling at him.

“What am I having?” you asked.

“Oh, can’t you guess?” he raised an eyebrow at you, “Tequila.”

You laughed. You watched him take the styrofoam coffee cup and pour some soda water and a splash of tequila.

“How many limes?” He murmured.

“Mm, two, please.”

He squeezed two wedges in, dropping them into your drink.

“You’ll have to stir it with your finger,” he said, handing it to you, “unfortunately, this is not a refined establishment.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” you grinned, stirring it with your pointer finger.

“Not quite,” he shook his head, “You’ll be shocked to know that I don’t even have a liquor license.”

He sat down next to you, his own drink in hand.

“Oh I am shocked,” you joked. He giggled.

You licked your finger clean, watching him watch you. He quickly averted his eyes, looking at his drink. You grinned.

“You’ve got quite a heavy hand,” you joked, the tequila strong even from the slight taste.

He nodded, “Yes, I’m known for that.”

You laughed, taking a sip. He took a drink.

“So,” you started, “whatcha been up to tonight?”

He took a deep breath, “Well, I took a three hour nap after we went to dinner, so that was great. Then I put on some music, explored the mini fridge,” he held his hands out, “and now we’re here.”

“Huh,” you chuckled, “sounds like a great time.”

“Oh, yeah,” he took a drink, “the night is young, though.”

You watched him take a drink, his eyes shutting softly, his neck moving. He had on patterned harem pants and a worn t-shirt—burgundy—a color he glowed in. You tried not to stare.

“How about you?” his words pulled you from your thoughts.

You blinked, “Oh, uh, I planned out the next week or so of travel,” you nodded, “Tomorrow is an off day and then I booked the flights to Texas, we’ll be there for three days—“

“Shh,” he pressed a finger to your lips, startling you with the contact, “No work.”

You blushed, then broke into a laugh, “You asked,”

“Yeah, but,” he scrunched his nose, “you shouldn’t have to work in the evenings anyways, so let’s stop that for one,” he waved a finger, “and now there’s tequila out, so we’ve officially transitioned to the fun part of the night.”

You glanced at him, up and down, “is that so, Kiszka?”

He squinted his eyes at you, “Don’t you call me Kiszka,” he said jokingly.

You laughed, taking another drink. You tried hard not to cringe at the taste of the liquor.

“I’m just kidding, mama,” he patted your back, “you can call me whatever.”

Trying not to blush, you took another gulp of the drink.

“Well,” Josh said, leaning back to grab the TV remote, “let’s see if they’ve got any cinematic masterpieces at this place.”

He clicked on the TV, flipping through the menu. He seemed generally displeased with the options, but then he settled upon Into the Wild.

“I love this movie,” you said, grinning.

“Good then,” Josh said, “Me too.”

He reclined on the bed, laying on his side, his elbow propping him up. He sipped his drink, watching the movie. He looked at you.

“You don’t look too comfortable, there,” he said.

You shrugged, “S’okay, I’ll probably head out and let you relax after I finish my drink.”

He looked hurt. “After I picked this movie for you?”

You smiled, “You didn’t pick it for me, Joshua,” you quipped.

His mouth opened in mock-horror, “how dare you, I most certainly did.”

You laughed, leaning back on the bed, looking up at him,“You want me to stay?”

He nodded, “Yeah, if you don’t have other plans. I need someone to get drunk with and talk about how sad the end of this movie is.”

You laughed, “I don’t think it’s sad, I mean—“ you took a sip, “objectively, yeah, but don’t you think if he could do it all over again, he would? He wanted to be in nature…”

You trailed off, noticing Josh looking at you.

“What?” you asked.

He shook himself out of his daze, “Nothing,” he took a drink, “see what I mean? I need the discourse.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

“This is kind of an uncomfortable way to lay, though,” he said, moving. He sat up by the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard, “Wanna come up here?”

You swallowed. This seemed like tedious territory, what, with the fucking-the-whole-band thing only a few weeks ago, and with your sneaking crush on Josh and his twin. Tedious.

“Uh, yeah,” you breathed, trying to sound relaxed, moving to take a seat up by him. You sat a good six inches away, hoping the space would help.

To your dismay, Josh rested a hand on your thigh almost immediately, giving you a light pat. He smiled at you, “Thanks for hanging out with me. S’nice.”

You gave him a gentle nod, quickly taking a drink to distract yourself.

You watched the movie for a good ten minutes or so, his hand gentle on your thigh, before he spoke,

“I’m empty,” he said, rattling his cup. He pointed to yours, “How about you? Another?”

You finished your drink, handing him your cup, “A little lighter on the pour this time though, huh?” You smiled.

He winked at you, “I’ll try. No promises”

After he mixed the drinks and lit another incense stick, he brought them over, passing the cup to you.

“Thank you, babe,” you took your drink. You gave it a sip, and it was much easier to swallow than the first. He sat next to you again, a bit closer.

He looked at you, waiting for you to take a drink, “thoughts?”

“S’perfect,” you grinned.

Your stare lingered a moment, looking between his lips and his eyes. There was a weighted silence, just a second too long—

“Whatcha thinking about?” He grinned, and oh, that was the worst case scenario.

The question startled you, made your face hot.

“Huh?” you got out. He smiled.

“You look like you’re thinking about something. I’m curious…enlighten me.”

You chuckled, nervous, “Oh, I dunno,” you turned back to look at the movie.

“Hey,” he touched your leg again, making your head snap back to look at him, “you okay?”

You stilled, looking to your lap, “Yeah, Josh,” you swallowed, “it’s nothing.”

Nothing. What a joke that was—all the recent stolen kisses, subtle glances, the drunken lingering of a hand, the thoughts that played on a loop in your mind as you fell asleep for the last three weeks, wanting more, wanting him, wanting both of them—sure, nothing.

“We can sit at the end of the bed if you want, I hope I didn’t make you uncomf—“

“Josh,” you shook your head, “It’s fine.”

He fell silent. You looked up at him, worried you may have hurt his feelings.

“Alright,” his lips pressed into a line. He took a drink.

You sighed, rubbing your face, “I’m sorry,” you took his hand with your empty one. He looked down at them.

“Here,” you fumbled for words, “could you grab one of the tequilas?”

He looked confused, but nodded and shuffled off the bed to grab one. Now or never, you told yourself.

(The thing is, he had initiated the stolen kisses, the glances, the touches, and so really how shocking could this be?)

You took it from him, tucking your drink into your lap for a moment as you opened it. You took the shot, wincing at it, chasing it with a sip of your drink.

Josh sat beside you, eyebrow raised, “You alright?”

You nodded, tossing the empty bottle on the floor. You looked up at him. His stare was kind.

“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, “tell me.”

The command was gentle. You nodded, bracing yourself.

“Ever since the other week, when we were all together, when, you know” you blushed, unable to finish the sentence.

Josh blushed as well, “Yeah, I know,” he said, understanding.

You nodded, “Um,” you struggled to look at him, looking down to your cup, to his hands, anywhere else, before finally looking him in the eyes, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” you mumbled, “Specifically,” you stopped, shaking your head.

“Hey,” he touched your leg, “S’okay. Specifically what, mama?”

You took a drink with a harsh swallow, “Specifically you,” you breathed, “and,”

He looked amused, an eyebrow raised, “And?” he encouraged.

You couldn’t get it out.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can—“

“Hey,” he said, touching your chin, “You think you can scare me off?” he grinned sweetly. “Just tell me, it’s okay.”

You breathed.

“You and Jake,”

His eyebrows shot up, a smile tugging at his lips. Your cheeks and chest went hot with embarrassment.

“Huh,” Josh said.

You looked down at your cup, not daring to meet his gaze, watching your lime wedges swirl in the soda water.

“Look at me, mama,” Josh tipped your chin up. You looked at him.

He smiled wide at you, “Thank you for telling me,”

You nodded. He took a drink.

“So…what about Jake and I?” he grinned.

You smiled, “No,” you shook your head, “nuh-uh, I’ve said enough.”

“Oh, I disagree,” he smiled mischeviously, “I think I need to know a bit more,”

You rolled your eyes, taking a drink from your cup. You swallowed, “I think you can figure it out,” you said.

