#that’s two wins baby!! oh and i brushed my teeth!! three!!

[tgmsunmontue]

I'd know you anywhere - 1/5

Set when Hangman first meets Rooster. Bradley and Bradford Bradshaw are twins. Most people know this. Some people need to be brought up to speed. Quickly.

Explicit out the gate. Also an everyone is alive AU because I need the softness when I’ve got two other fics on the go with DADT and canon deaths.

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                Bradley arches his back, presses his body into the hands making their way down his body. He doesn’t usually fall into bed with guys when he’s only just met them, he’s usually a wine and dine, take things slow, get to know them first sort of guy. But Seresin definitely hadn’t seemed to want that pace, and Bradley hadn’t found any reason to not just let it happen. He can be spontaneous when it suits him.

                They’d played pool, flirted with each other for over three hours, stroking the pool cue suggestively, pressing and brushing their bodies against each other accidentally before Seresin had invited him back to his place; well after Phoenix had muttered about him getting a room and not sticking around for a floor show.

                “What’s your name Bradshaw?” Seresin asks, lips moving against his neck and his fingers pull at Bradley’s shirt, tugging it out from where it was neatly tucked into his pants.

                “Brad… oh fuck… Bradley. God that feels good,” Bradley says, but Seresin is pulling back, looking at him with a quirked eyebrow.

                “Bradley Bradshaw?”

                Bradley groans and hides his face in the crook of his arm, lets his hips roll against Jake’s, hoping to distract him.

                “Yeah. You don’t know the half of it,” Bradley mutters, because he’s not bringing up his idiotic twin brother while he’s having sex. “Come on. Don’t stop.”

                “Think I’ll just call you baby, that okay?”

                “Yeah. Yeah anything…”

                “And I’m not going to stop. That okay?”

                “Yeah,” Bradley says with a laugh.

                Then they’re both shoving their remaining clothes off, and they’re both sweaty, the heat not helping. Seresin’s got lube on his hand, encircling both their cocks as they rub and thrust against each other; lying on their sides and facing each other so they can still kiss. It’s hot and messy, hotter and messier than usual with the summer heat, but it feels so goddamn good and he groans into it.

                “Jake… my name’s Jake by the way. Thanks for asking.”

                Bradley laughs breathlessly, murmurs the name back against his naked skin and then kisses him, saying the name over and over.

                “Good, well, I do need to know what name to say when I come…”

                “Mmm,” Jake hums, his hand and hips moving in tandem. “Well, I’m not calling out Bradley Bradshaw. Sounds ridiculous.”

                “Just Bradley’s fine…”

                “So is baby. Fuck you’re hot.”

                “You’re not hard on the eyes either,” Bradley says, and he lets his eyes roam over all the naked skin he can see, tan lines on his arms and neck, eyes dark with arousal, lips swollen from kissing, little patch of stubble Jake’s missed when shaving and he licks over it. He wraps his hand over Jake’s, glad he’s left-handed and that this can work. Applies a little more pressure and speed, close to coming after the hours of continuous foreplay and now hot and fast freefall toward coming.

                There’s nothing more than the hard-fast-urgent movement of their hands as they both race toward coming, a race that they will both win and he groans into Jake’s mouth, kisses him with teeth, bites and sucks his bottom lip and grunts as he comes, then feels Jake come as well, adding to the slick slide between their bodies which will be gross when he thinks about it in a few moments once the high of his orgasm eases a little. Right now though it feels good, great even, and he hums appreciatively under his breath; feels like he’s done a good job when Jake lets out a little huff of laughter when he grabs one of his ass cheeks with a sticky hand and grinds them together more gently just to enjoy the feeling of them coming down together. They continue to kiss, using a wadded up shirt to wipe themselves up a little and he wonders if Seresin, Jake, is angling for another round. He’s definitely not averse to it.

                “Fuck I needed that. Thank you…”

                It’s Bradley’s turn to huff a laugh.

                “Yeah, it was a real hardship.”

                “Mmm. Something was hard…”

                He laughs again, shifts closer and kisses him some more, feels the slick slide of sweat covered skin and wishes he could stay the night. Except he can’t.

                “I’ve got to go. If I’m not back my brother is going to worry. Or get me in trouble somehow,” Bradley says, because Ford would totally tell their parents, and he can’t deal with either of them right now. And he’s fucked if they tell Mav or Ice.

                “You want a shower?” Jake asks, and he makes it very clear that it would be with company, kissing up the line of his jaw.

                “Quick one.”

                “No promises.”