“Perhaps,” His voice was lower, teasing, “You don’t wanna tell me? Just so I can be sure I understand?”

He traced his teeth with his tongue, and you had to bite back a noise.

“Alright, I’ll leave it alone if you want,” he shrugged, taking a sip. You exhaled.

He swallowed his drink, eyes watching your face closely. He grinned again, “Do you want me to leave it alone?”

You breathed in sharply, unprepared for that follow up question.

“Seems like if you haven’t stopped thinking about it, maybe we shouldn’t leave it alone,” he continued.

He traced a finger along your calf, gentle, a tease if there ever was one.

You became dizzy. You looked at him, extremely unsure of what to say or do.

He looked you up and down, and something unspoken made your skin warm.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Both of your heads snapped to the door.

“Mmm,” Josh said, “Hold that thought,” he got up, going to look through the peephole. You craned your neck to see what was going on.

Josh popped his head around the corner, grinned back at you before opening the door, and you were confused until, oh,

“Hello there, brethren, why do you require my tequila?” said a familiar voice in a mock accent.

Jake rounded the corner. He paused, looking surprised to see you on the bed.

“Well hello there, darling,” he said, smirking at you. He looked back at Josh. Josh smiled back at him.

Jake noticed the tequila on the table, then, and the limes, “Seems like you’ve already got enough tequila, Joshua, what the hell do you need mine for?” He sat down 4 miniature bottles of his own.

“Well,” Josh said, coming back around to sit next to you on the bed, “the more the merrier.”

Jake made himself at home, pouring his own drink, squeezing three limes into it. He sat on the sofa chair in the corner.

“What’ve you two been up to?” Jake asked.

You sat there and blushed, feeling vulnerable after telling Josh what you had only moments before Jake stepped in.

“A bit of Into the Wild,” Josh motioned to the TV, “and riveting conversation.”

“Oh yeah?,” Jake took a drink, “What about?”

Josh looked at you, grinning subtly. You gave a small shake of your head, desperate for him to stay quiet.

“Let me tell him,” Josh murmured, only loud enough for you to hear.

“No,” you whispered, “Uh-uh.”

Josh grinned wider, and god, that didn’t help the fact your emotions were already swelling in your chest.

“Then you tell him,” he said, quietly, nodding toward his brother.

You shook your head, “Josh,” you warned, “no.”

“Hey,” Jake complained, “you just gonna leave me out?”

You ignored him, keeping eye contact with Josh.

“Please,” Josh said to you, “you told me, you should tell him.”

Your mouth opened and closed, frustrated, “Josh,” you got out—

“Hey,” Jake shouted, getting up from his chair, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, “Am I invisible?”

You and Josh exchanged looks between Jake and each other.

“What am I missing?” Jake asked, eyes squinted, “are you both drunk?”

Josh grinned at you, “I’m gonna tell him, mama.”

“Tell me what?” Jake looked between you.

Josh opened his mouth to speak—

“Josh.” you warned.

He looked at you, then held his hands up, surrendering, “Okay, fine.”

“No,” Jake shook his head, “No, tell me, you fuckers,” he grinned, looking at you, “what is it?”

You blushed. He looked too good, in his worn denim jeans and a stretched white t-shirt.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna tell him if you don’t,” Josh said, seeming genuinely apologetic, “I don’t keep secrets from him.”

You sighed. Great job, you thought to yourself.

“Fine. Just tell him,” you sighed, taking a long drink.

Josh looked at him, “She said she hasn’t stopped thinking about the other night,”

Jake took a drink, “what night?” he looked confused.

Josh grinned, “when we were all smoking together. A few weeks ago, y’know,” he said, his tone leading.

Jake’s eyebrows raised, realizing, “Oh,” he said, “Well, yeah, understandable.”

Josh looked at you, coaxing you to finish the thought “Specifically…”

You sucked in a breath.

“Specifically you and Josh,” you said to Jake.

His eyebrows raised, and damn, they really were twins, down to the expression.

“Huh.” Jake said.

You forced yourself to keep looking at him as your cheeks flushed, “Yeah,” you said.

“That is a riveting conversation,” Jake said, taking another sip.

“Well,” Josh said, “we didn’t really get past that, I was trying.”

You broke into a laugh, unable to help it with the tension.

“What?” Jake smirked at you.

You shook your head, “No, I’ve done enough talking,”

“Oh I beg to differ,” Josh gave a playful shove to your arm, “You’re just gonna leave us in suspense?”

You took a drink, then gave a silent nod. They were both smirking at you, and you wondered how you got here, in this daydream-like scenario you’d been imagining the last several weeks.

Jake chuckled to himself and chugged his drink. He got up, walking over to the table to make another.

Josh touched your calf.

“You’re not gonna tell me what you’ve been thinking about, mama?” He muttered. You bit your lip. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me?”

He knew what he was doing. You swallowed, licked your lip.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice hoarse.

He grinned, rubbing your leg, “Well, if you just wanna think about it, that’s certainly fine, but,” he licked his lips, “would you wanna do anything about it?” He cleared his throat, “I mean, if the situation was right.”

You took a deep breath. This is not where you expected this evening to go. You were in sweatpants and a tank top, you hadn’t showered yet today, and you hadn’t brushed your teeth since this morning. If Josh was implying what you thought he was, you weren’t sure you were prepared.

“Um,” you whispered. Jake wandered back over, sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping his drink. You could smell the lime.

They looked at you. You wanted them, you had to admit to yourself.

“I think so, yeah,” you got out, answering Josh, “if the situation was right.”

Josh licked his teeth, watched your lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes just glazed; you thought he probably wasn’t drunk, but certainly wasn’t sober.

“Good to know,” Josh said.

“Okay,” Jake drug a hand through his hair, “I really feel left out of the conversation.”

You looked to him, smiling, “S’nothing to worry your pretty mind about.”

He smiled, “If you say so.”

Josh stood up from the bed, gave Jake a pat on the shoulder, “Walk with me to get some ice, Jacob,” he said, “And let’s go raid your mini fridge for whatever else we can find.”

“Why?” Jake said, “You need me to help you get ice?”

Josh grabbed his shoulder, “Just come with me you idiot,” he said.

Josh slipped on his birkenstocks and took the ice bucket, Jake grabbed his key card, and with a wink, they were out the door.

You sat in the silence, breathing in the incense. Shit, you realized, something’s happening.

You scrambled, your thoughts racing as your body struggled to keep up. You flipped the privacy lock on the front door, just in case, and ran to the bathroom. You stripped quickly, tied your hair up, and washed your body as fast as you could. You towel dried, put your clothes back on, cringing at the thought of wearing the same underwear, let your hair down, frantically grabbed the mouthwash Josh had, swished some around, raked your fingers through your hair, and then looked in the mirror. You smiled to yourself.

If they were talking about what you assumed they were, and if they both came to the conclusion that they’d be interested in—

You heard the keycard at the door. You practically ran, flipping the privacy lock off and opening it for them. You gave them a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jake grinned, hands full of mini liquor bottles and sodas.

You let them in, laughing at their haul.

“Who said we’re getting drunk?” You asked, helping Jake set them all on the table.

“You never know, you never know,” Jake mused.

You sat back on the bed, grabbing your drink.

Josh grabbed his, sitting next to you, closer this time, his leg against yours. He rested his hand on your thigh.

“What’s Alexander Supertramp been up to?” He asked, pointing to the TV.

“Oh you know,” you tried to sound relaxed, “Befriending hippies, making good choices.”

Josh turned to you and smiled. You looked back, watching his expression closely.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, and the air left your lungs in a rush.

You nodded sheepishly, letting him lean into you.

He held the side of your face, bringing his lips to yours. You hummed into him, sighing with the blissful feeling. He was warm.

It was a simple kiss, maybe six or so seconds, gentle and unassuming.

He gave you a reassuring smile as he pulled away, “S’nice.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He settled back next to you, hand on your thigh. You tried to focus on the movie, but quickly were distracted by Jake coming to sit on the other side of you.

“How many times have you seen this film?” Josh said, making conversation.

You shrugged as Jake took a seat, slipping his vans off and settling next to you. His leg also touched yours, and you felt warm at the contact.

“Um,” you said, thinking,“Maybe…ten times?”

Josh chuckled, “I see. It is a good one, I’ll give you that.”

“How about you?”

“Twice,” Josh said, “this is the third.”

You looked at Jake, “and you?”

Jake gave you a smile, “Only once. I’m not as cultured, I suppose.”

You giggled. Aside from the insurmountable tension between the three of you, this was nice. A good movie, some drinks, company, easy conversation. You tried to relax, to enjoy it.

You finished your second drink and looked down at the cup, contemplating if you should have a third, given that you’d taken the shot too. You had a head buzz but nothing else so far. You figured as long as it wasn’t too heavy handed, you could do another. They were helping to keep you occupied.

“Joshy?” You looked at him, smiling, “Could I have another?” You rattled your cup.

“Of course, mama,” he leaned in for a peck on the lips, to your surprise, then took your cup, getting up to go to the table.

“Hey,” you said to him. He turned around, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Easy on the tequila unless you want me acting like a fool.”

“You got it, babe,” he spun around, opening a new can of soda water to make your drink.

Jake’s hand moved on your thigh, rubbing softly. You looked at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He smirked. You stilled, nervous for his next words. You could smell his cologne. You nodded.

He licked his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night, either.”

You tried to stay stoic, cool, but you could feel yourself grinning.

“Yeah?” You got out, voice cracking.

He nodded, “Yeah. So I don’t think you should be embarrassed or anything.”

You bit your lip, too curious to help yourself, “what have you been thinking about?”

He drew in a sharp breath, took a sip from his drink, looking bashful. He swallowed, “Now that’s unfair, you wouldn’t tell us,” he beamed.

You grinned back. He had a point.

“If I tell you, will you tell me?” You murmured. He nodded, biting the rim of his cup.

You felt childish, trading secrets like you would passing notes across class. But it thrilled you.

You were close to his face, a few inches. You spoke quietly.

“I’ve been thinking about how your fingers felt inside of me,” you whispered, “how your mouth felt.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a second before re-focusing on you. He nodded, encouraging you.

“Been remembering how you fucked me while they watched—while Josh watched,” you specified.

You swallowed, struggling to continue, compelled only by his reaction, “kissing you both one after another.”

He lowered the cup, licking over his lip. His mouth pulled gently into a grin.

“Is that so?,” he breathed. He gripped your thigh. You nodded.

“And you?” you said.

His grin stretched, “Been thinking about how nice you look naked. How you looked with my come dripping out of you.”

You whimpered, bit your lip to stop yourself.

“Kissing you,” he continued, looking at your lips, “thinking a lot about kissing you, you sitting on my lap,”

You watched his lips.

“Thinking about how I wish I could have watched you when you went into the bathroom with Josh,” he swallowed, “He said you were begging to come.”

Your eyes shut. You forced yourself to take a breath, to reel yourself in. You opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled at you, teasing.

“Were you?” Jake asked, “Begging?”

Your mouth was dry. Jake looked hungry, like a cat stalking prey. You nodded.

“Mmm,” Jake hummed, taking a sip, “Sounds lovely.”

His eyes were incredibly dark, pupils blown. He watched your face for a moment “Is that all you’ve been thinking about, since then?”

You swallowed, “Well,” you whispered, unsure how to phrase the rest.

“Tell me,” his tone was achingly gentle, “please?”

“I’ve just been hung up on you two,” you sighed, trying to talk just loud enough that Josh might overhear, “I’ve just been thinking…,”

Jake looked entranced, “S’okay,” he assured, “I’m not gonna judge you, I want to know.”

You felt Josh’s hand on your arm, passing you your drink.

You took it, not looking away from Jake. Josh’s weight sank into the bed behind you, his hand fell to your hip.

“I just want more of you both,” you got out, “I…”

“Come on, angel, I know that mind of yours can be creative,” Jake smirked, “Tell me,” his eyes flitted over your shoulder, presumably to Josh, then back to you, “We wanna know.”

“You want me to be honest?” You mused.

Jake nodded. Josh hummed behind you.

Thank god for the tequila.

You nearly whimpered, “I want both of your hands on me,” you said, breath becoming labored, “I want you both to touch me, to kiss me, I want—“ you tried to ignore Josh’s hand tighten on your hip, “Want you both inside me again, and I honestly just want, like,”

It was like a dam broke and you could’t stop, “You two make me feel so cared for, I love the attention, I love how overwhelmed it makes me feel, I just want—“

You stopped, realizing Jake’s mouth was hanging slightly open. He looked dazed, stunned.

“No, no, keep going, I’m listening,” he rasped.

“That’s it, honestly,” you tried not to cave into yourself, “I just want you two to…” you cringed at your next words, “just love on me.”

You stared at him numbly, wondering where this was going. Wondering if you all were about to go back to watching the movie as if this didn’t happen.

You and Jake watched each other, silent. Josh was still.

“What are you thinking?” you asked Jake, barely audible. You took a sip of your drink to calm yourself.

He smiled, “Thank you for telling us,” he said.

“I asked you a question,” you smarted.

He licked his lips,“I think you’re considering kissing me.”

You grinned, “You think so?”

He nodded, smiling wider, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Hmm,” you teased, “you think I should do it?”

His smile faded, his expression changing to something needy.

“Come here,” he gritted.

NEXT PART

[blueskittlesart]

i know you love tamaki but thoughts on each of the other hosts? my favourite is mori <3

full disclosure tamaki was my first real conscious fictional crush at the ripe age of 11 and TO THIS DAY i have to pause the show during the piano scenes to recover my dignity so he will always be my number one. my everything. my absolute love interest of all time. i could write essays on him for real. i HAVE written essays on him. that being said i can absolutely talk about the other hosts bc im literally obsessed w this show

haruhi was the gender blueprint. truly. girlboy swag. she and misa amane death note were definitely like. the two most influential characters on my personal style in middle and high school. this doesn't say anything good about me. she is also multifaceted and well characterized in a way that's SO refreshing for a romance protagonist. character of all time. also btw im the exact demographic this show was written for meaning i was a tamaki/haruhi truther from the very beginning. where is the tall blonde prince boy to my short stupid gnc bitch. when is it my turn to be happy

hikaru and kaoru. yes i know the twincest thing is weird but i am CHOOSING TO IGNORE IT because 1. the show is making fun of shoujo tropes. its SATIRE GUYS and 2. they are literally so well characterized that it MAKES SENSE THAT THEY DO IT. ugh. anyways kaoru was always my favorite of the two bc i love a man thats in tune with his own emotions. i like hikaru in theory but i think if i knew him in real life i would murder him. i am also obsessed with their characterization and backstory in general bc their specific brand of trauma is one that i so rarely see represented in media and i think they had a very realistic response to it?? like they're genuinely very well written characters i like them a lot. i could also probably write an essay about them

kyoya. im obsessed with him. hes a genius. hes an asshole. he runs a literal profitable business pimping out his besties. girls somehow like him despite him never actually showing affection to any of them in canon. hes literally the worst person alive. hes genuinely kindhearted despite everyone in his life attempting to beat it out of him. hes GAY. this is a joke mostly but i truly think that every decision in his life post-middle school is made because he is obviously, painfully in love with tamaki and also completely oblivious to this fact. like the show might attempt to make you think that hes got a thing for haruhi but literally every decision he makes is for tamaki's benefit (the manga is even MORE explicit about this btw and it makes me insane) and the entire time hes in denial about the fact that tamaki is literally everything to him. it's hilarious. "and so kyoya met him" uhhh fellas is it gay to consider the single most important event in your life to be meeting another man

i kinned honey in middle school for real and every time i think about it i want to die. i unfortunately still like cake. and rabbits. and i am still blonde and short. i might be haunted by this character for the rest of my life

i didn't get the appeal of mori at first tbh which might be a result of watching the anime 2 million times but never reading the manga LMAO bc he really is just a filler character in the show. but hes fun and i like him well enough. im sort of hoping he gets a little more room to be a real character in the manga tho bc ive like. just gotten out of the chapters that were adapted directly into the show so we're in uncharted territory now. im waiting for his chapter im SURE its coming

[justallofmyfandoms]

Revenge is best served Small

Reader x Fred Weasley

Reader x George Weasley

NO TWINCEST!!

SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!

(Just to make this less awkward on all of us, yes I am clearly going through some stuff, and yes everyone enjoys what happens to them in this, even if it's reluctantly. Nothing unconsensual. 6,486 words)

[There’s a comment on this post that perfectly summarises it: “i have no idea what just happened to me all i know is that i will never be the same after reading this” so... read at your own risk my dudes, I am so sorry]

You slam a fist into the common room desk, glaring down at your potions homework with enough anger to perform the killing curse on it. Or maybe crucio would be better, just so the homework can suffer all the same pains it's inflicting on you.

A chair at the table scraps against the floor with someone plonking themselves on it. You look up to see Fred Weasley, leaning over the desk to stare down at your paper, "Having trouble with your potions essay?" He asks, evidently just to piss you off because it's pretty obvious you were.

"Bugger off, Weasley. We can't all pay zero attention during class and still get perfect grades" you focus back on your work, but not fast enough to miss Fred's shit eating grin.

"Still mad I got a better grade on our end of semester test?"

"No!" You snap back, perhaps a little too quickly. It made the ginger chuckle. You and the twins had been good friends since first year, but it infuriated you to no end every time they got a good grade, because you just knew it was all talent and no effort.

The twin crossed his arms and leant them on the table, scooting closer to you, "Not that I don't love the look of anger on your face, but why does it annoy you so much? You've been going on about this for six years"

"It doesn't matter, I just wanna get this stupid essay over with!" you complain, throwing your quill on the desk, "Where's your brother, anyway? He said he would help me."

Fred pats your head and sighs, "Ditched by your own boyfriend? There's tragic..." You knew he was just being a prick, Fred always did enjoyed teasing you, but you hadn't seen George all day. It was beginning to worry you. Besides, you two had made it a tradition to do your potions homework together ever since third year.

"He actually sent me here to apologise. He's at tonight's party up in Ravenclaw tower. The ol' sod's drunk a bit too much to help out I'm afraid"

You sit up and frown, the anger being pushed to the back of your mind out of newfound sadness, "Oh... he could have at least told me he was going to the party..."

Fred nods sympathetically, but eventually grins and scoots closer, "In the meantime, how about a deal?" You'll be getting whiplash from all these emotions. First anger, then hurt, and now Fred was making you highly suspicious. He has that expression he gets when dreaming up a crazy plan.

"If you help me with a little scheme I've concocted, I'll help you finish your essay" he continues since the only reaction you initially gave was a squint.

"What kind of scheme?"

He drums the table, bitting back a smile that might warn you off, "I've come up with a new product idea, but in order to make it, I need a very rare ingredient that can only be found in one place"

You sigh, resting your cheek against your raised fist, "Snape's supply closet..."

He points at you like in charades, "Exactly!"

"How do I know you'll actually help me? Making a deal with you is a bit like making a deal with the devil"

"We'll get the essay done tonight!" He declares, spinning the paper to face him, and picking up a nearby quill, "Then tomorrow, you'll help me get the potion"

After a fair amount of consideration, you nod, "Alright, deal!"

"Remind me again what the plan is?" You and Fred were stood in the women's bathroom on the first floor, a bathroom you generally tried to avoid as it was occupied by a particularly annoying ghost called Moaning Myrtle. She didn't seem to be revealing herself though, which you assumed had something to do with Fred teasing her about her nickname and the... other connotations "moaning" has.

Fred took a small vial from his trouser pocket. The contents were green and bubbling, "First, I'll drink this shrinking potion, then you'll take me in your robe pocket all the way to Snape's classroom and put me on the third shelf up next to his supply closet. I'll sneak in through the hole my brother and I drilled there years ago, grab the bottle and get out!"

"You mean you and George have done this before?" you asked, watching as he set the bottle down on the edge of the sink, taking off his robe to hang it over the cubicle wall

He turned back to watch him roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, "Yeah, every now and then if we need tough to find ingredients"

"And what exactly do I do?"

"Well, while I'm getting the bottle, you keep an ear out for Snape, then when I get out, you grab me and the bottle, put me in your robes and bring us back here so I can have my regrowth potion" he pulls another vial out of his pocket which is red and shiny.

"Sound good" you say, while he plonks the potion back into his pocket, and pops off the cork on the shrinking one.

"Bottoms up" he says, and downs the contents. The second he does, Fred begins to shrink! His clothes, thankfully, shrink down in size with him, until finally, he was no bigger than your pinky.

"Wow!" You exclaim, squatting down, "This is super dangerous. I could step on you."

"Please don't..." Fred mutters, his pitch the exact same despite his small size, just a bit quieter due to the distance and size of his mouth and all that. Damn, TV and movies have lied to you. A look of mild horror suddenly adorns Fred's face as he pulls something out from his trouser pocket. It's so small, you had trouble realising it was his regrowth potion, "Oh bugger! I forgot about that..."

You were tempted to lie down on your stomach and be as close as you could to eye level, but you doubted that would be very sanitary on the bathroom floor, "What's wrong?"

"I just realised I let the potion shrink with me! Now it won't work! It'll only grow me back to the size of a foot, if we're lucky"

"Speaking from experience?"

"Unfortunately." he shivers, "But it's okay, we'll just have to stop off at my room afterwards to get some more. I always make extra if I can afford to"

"Well that's good. Ready to go?"

"Absolutely" he held up his arms and you scooped him up like you would a wand. You got to your feet and were about to place him in your pocket when you noticed you still had your potions essay folded up inside. Fred had helped you finish it last night, the legend. Took you until 4 am to finish writing it.

You put him in your breast pocket instead, for fear that your robes might fly around too much and he might fall out, or that someone might bump into you and squash him. The breast pocket was at least hidden and safe. Besides, there were still two layers separating him from your actual boobs.

You opened the door and peaked your head through, checking to see if anybody was there. Nobody. Brilliant. Hurrying down the cobbled hallway, you B lined to the stairs leading down to the dungeons, and hurried to the classroom door. You and Fred had a free period right now, so that would explain why it seemed you and he were the only ones not in class. Despite how thankful you were for Fred's help, you wouldn't have skipped lessons to do this, it's risky enough as it is. Fast walking now, you peeped your head into Snape's office, where beyond it lay the door to his private stash.

"He better not come, Fred, or I'll squash you"

"Don't worry, he's in his lesson! Only got one potions teacher"

You thought this over and realised that yeah, there is only one... why the fuck do they only have one teacher for each subject? Do they get breaks? That's unlikely seeing as they have to teach all four houses in all seven years over the span of only five days a week. That's mental that is. Regardless, you would have the time to ponder this later, for now you had a potion to steal. You crept into Snape's office and shut the door, pulling out your wand and enchanting "Colloportus" to lock it behind you.

Fred really knew what he was talking about, because there were indeed shelves next to the closet door. The third one up was even covered with books, and when you grabbed Fred out from your pocket and plonked him on the shelf, he pointed to the dusty copy of 'The Moral Implications of Love Potions' and you took it out to reveal a hole behind it big enough for tiny Fred, “This looks like an interesting read..." you mutter, flipping over to read the blurb. There was a mini scoff, and by mini you mean it was produced by a mini person.

"Right, well, you have fun reading that, I'll search for the potion. Be back in a second" and he was off, disappearing through the hole. You sigh, fidgeting with anxiety at possibly getting caught. Doesn't make sense though, Snape is in class, he has no reason to come in here. When do lessons end anyway? You glance around for a clock but don't find any. Serves you right for not wearing a watch... would a watch even work at Hogwarts?

You flipped open the book and began reading a random page: Dr Eglantine proposed the following moral dilemma: if two people love each other but are too afraid to admit to one another, is it wrong for one of them to drug the other with love potion? Wizarding philosophers are torn on this issue, and when intercourse is involved, the grey area becomes even larger—

There was a loud bang from outside, which made your heart drop. You scurry over to the door, pressing your ear against the cool wood, holding your breathe in hopes of hearing better. The sound of students filled your ears, but not just a few students having a free period, but a whole herd of them. That could only mean one thing: class had ended... Oh fuck!