                The shower is not short, the warm water running out but the cooler water feels good against his overheated skin as he watches Jake get on his knees and suck him off. He’s really glad there aren’t neighbors close by, his shout a little loud and Jake looks really fucking smug. Bradley immediately wants to return the favor only to find Jake’s apparently one for multi-tasking and jerked himself off while blowing him. That kind of competency is hot, but he’s still a little disappointed and Jake kisses him, tells him to stop pouting.

                He takes the proffered towel and dries himself quickly, Jake putting a little distance between them now he’s clearly gotten the second round he was angling for. He pulls on his underwear and pants, they’re crinkled all to hell and he grimaces, knows time with an iron is in his future.

                “Ugh,” Bradley looks at his shirt, damp with sweat and covered with come. He hadn’t been paying attention at all and he cannot put that on. He looks up to find Jake smirking at him, holding out a clean shirt.

                “Here…”

                “Thanks,” Bradley says, shrugging it on. Sure it’s not got his name on the chest, but he’s only going to his base accommodation. Wearing someone else’s shirt is still far better than not wearing a shirt at all. He’s not working, in fact it had been unusual for him to even be wearing his khakis yesterday. Jake has only just pulled on clean underwear, clearly preparing to just go to sleep, although Bradley wonders if he’ll change the sheets after he leaves.

                “Give me your phone…” Bradley says, holding his hand out expectantly, and Jake’s eyebrow goes up again and Bradley really shouldn’t find that as attractive as he does. He steps close and kisses him again, takes the phone out of Jake’s hand.

                “What do you want my phone for?”

                “I’m putting my number in. And then I’m sending myself a message so I’ve got your number… Hope that’s okay.”

                “Yeah. Of course. You want to do this again?”

                “I want to do more than this. Dinner. Dates. All the romancing I usually do before I have sex with someone.”

                “You want to bother with that when you’ve already had the sex?”

                “Of course I do… wanna treat you right.”

                “I wanna have more sex,” Jake says, and he’s grinning up at him and Bradley can’t resist kissing him again.

                “That can be arranged too.”

                “Glad to hear it.”

PART TWO

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One

TW: nsfw, exhibitionism, violence, blood and gore and guns, trauma, death

“Okay,” Tom says, “you need eggs, milk, blueberries, flour. You writing this down, baby?” 

“Um, no, hold on. You’re distracting me.” You grab your little pink nurse notepad and a pen. 

“Distracting you?” 

“It’s not my fault you sound hot talking about pancake recipes.” You flush at your own boldness, at the heavy chuckle he gives you. 

“Naughty girl, I’m in a diner, you know.” 

“Oh, sorry. Crowded?” 

“Does this mean you’re ready for round two?” He muses. 

“Wouldn’t it be round, like, 6?” You tease, catching yourself literally twirling your hair and kicking your feet for Tom Ludlow, pen poised for instruction. 

“You just wait til I get my hands on that sweet little—hey, Jordan, what’s up? Yeah, no problem—sorry, old coworkers.” 

You cover your mouth to muffle the raucous giggle—now, you scold yourself, can’t turn all hyper feminine and cute just because of Tom. “Okay, and the pancakes?” 

“What? Oh, yeah, pancakes. Although, now I’m hungry for something else...” 

“Indecent,” you gasp, “I’m just trying to get a pancake recipe, and here you are being a scoundrel.” 

“If I was a scoundrel, I’d take the rest of the day off and come lodge myself in that chokehold of a pussy.” He has to be quiet to avoid the nearby patrons hearing him, but that low, hushed voice travels through the phone, into your ear canal, through your brain, down your body, and straight into your cunt. 

You give a little frustrated grumble and put your head in your arms, hiding as if he’s right beside you and can feel the heat of your skin and the tremble of your body. 

“She can give it, but she just can’t take it,” he tsks, and you hear that shit eating grin. 

“Can too,” you protest, whiny. 

“We’re not talking about my cock, baby.” 

Jesus fucking Christ, okay okay. He wins. He gets the dirty talk crown. You’d say that’s the only thing his mouth is good for, but you’d be very, very wrong. 

“Pancakes?” You try pathetically. 

Phone sex. It’s usually awkward, tense, strange. Tom Ludlow makes it seamless, and it’s one of his favorite things, as you’ve come to learn. “Mmm. Don’t act like it isn’t your fault that I’m rock hard in a crowded food joint. Oh, fuck, I know you love cockwarming me, baby, but imagine doing it in a room full of people. One of those pretty little sundresses you love to tease me with hiding us from everyone. You’d have to keep quiet for me, though, so nobody finds out I have you stuffed full.” 