"Fred!" you cry out in the quietest panic you can muster, scurrying over to the hole, "Snape is coming."

"Almost... there!" Fred called between grunts, emerging with the bottle. You snatched it up, preparing to despose of it into your pocket when Fred raised a valid argument, "Don't put it in there! Snape will check your pockets when he finds you here!" He began downing his second potion, growing only to the size of a regular sized hand, "Damn"

"Oh, right" you scan your body for another hiding place, then the thought came to you. You shove the vial up your shirt and into your bra.

"Great, now me!" Fred exclaims, raising his arms up.

"I can't put you in my bra! You're too big, he'll see you!" You scoop him, holding his torso like a toothbrush.

He stares up at you in stunned confusion, "Really? That was what was wrong with that plan?"

You realised you ought to have said 'no you pervert I'm not letting you touch my boobs' but now wasn't the time to curse yourself for it. Your heart was hammering with fear, inspecting your body for somewhere to stash him. The doorknob rattled, and the sickeningly familiar tone of Snape's voice cursed that it was locked. Your time was up, there was only one thing for it! You pulled away the elastic of your skirt and stuck him down there,

“WOAH—!" He yelped, hair practically standing on end.

"Just hold onto the elastic along the outside and we should be fine!" You put him onto your outer right thigh, knowing full well that a pair of shorts and a pair of underwear and a whole thigh were separate him from... that.

"Alohamora!" the door swung open just as you were putting the book back, and there stood Snape, in all his emo glory. He froze, clearly having not expected to find anyone inside. Once the shock had left his system, he straightened up and glared at you, “What exactly do you think you are doing?" his nasally voice grilled, doing nothing good for your nerves, which were in absolute tatters at the moment.

"I was looking for you, w-when someone locked me in the class" you scramble, the lie just about the worst you could come up with. You had to remind yourself that Fred was on the outside of your thigh. Considering he was in your skirts at all, that was the most innocent position he could be in. All he had to do was hold on to the elastic of your shorts and you should be fine!

"Why?" he trudged further into the classroom.

"Why was I looking for you or why did someone lock me in the class—?"

"Why were you looking for me?" His booming voice told you that you were on thin ice.

"Ah yes, well, I... I was having trouble with the essay assigned for tomorrow, and thought maybe you could help me"

Snape closed the door and came to lean on his large desk, "Do you really expect me to believe that one of my students, who has never once asked a question in six years, is now asking a question?"

You frown, so suddenly insulted that you almost forgot about Fred on your leg, "Professor Snape, I ask questions all the time"

"Oh, how unmemorable you are then" he sneers, making you fume, "Regardless, I'm going to need to search your pockets"

You sighed, "Yes, sir"

He stalked over to you, holding out a hand for your robes. You pushed the sleeves off each shoulder, removing it, and dumped it into his palm. As he began to examine it, you felt Fred's shoes scrapping against your skin. It's as though he's trying desperately to find a foothold, no doubt still exhausted from having to push the bottle. If he falls, not only will you be caught, but Fred could get seriously injured!

Again, you knew what you had to do but hesitated to do it. As subtly as you could, you extended the elastic of your skirt, took Fred out, then plonked him into your shorts. His entire body went flush against yours, no doubt the skin tight shorts were crushing him. As long as there was no more risk of him falling... Hopefully it wasn't suffocating him though.

"If it's too tight, move" you hissed, keeping your eyes trained on Snape, who unfortunately heard you.

"What did you say?"

"I said—" you took a sharp breath, feeling Fred's back sink further into the fat of your thigh as he pushed away the area of fabric suffocating him, "If it's too tight, move" you repeated loudly for the two men in the room. "The pockets get a bit stuck sometimes so you have to jostle it around a bit" you added to give fake context to an instruction that wasn't even meant for Snape.

The shadowy teacher was evidently confused, but decided to ignore your outburst. Meanwhile, you could feel Fred inching along the front of your thighs, moving closer to your core. This was fine, as you didn't exactly want him to asphyxiate in your shorts, that would be a tragic way to go. You did hope, however, that he wouldn't overshoot his target, and fall into the abyss between the crotch and pant leg. Just as you had thought it, you felt the man slip. You gasped, pressing your legs a little closer together, enough for him to reach out and grab the first piece of fabric he could get his hands on. Unfortunately for the both of you, that piece of fabric were your panties. You wondered whether he knew what he was doing, when he began to scramble onto it, lying down flat onto the crotch like a hammock. Your question was quickly answered by the sensation of his arms sticking into your folds, and the subsequent wriggling of regret.

Sucking in a deep breath, you had to grip the nearby desk with all your might to stop a loud moan escaping your lips. Regardless of how bizarre and awful this situation was, having anything rub against your clit was an arousal waiting to happen. Poor guy must have though those were your shorts he grabbed before... You were just about to dig in and help, when Snape extended your robes back to you. You'd have to walk, with mini Fred mushed into you vagina, all the way to grab it. Praying he might forgive you one day, you stepped forward, effectively compromising Fred's escape, trapping him between your knickers and crack. Talk about getting stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Very well, I will take a look at your homework" and he rounded the desk, unfurling the essay he had taken from your pocket and sitting down in preparation to help. You swallow, approaching the table as he skimmed through it. He paused for a moment to look up, "Well, sit down" he ordered.

Staring down at the chair, you gulped. Every time you sit down during class, the skin tight shorts you wear, under your Hogwarts skirt, ride up into your ass. Having that happen right now is about as undesirable as they come, "Um, I'd rather not, if that's alright with you"

He blinked and looked back down at your work, "Well anyway, the beginning of your essay seems promising." You smiled, that was the part you wrote by yourself. Just wait until he gets to the part Fred helped you with. There were things he told you on the topic that you swore you had never heard before, you'll look like such an expert! Speaking of, the unfortunate blighter had given up on his attempts to leave, probably worried that his efforts might be thwarted again by your moving thighs. He was now using his hands and knees to keep himself pushed away from you. If you thought about it hard enough, you could convince yourself Fred was just a bumpy pad with a tuft of hair on the end... that moved.

Alright now body, I know you're an animal that listens to its instincts more than its brain, but please don't respond the same way you usually do when something— anything is pressing against you. You thought to yourself. We are not creating any new weird kinks today, thank you very much. Besides, the poor guy is going through enough as it is.

"You think Felix Felicis was created by Felix Williams... and that it contains balm, angel's trumpet, bitter root, and a single strawberry cooked under a full moon" he looked up from your work, pinning you with an expression of cold unamusement.

He must be testing you. Fred's a prankster but he isn't a dick... most of the time. He wouldn't. He couldn't! "Yes...?"

"Your Wolfsbane... does it contain any other nonsense ingredients I should know about?"

You froze, as did the guy in your pants. He must have heard, and Merlin have mercy he was going to pay for what he'd done!

This was just like that incident in fourth year all over again! You were in the showers after a quidditch match and Fred snuck in and stole your clothes and towel. When you realised you would had to run butt fucking naked all the way to your room, you were absolutely furious. Fred was lounging in the common room, along with twenty or so other people, and they all watched as you went gunning for the stairs. George felt awful, having not known his brothers prank, and offered to obliviate anyone who talked about it. It was then you realised Fred could be kind of a dick, and George was the man for you.

Fascinated by just how much Fredrick Weasley had fucked you over yet again, you decided to plop down on the chair opposite Snape. The moment you did, the skin tight shorts became skin tight. Fred's entire body went flush against yours, sending a delicious zap up your spine that attempted to summon a moan you coughed back, “Sorry, I wasn't trying to insult you with my work... I got a friend to help and it seems he was just taking the piss" Fred was moving, his chest bumping and smoothing over your clit. You had to actively try not to squeeze your thighs around him to increase the pressure.

George had bought you a dildo once as a "joke" (he just wanted to watch you wank yourself off, the kinky bugger) and you had run it between your folds, but that pailed in comparison to this. This was far better. Fred is made up of so many intricate parts, each of them squirming against you. His legs, for example, were kneading the source of your arousal. His shoes were in there now, using it as a foothold to try and push his way out. It was heavenly.

"Now I might remember you, as the girl with a poor judge of character" Snape interjected, pulling you out of your sexual haze. If the context were different, you might have gotten mad, but you couldn't bring yourself to at the moment. Not while you were getting oh so sweet revenge on a certain someone, "Well, for starters, dragon bone isn't an ingredient in any of these, so we might as well cross that off the list—" he took his red ink and began marking your paper. His voice became a distant drone in the background as you disassociated once against, focusing on how Fred had began shimmying his way to freedom. If only you could quicken his pace. If only you could rock your hips and fuck yourself against him. You weren't available to move, but he certainly was.

Leaving the one hand there on the desk, to rest your chin against, the other snuck under the table and under the hem of your skirt and shorts. Your fingers hovered above him, a little unsure what to do, until the index finger took initiative and pressed down onto his back through the pants. If he wasn't mushed against you before, he sure as hell was now. His hands slap your folds, but you could feel his head angled up for air. He should be fine.

You experiment by pushing him up. There his chin is triggering the most sensitive nerves of your clit! You roll your hips to savour it, using your thumb to squash his head down and create a more prominent friction. The round nature of his face and bumps making up his features created the most delicious rub. You had to loop your feet behind the desk's legs in order to stop your thighs from crushing him. When he slaps you for air, you reluctantly moved your thumb and pushed his body down. Now his feet were teasing your entrance with the sensation of being filled. You sat down more firmly onto your chair to shove him deeper inside of you. You pushed him up again, then down, up, down, repeating the gesture while his limbs squirmed, awakening new flesh with every swipe. Your middle finger joined the index's perch on his back to pick up the pace. You bit your lip and sucked a deep breath through your nose to push down all the noises that were bubbling to the surface. The only thing that could have moulded you any better than Fred would have been a literal mould. Even then, it wouldn't have been nearly so fun to hump.

You were now rolling him against you in deep tight circles. Your hips were swaying in time, and as much as you wanted to use your whole hand to rub him madly against you, you thought Snape might notice your entire arm thrusting under the table. Unconsciously, your thighs tighten around him, sucking him almost up into you. You lull your head back and arch into him, sighing in bliss. When Snape looked up, you snapped your head back down and froze, biting your fist in order to stop yourself whining in disapproval.

"Does that make sense?"

"Yes sir" what on earth were you agreeing to? You hadn't the foggiest.

"Then don't waste my time with useless garbage like this again. If you haven't produced a coherent, serious essay by tomorrow, I'll be deducting twenty points from your house. Now go!" He pointed to the door.

You had half a mind to snap back, but thought: to hell with him! You had things that needed your immediate attention, and no hooked nose, greasy hair, middle aged virgin was going to ruin that for you! “Very well, thank you sir" you stood up, and to your eternal disappointment, it loosened the strain of your clothes to unstick Fred from your cunt.

Exiting the class, you were devastated to find the hallway packed with students ready for their next potions lesson. The women's bathroom was just around the corner and up the stairs. All you had to do was get to it. You sped walked around the students, opting to push some aside rather than do any fancy footwork and likely squash the man inside of you. From the lack of movement, you guessed he had probably made peace with the situation. Luckily for you though, the movement of your walking kept banging him against you, and you had to stop yourself from dropping to the floor right then and there to grind him furiously against you.

When finally you had made it to the bathroom, casting "Colloportus" on the door for some privacy, you froze at the sight of someone stood inside with their back to you. You recognised those ginger locks straight away.

"George?" you called. He let go of the robe he was examining over the cubicle door and beamed, bounding up to you with all the excitement of a puppy.

"Darling! I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

What to say, what to say. You doubted rubbing your shrunk brother against my vagina in revenge would be largely acceptable, so you opted to white lie, "Oh, I needed Snape to help me with my potions essay"

George frowned, "Why'd you do that? I could have helped you. Can't imagine ol' hook nose was as fun as me"

"Well maybe if you weren't at that party last night—"

"What party?"

Judging by Fred's immediate scramble to break free, you imagined George was about to tell you something that would spell out very bad news for his twin. To stop his escape, you move a hand behind your back to fist your underwear and hoist it up, making it impossible to give way, "Fred told me you were at the Ravenclaw party last night..."

George's chocolate brown eyes widen in horror, immediately replaced by a scowl as he looked up to curse the air. Little did he know he actually should have been glancing down if he wanted to curse his brother. His squirming against you was making this entire thing leagues better, "What? Oh that prick! I was sick last night with a cold and sent him to apologise to you because I didn't want you catching it while Madam Pomfrey's sweets took effect"

Your cunt was fluttering in anticipation for what long and hard revenge you were about to take. Fred was scrambling so wildly, you couldn't wait to get down to business, "That asshat. He said you were drunk and convinced me to steal some stupid potion with him"

George's anger multiplied, "Bloody hell! I told him not to do that"

"What do you mean?" You were genuinely curious, but your body had literally no care in the world. It was hoisting your pants even higher to keep Fred glued there, wriggling your hips as your breathing became laboured.

George didn't seem to notice, "He was planning on making a thing of love potion with it. Told him it was a stupid idea and he was perfectly popular enough to get anyone he wanted without it. He's got hundreds of girls and guys in the past, I can't think of who he thought he needed to trick..." you consider it for a moment. That was a very good question, it's strange for Fred to care so much about someone... but this could be left for another time.

You hook your foot behind George's leg and brought it forward to wedge it in between yours. Without warning you hopped up and felt Fred immediately sink into your flesh. You doubled over, gripping George's shoulders, and moaning to savour the feel of being entirely and completely touched. George had to brace his hands against the door either side of your head to stop himself from falling over. In surprise rapture, he watched as you were already so unravelled. Finally, the surface you needed. Twins were supposedly two halfs of a whole, and never before had that sentiment rung so true. His leg was the missing component that pushed Fred so absolutely into you, no margin of error. All of him was rubbing against you now as you began humping without mercy.

You thrust yourself forwards and backwards, side to side, around in broad circles. Your folds accommodated him so well, stretching to make sure he always stayed between them. At times you were almost sure you could feel them curling around him, to keep him there as a permanent feature. Tempting indeed, he certainly made walking more fun, and imagine the possibilities in History of Magic. He could get you off under the table without anyone having a clue!

Fred was becoming slick with your arousal, lubricating him into slipping and sliding into usually unattainable flesh you never knew yearned for touch. And because of George's pressure under him, his hold on those neglected areas of your cunt was positively sinful. You throw your head back, your hands on George's shoulders, tugging up and down to massage yourself against Fred.

"What is that bump in your pants?" he finally questioned, having snapped out of his shock.

"Just a sex toy" you reply earnestly, making no alterations to your position.

There was a sudden sting on your clit that made you yelp and stop for a moment. Fred must have bit you... and it was incredible. You wondered whether you could get him to do it again, "It's loves being in there while I fuck myself with it. A tool for my pleasure" You were bouncing up and down like a rubber ball, poking him to react. He still wasn't doing anything to participate, but it was fine. You were doing more than enough for the both of you. All he needed to do was be there as you pounded yourself onto him. Then, your continuous lifting and applying onto him made his shoulder lodge so deep inside of you, you let out a howling moan, crushing George's lips to yours in order to muffle the sheer volume of the scream. He pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against yours. You moan and put everything you have into the kiss, allowing him to dive in and taste you. George's lips began to wander, bitting, nibbling and sucking his way to your pulse. His hands came up to hastily undo your tie and shirt, pushing them aside to reveal your bare stomach. As he works your skin into his mouth, creating a glorious love bite on the swell of your neck, his palms fan out across your stomach. You take a sharp breath, as he caressed towards your bra, grinning against you when he notices it's the one he got you for Valentine's Day that unhooks at the front. Lucky coincidence, all your other ones were just dirty.

"I leave you for one night and you become a horny mess" George teases, his hands gliding down your sides to grip your hips. He nudged your legs apart, spreading you wider over your toy. Although he didn't take over the pace, he certainly sped you up. God you could have kissed him for knowing exactly how to whind up your pleasure. A shame then that his mouth was currently occupied with other things. You tangle your hands into his hair as he strokes your nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to suck it hard. Your head lulled back to angle yourself further into him, whimpering at how close your climax was.