“God, I hope some elderly woman is not seated by you listening to this—you’ll give her a stroke.” Your joking voice sounds more like your please, fuck me voice right now, and you’re rubbing your pussy against the chair lip like in highschool fucking math class with that one handsome teacher. 

“The only thing I’m stroking today is that needy clit when I get my hands on—“ his voice changes from sensual to frustrated, and the line goes blank for a minute. “I gotta go, baby, see you tonight?” 

“Yeah, see you tonight, Tom.” 

“Keep her wet for me.” 

Well, at least you know that won’t be a problem. Not even while you’re showering, shaving, touching up the paint on your nails, cleaning, soaking your feet in epsom salts, and pulling out the new pretty cotton candy lace lingerie set you bought for Tom to lay out for later. You burn some incense, feed the plants, brush your teeth, and then even do a face mask just for the hell of it. 

It takes a while for you to realize that you’re starving. Blueberry pancakes sound like heaven right now, and you have everything but the main ingredient—fresh blueberries, Tom had insisted, they need to be fresh. 

You could eat a TV dinner for the 8th time this week, ignore that grumble in your tummy that craves something light and fluffy and sweet, but instead you grab your keys and decide to head to the local corner store for some little, delicious blue diamonds. 

You know it’s ridiculous, that just walking into the store, you feel like you’re floating around on a little cloud. This is all Tom’s fault, of course. The euphoria of new love–fuck, you should not use that word. But frankly, you don’t know what else to call it. 

No one has ever made you feel this way before. Always, you had a chorus of warning bells in the back of your mind in previous relationships, warning you not to get too comfortable, not to think for a moment you could depend on a man to be good to you past the point where he’d finally gotten the gratification that he wanted out of you all along.

But Tom…Tom wanted you. And not just for sex, though that had been–and you had a feeling would continue to be–fucking amazing. You think back on the way you had cuddled in your bed with such a sense of fulfillment and peace. He made you feel whole, whether he was inside you or just filling your arms, and that usual sense of terror that fills you with such things is gradually fading to a dull roar. You know if it goes on much longer–another day, another hour–you’re going to fold and give in. 

Floating on your little cloud, you’re not really paying much attention, as you browse the shelves and pick out your ingredients. The blueberries look heavenly, and you cradle your prize in your hand, excited to put them to use–in your grumbling tummy. So when the sound of gunfire erupts somewhere in the little store, you are taken completely by surprise. All you can think to do is hit the floor, making yourself as small and flat as possible. 

Blueberries spill and bounce down the aisle. 

***

Detective Tom Ludlow is on the prowl. 

He knows he should let it go–but he can’t. It’s just not in his vocabulary. Detective Terrence Washington betrayed their brotherhood, and he fully intends to give his old partner a piece of his mind. A firm talking to. 

Ok. He might break his jaw. 

As young cops Ludlow and Washington had regrettably learned that nothing gets in the way of Law and Order like the Law itself. After watching bad men go free on the streets time and time again, they had worked together to administer their own brand of justice. So what if they walked slightly on the other side of the line? If it meant a piece of shit wife abuser didn’t get to skip back home just to do it again, or a murderer didn’t go free to hurt someone else, then they’d done a good night’s work. Helping people was what he’d become a cop for in the first place, and it seemed like using his knowledge and connections to more vigilante purposes was the only way real justice got done. 

Maybe a part of him had sort of known it might catch up to him someday. He hadn’t cared at the time. After his wife’s death…he hadn’t cared about much, except the job. It was all he had. But now…he has you. It complicated things, in the best way. He knows you’re scared. He knows you’ve had a rough past, even if you haven’t felt comfortable enough to tell him about it yet. Most of all, he knows…that you’re the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time, and he’s not letting you go. 

So maybe, just this once, he’ll keep a hold of his world-class temper, and not use the belt he’s coiled around his fist to protect his knuckles. The sound of loud rap music catches his attention; he turns to see a late model red Caprice, windows down, piloted by two men with faces covered with bandanas. 

In his gut, he just knows.  

He knows something terrible is about to happen, and he doesn’t have his sidearm because officially he’d surrendered it and he was supposed to be working the Complaints Desk right now. All he has is his backup strapped to his ankle. It’s a .38 special, just like his father carried, with six fucking shots and it’s not nearly going to be enough to go against the firepower these boys are undoubtedly packing. 

He runs into the store anyway, because that is what he does. 

***

The items on the shelves explode in the rain of gunfire. Cereal. Canned goods. Chips. Poof! You are covered in foodstuff detritus, and your ears are ringing, and people are screaming on the other side of the store. It all happens so fast, and yet somehow time seems to slow. 

You know you’re an idiot, but it is the sound of the screams that gets you army-crawling your way around to the corner of the isle. Someone might need your help. If they’re screaming–they’re not dead. And whether you’re in the ER or not, that means you have a job to do.

As you poke your head around the corner you see an African American man on the ground, his ebony dark skin splattered bright crimson with blood. One of the robbers leans over him, says something you can’t make out past the ringing in your ears. The man on the ground reaches up, swipes the bandana away with a clumsy hand. Says something forceful with what little strength he can muster.  

You see the shooter’s face, his handsome features a mask of fury as he shoots the injured man one more time in the chest. 

Then the shooters flee, racing out the door to their car, peeling away down the block. 

You are shocked, when none other than Officer Tom Ludlow emerges from behind one of the other banks of shelves, kneels beside the wounded man. 

“Washington, Washington, stay with me” he calls, urgent and panicked, a new side of him coming to light among spilled grocery goods and fluorescent lights. He feels the man’s pulse, and his face turns pallid and scared. You’re on your feet, then, running and slipping on a puddle of liquid, getting right back up and crossing what feels like a miles long distance to land at the man’s side. 

“Y/n?” Tom grabs your shoulders, but you shove him off. 

“Does he have a pulse?”

“No, are you alright?” 

“Call 911, get me an AED.” You press two fingers into a blood coated jugular, slipping off the mess of plasma, and then going back to feel for a pulse that isn’t there. 

Turns out Tom doesn’t have to call anyone, because two ambulances and five cop cars pull up to the storefront. As you perform CPR, the old familiar song and dance of cartilage tearing and ribs breaking and getting covered in crimson up to the mid forearm, police and firemen and other uniformed personnel flood into the store. 

Someone tries to pull Tom away, but he shoves them off and kneels back down beside you with an AED, knuckles bloody and glittering with glass shards from where he probably punched in a display window to get to the defibrillator. 

“Put the pads on him,” you tell Tom, lifting up your hands momentarily so he can rip Washington’s shirt right down the middle. You go back to compressing while he slaps the pads on, and switches the device. 

It lights up, that little pleasant ding a thick balm on your raging, acidic anxiety. STAND CLEAR, it says, just as the stretcher arrives. ANALYZING HEART RHYTHM.  

“Let me take over,” someone instructs, taking your place on the floor. “How long have you been at it?”

Tom speaks for you. “Twenty minutes.” 

Felt like two. 

NO SHOCK ADVISED. BEGIN CPR. 

“Put a line in.” Tom pulls you away. “Pushing epi now.” He picks you up, sticky from blood—or maybe that’s you. “STAND CLEAR.” You get a cradled police escort outside, and placed gently into the passenger seat of Tom’s car. 

“Stay here?” He asks, hand on your cheek, damp and thick. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

He shuts you in and presses the lock. 

[blossom--of--snow]

For @whatsabriard, who mentioned something in the group chat that I couldn't stop thinking about

Monday dawned harshly on Jennifer Edwards and Jonathan Hart.

Despite their early-morning responsibilities, they couldn’t resist getting lost in each other just one more time the night before, and now, as they rolled out of the same side of the bed, their penance began. On her way to the bathroom, Jennifer felt Jonathan’s eyes on her as she stretched, his pajama shirt riding up her thighs, but she didn’t dare look back, knowing the hunger she’d find in his eyes. One of them had to exercise self-control. She flicked on the portable radio on her side of the counter, hoping to be energized by a peppy song or two before she ventured out of their bedroom to find coffee.

“Do you want to shower first, darling?” Jonathan asked, leaning down to splash cold water on his face.

Disappointed to only find the traffic report to entertain her, Jennifer squeezed a dollop of toothpaste on her toothbrush. “Thanks, baby, but your meeting is before my interview at the museum.” Still, Jonathan dallied as she brushed her teeth, setting out his shaving kit and brushing his own teeth. When she finished, she saw Jonathan’s reflection in the mirror as he glided toward her, and suppressed a smile. “Hey, buster,” she teased. “No funny business.”

Jonathan assumed his favorite innocuous position, with his arms wrapped around her middle and his nose buried in her hair and neck, breathing her in. “Nothing funny. I just want to hold you for a minute. We didn’t get much time in bed this morning.”

Reaching behind her to comb her fingers through his hair, Jennifer giggled. “We spent too much time in bed in the early morning, darling.”

Jonathan frowned at a mark on Jennifer’s neck and kissed it gently. “You know what I mean.”