Seemed Fred was just as desperate to get it over with as you were. He was now doing everything in his power to jack you off. He had somehow managed to grasp your clit between his hands, and paired with your thrusting it created a borderline unnatural amount of pleasure. You were screaming with moans. But somehow more importantly than all that, he had his leg plunged inside of you.

That was it. The idea had been toying in your mind this whole time, but now you knew you needed him inside if you. "Wait a second George" you breathed, perching yourself a little higher in order to stick a hand down your panties, pinching Fred so his arms were trapped by his sides, and sliding him, feet first, through your entrance, until nothing showed of him but his head.

Head back, mouth open in an overjoyed groan, something in you snapped. You didn't even have to thrust him in and out. He was twisting, his arms and legs were flailing in the little space available to them. The walls were hugging his every curve, likely trying to suction him to the back. It was the combination of George flicking your nipple with his tongue and Fred massaging your insides that had you finally unravelling. Hot, slick, arousal came dribbling past what little gaps Fred’s body provided, and you went limp in his brother’s arms with one final howl.

George straightened up to hold you close, stroking your hair until you were ready to stand on your own again, “Nifty toy you got there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite so animalistic” he chuckled.

Wiping the sweat of your brow off on your robes, you tried to make yourself look presentable again, smirking up at your boyfriend as you redid the buttons of your shirt, “Yes, well, nothing beats actual sex with you. Wanna go for a round two in your room?”

He beams, “Course! Want me to wait?”

“Nah, I’ll meet you up there” you gesture him away. Normally you would ask him to stay, but you had something to deal with first.

“Alright, see you in five” all excited, he ran for the door, then turned back just as he had performed the unlocking spell to give you a quick peak on the lips, then off he went.

Rummaging around in your shorts, you sigh as you unclog your hole, the contents stringing against Fred as you lift him to eye level. Merlin he looked awful. His fiery hair was stood on end, gelled up with your cum. His white shirt was practically transparent and clung to his abs as though it have been soaked in water. His eyes were a little bloodshot probably from liquid splashing into them, and his lips were rather swollen, like they would be after making out with someone for too long or too roughly. Just generally, your essence was rolling off of him in big globs. You placed your other hand to your mouth and giggled at his appearance, but he seemed the furthest thing from amused. His arms were crossed over his chest, a highly displeased scowl etched across his face.

“Oh don’t look at me like that!” you say, “If you hadn’t planned the robbery so terribly, or lied to me on twooccasions in the 8 hours proceeding it, getting me to write a whole 4 thousand word essay on things that were complete horseshit, humiliating me on front of Snape and—“

“Alright alright—!” He had softened up a little, averting eye contact, but you didn’t care.

“No! I’m not done!” That got his attention again, “Fred, you have been a dick to me for the past six years! Sure, you’re funny and can be sweet sometimes, but most of the time you don’t know where the line is! You prank me all the time, it’s relentless! And today you bloody pushed me over the edge. I had a perfect means of getting revenge and damn it I took it.”

He shrugs, “Whatever, I guess we’re even now”

You open your mouth to continue arguing but snap it shut when you realised what he had said. That really took much less convincing than you though, probably because you were feeling a smidge guilty for going so far in the heat of anger. It’s not like he orgasmed or anything... well if he did you wouldn’t be able to tell, his trousers were drenched, “Yeah, I guess...”

You waddled to the sink, turning both faucets on for lukewarm water, plonking him in the basin to clean off the sticky residue. You then hobbled into the closest stall to grab a wad of tissue and wipe yourself clean with it. Despite how absolutely caked in the stuff Fred was, you were still drenched. You exit the stall a couple of minutes later to find him completely washed down, "Right, let's get you back to your normal size, but let's put you in my pocket this time..."

"What a shame. I had really learned to call your vag my home" the sarcasm drooled from his lips.

You scooped him up, pinning him with a warning eye, "I'll put you back in there if you're not careful."

"Sorry sorry sorry!" he back peddled, extending his arms like a man about to be hit by an unforgivable curse. You gently lay him in your pocket, and snapped your head up to find Moaning Myrtle staring at you in disbelief.

"Umm..." the ghost muttered, for once in her life (or death) at a loss for words.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw here today, Myrtle" you warned, pointing a long threatening finger at her, "Not like they'd believe you anyway"

She nodded vigorously and dove into the nearest sink.

[that-lame-ghoul9000]

IZZY'S NAVIGATION AND INSISTENT RAMBLINGS🧭

There's a lot here in this little area. I'm sorry. Over the next few days I HOPE to have it all neatly put together.

Who I'll write for:

This list is scheduled to change at anytime. I write for characters I like who I feel comfortable writing for. If you don't see a character you like still feel free to ask me and I can point you in the direction of some great blogs who do write for them. I can do fluff and angst. I am still joining the world of writing smut but I don't have a problem with writing it.

-izzy

Harry Potter-

• Harry Potter

• Fred Weasley

• George Weasley

• Draco Malfoy

Stranger Things-

• Steve Harrington

• Eddie Munson

What I am comfortable writing:

• Angst  ◇

• Fluff  ♧

• Smut ♡ -Minors DNI. This is an 18+ blog. While I realize I can't stop you from reading it, be respectful of my boundaries and do not interact. And do not take any of what I write as any form of sexual education.

⚠️ In regards to Fred and George Weasley I will flat out state now that I WILL NOT write twincest. So don't ask.

🥳I am currently trying to compile a Prompt List for those 3 categories. If you have any you'd like to see feel free to send them to me in a PM or in an Ask. I also realize I accidentally shut my Annons off. I'm working to fix that. I currently do everything from my phone as my laptop went to the Electronic Bridge in the sky. May it rest in peace.😌

A little ABOUT ME:

I go by many names but the name I'd prefer is, Izzy. As I don't want to run the risk of anyone I know finding this. Writing is very personal for me. And my writing was always shut down or made fun of from family/relationships growing up. I have had work submitted when I was in school (anonymously cause she a shy bitch) I go by She/Her pronouns. I've only published 3 actual pieces of work. But I want to do more. I love writing and it's always made me happy. Unfortunately my ADHD brain can't focus long (which is why prompts would help exponentially) and the mean part of my brain wants to remove things immediately before AND after I post it because I'm afraid people won't like it

Ie: screaming "IM A FRAUD" at a 3 part series that I've finished. But I keep going back because I'm not happy with Part 3. So now it's been 4 months and I have people asking "uh where is it" (sorry I've left you in the ASK dungeon) It's a battle rn.

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I AM a safe place. You can always come to me for support. While I love Harry Potter and will write for it, I do not believe or agree with the horrible things the author has said.

Know that I love you all for who you are. You matter. You are valid. And you are heard here.

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🌜Izzy, Over and Out🌛

MASTERLIST

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Prompt List

Requests: OPEN/CLOSED

[tomurasprincess]

could i request a siscon shoto? please & i hope you’re having a good day!

Pairing: Shouto x twin sister Reader Warnings: incest, masturbation, panty theft, yandere Note: Consider this a teaser for a longer fic that I’m going to write about a twincest request that I got. (To the anon who sent the other request, I am perfectly okay with this topic and am going to fill your request. You just stirred up the muse and it’s going to end up being a longer thing.)

Full fic that follows with this is here.

This was so wrong, Shouto thought to himself as he keeps stroking his cock into a pair of panties. You were so sweet, so innocent, so motherly, and here he was getting off into your stolen panties like some deviant.

There was also the fact that you were his twin sister.

He can’t remember when he started having these thoughts about you, only that the feelings have gotten stronger and stronger. It was so hard to contain himself when he was around you, so hard not to push you into a wall and fuck you so well that you would only ever think about him. Only ever be satisfied by him, the only person in this world who would ever truly understand you. Your other half.

You had stepped up after Rei was hospitalized, choosing to take care of the family as much as you could. You never got the brunt of Endeavor’s rage, as he chose to focus more on his prized son, and that was a fact Shouto always appreciated. He would take every beating in the world if it meant you stayed unharmed.

Because of how much of your time was consumed by the family, you had never shown much interest in dating. At least until recently. You had started going on dates instead of spending the nights in with him. When he questioned you about it, you had giggled a bit as you ran a hand through his hair, explaining that you needed to have your own life too.

Shouto agrees, of course. But your own life should only consist of him.

“Fuck,” he sucks in a breath of air, trying to keep his noises to a minumum for fear that someone in the house would hear him moaning your name like a pervert. But your panties wrapped around his cock feels so good, the silk sliding easily up and down his length. He bites into the meat of his hand as he nears his orgasm, heels digging into the bed sheets as he feels his balls begin to tighten.

He imagines what it would feel like if it was your tight little pussy clenching around him instead, whimpering and begging for your brother to fuck you, to claim you. The thought alone is enough to have him throwing his head back, moaning out your name as he cums into your panties. He continues to stroke his length through his orgasm, milking out his cock until there is nothing left.

As he lays there with his cum staining his own twin’s panties, he realizes he’s going to have to do something. He can’t keep going on like this, not knowing your body as intimately as he should, at not being able to take care of every need you could possibly have.

And he knows exactly what he can do about it.

[kuro-morale-events]

Oct 6: Creator Interview

Meet @sempiternalailurophile!

@sempiternalailurophile is a writer and she specializes in romance and creature AUs!

She got into Kuro in 2008, when the anime came out, and stopped following the manga around 2011. In 2020, she decided to catch back up and decided she had to become part of the fandom this time!

Some other things we asked!

Q: What work are you proudest of?

A: It’s definitely One Way Home. It’s the only longer fic I’ve ever written for any fandom, and the amount of time and effort I’ve spent on it is much greater than for any of the others. Although the plot is not extremely complex, it’s still significantly more so than what is typical for me, and I’m really glad I have been able to write as much for it so far as I have. I have been able to explore a lot of concepts and ideas I find fascinating and interesting in this fic and I hope to continue to do so until it is complete.

I am also very happy that other people have been enjoying it as well. I never thought I would get anywhere close to the amount of people leaving kudos, subscribing, and leaving nice comments on my little vampire time travel AU as I have, and I appreciate everyone’s support so very much. It has really given me encouragement to continue to write.

Q: What ships do you have, if any?

A: Sebaciel is by far my favorite Kuroshitsuji ship. There’s just been so much build-up of their relationship in the manga that I can’t help but feel that they belong together no matter what, even though I know their story is likely to end in tragedy. I can’t stand the thought of them being separated from each other, and I don’t think either of them would be able to go back to living normally if they lost the other.

I do enjoy some other ships as well too, though. Cielcest is excellent and it’s probably my second favorite ship in the series. R!Ciel’s history of obsessive behavior towards his twin brother is so enjoyable for me, and I tend to enjoy twincest ships in general, so it was always likely that I was going to enjoy this one.

There’s a number of Vinciel fanfics and fan artworks I’ve enjoyed quite a lot, and really most permutations of Vincent, Sebastian, r!Ciel, and o!Ciel together appeal to me.

I also think Wolfram/Sieglinde and Agni/Soma are cute ships.

Q: What are your favorite tropes?

A: Ahhhh this is such a hard question! I’m just going to list whatever comes to mind. I think I’m going to focus on tropes for fics and not so much for stories in general, since it’s helpful to narrow it down a bit. I mostly like to read romantic and/or sexual-themed fics, so the tropes I’m listing will largely be in that vein.

I enjoy stuff like: possessive behavior, human/non-human ships, generally unhealthy ships, codependency, size differences, age gap ships, marking, biting, blood drinking, scratching, rough sex, characters being extremely devoted to each other, romantic behavior, lots of jealousy...hmmm...

Q: Do you have a routine for your creative process?

A: I don’t really! I probably should, but I usually just write when I am in the mood to do so, and I mostly write on my phone in bed. About 70% of OWH and the entirety of Deep in the Woods and A Different Sort of Game were written like this.

I usually don’t listen to music when I write as I find that it tends to distract me, but there are sometimes exceptions.

Q: What gives you inspiration?

A: I think the most inspiring thing for me is to read other people’s fanfics. Even when I’m planning to write something extremely different from them, seeing stuff that other people wrote seems to turn on some module of my brain that goes “hey, if other people can write nice fics like these, maybe I can write something too, and mine could be like XYZ...”

Discussing concepts and ideas with others is also very helpful! Sometimes it’ll cause things to occur to me that never otherwise would have.

Additionally, writing prompts and lists of concepts/ideas.

Q: Is there anything you're currently working on?

A: Yes! Many. sob

Chapter 12 of OWH

A Sebastian-raises-Ciel AU (this is still Sebaciel wink)

A teacher/student Sebaciel AU

A very problematic Cielcest fic set during their time with the cult

A short Sebaciel fic set during Ciel’s PTSD episode in the Circus arc

Q: What inspired OWH?

A: I can’t find the exact prompt now, but it was a Reddit writing prompt that was very similar to this one:

[WP] When a time-traveller becomes stranded hundreds of years in the past they strike a bargain with an immortal vampire to give them a change to see their loved ones again someday.]

When I came across the version of this that I saw before I started writing OWH, I had already decided I wanted to write some sort of vampire-related Sebaciel AU (because I wanted to write a bunch of blood-drinking scenes and I thought a vampire AU would suit this very well), but I hadn’t decided what kind of story yet. And then I saw a post like this randomly while scrolling and it was just perfect, something that was different from anything I had ever seen anyone else do as a Sebaciel fic and something that would allow me to structure the narrative so I could add in all sorts of details I love.

Q: Is there anything coming up in it that you're excited about?

Yes! There’s a few. A specific important discussion that Sebastian and Ciel will have, an incident where Sebastian will protect Ciel, Ciel’s 14th birthday celebration…though not necessarily in this order.

There’s also a scene coming up in the very next chapter that I haven’t finished yet, but which I’m looking forward to writing and posting very much! I hope it will turn out as good when it’s written as it is in my imagination.

Q: What's your favorite detail you put in one of your works?

A: Hm...probably Sebastian and Ciel having a relationship that is sexual and romantic, but where Sebastian also provides a lot of practical care for Ciel. There’s something about the mixture of these facets of their relationship together that I find absolutely captivating, and I like to put it in all of my Sebaciel fics.

Where can you find her online?

@sempiternalailurophile on tumblr, here on twitter, and here on ao3!

Keep in mind her tumblr and Twitter are 18+, and her ao3 content is for mature audiences. Go give her some love!

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Lucky - Leslie Cowens/Vernon Cowens - SFW

Title: Lucky

Author: Keith

Fandom: South Park

Setting: Their Hotel Room

Pairing: Fankid OC/Fankid OC

Characters: OC: Leslie Cowens, OC: Vernon Cowens

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 100

Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Twincest, Incest, Sibling Incest, Mpreg Implication, Male Pregnancy Implication, Death, Violence

Disclaimer: I own Leslie, and my friend owns Vernon.

Summary: “You’re lucky, you know that?”

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

So, this is for another drabble challenge for the FicWip server I’m in. I couldn’t help but write for these two, I love them a lot. They’re OC’s with my friend Mel ( @southxparkxafterxdark), two of our Alt!Verse Alex (Mel’s Douchebag/New Kid @nxwkid) and Pete’s kids. They’re the oldest two, a pair of twins. I just really love them, and Leslie is always super loud, so he’s easy to write.

Also, I am migrating to only posting to Ao3, and no longer uploading here. I am archiving this account. If you still want to see my fics, check Sunshinecackle on Ao3 or Writteninsunshine on Tumblr!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Lucky

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"You're lucky, you know that?" 

Leslie's words caused Vernon's head to jerk up, and he stared at the other man like his head was falling off.

"Lucky?"

"Yeah... You, uh... You've gotten me out of a lot of shit... There's a lot of times that I think if you weren't around to be my good luck charm... I probably would have died."

Oh, so /these/ were the kinds of cheery thoughts that went through Leslie's head when he was forced to lounge in bed all day. Vern chuckled regardless, shaking his head.

"You shouldn't make me push our luck so hard, then, don'tcha think?"

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AN: I had a lot for Leslie going on in my head, so I decided to do this prompt for him and Vernon. Leslie is not good at sitting still and needs a babysitter. Who better than the man who went and got him pregnant in the first place?

Prompt: Lucky