Jennifer loved it when Jonathan woke up like this, soft and clingy and exceptionally affectionate, but they didn’t have time to relish. “Darling, go get it in the shower. The sooner we get this day going, the sooner we can come home.” As a consolation, she scratched his scalp once more before letting go, and kissed one of his hands as his arms fell from her waist. “I love you.”

After three months of showing and telling him every day, Jennifer’s declaration of love still lit up Jonathan’s face. “I love you, too.”

Just as Jennifer turned to brush her hair, a familiar tune replaced the monotonous voices from before. “Oh!” she gasped, clutching her brush. “I love this song.” Thinking Jonathan had already rounded the corner to the shower, she started to sway her hips and sing softly as she combed the tangles out of her hair. As she neared the chorus, she caught movement in her peripheral vision and found Jonathan leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and grinning.

Jennifer was not deterred.

On impulse, she brought the brush to her lips and unbuttoned the top button on his pajama top, beaming when a slack-jawed stare replaced Jonathan’s grin. “Because we’re goin’ to the chapel, and we’re gonna get married. Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married. Gee I really love you, and we’re gonna get married. Goin’ to the chapel of love.”

She’d danced over to him by now, shaking out her tamed hair, interrupted only once by a brief fit of giggles, and stopped for a quick kiss before loosening another button and backing out of the bathroom.

This time, Jonathan caught on quickly and followed her.

Jennifer squealed and laughed as Jonathan grabbed for her, and slipped just out of reach. “Bells will ring, the sun will shine, whoa. I'll be his and he'll be mine. We'll love until the end of time, and we'll never be lonely anymore.” Backed against the edge of the bed, Jennifer had no choice but to let Jonathan grab her rocking hips and tackle her onto the bed. Laughing hysterically, they rolled around until Jennifer achieved victory by pinning him beneath her and holding his arms down by his wrists.

“Ha! I win!”

“Congratulations,” Jonathan teased, his voice dripping his with sarcasm. When Jennifer released his hands, he pulled her closer to him and roved his hands over her back, his expression suddenly more somber. “How does the end go?”

Jennifer gazed into her fiancé’s eyes, the eyes of a man who had once been a boy who thought no one would ever want him. “We’ll never be lonely anymore,” she whispered, tracing his cheek with the backs of her fingers. Suddenly, nothing seemed more important than making him believe her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, so when she kissed him in a way that more than conveyed her determination, she thought, To hell with the meetings. We’re gonna get married.

[hhughes]

⭑     …     ❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 ❞ ; jack hughes

𝓹airing , fem!gf!reader x jack hughes

in which jack’s gf is worried about her boyfriend and his injuries. contains some curse words. mild angst.

꒰ 𝓷ote , this has to be one of my favourite things i’ve ever written. oh to take care of jack after a rough game . . . ꒱

you release a shaky breath, the tip of your thumb between your teeth as you bite your nail nervously. the lump in your throat only grows twice the size as your eyes stay locked on the devils' bench where a trainer was talking into Jack's ear, an uneasy expression on his face as he holds his hand out so they could tape it.

there was no doubt that he was gonna go out there again. they could tell him his fingers were broken, or on the verge of falling off and he'd still want to finsish the last 5 minutes of this game. and a part of you understood that. it was the Rangers, it was the first home game after a horrible road trip and Jack wanted to finish the game off strong.

your heart remained in your throat the remaining minutes, unable to appreciate the rest of the game until the buzzer sounded, the Devils' winning 6-2. this was only Jack's 3rd game back from a previous injury that you knew he wasn't completely healed from. you had urged him to take a few more games but when the Devils' losing streak extended to 7 games, Jack had insisted that he was ready to return.

this wouldn't be the first time you're anxious over Jack playing through an injury, or getting one during the game and just acting like it never happened. nor would it be the first time the two of you would inevitably have an argument about it later. however thoughts of arguing were pushed far back when Jack and Luke made their way out of the locker room, the usual post-win spark missing from your boyfriend's eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck.

you give Luke a quick smile over Jack's shoulder before pulling out of the hug and grabbing both of Jack's hands, unsure which one was the victim of tonight's escapades.

"I'm okay baby. It's just a little slash. they're not even broken, look," he says and wiggles his fingers in a little wave that gets him an amused little smile from Luke, one he was hoping to get from you but instead your lips pull down a little further and you pull away from his touch completely.

"This isn't funny Jack. I don't care if they're not broken, you were obviously in pain. And there was no reason for you to go out and play those last six minutes. You guys were leading by four." you try to keep your voice steady while berating him but by the way his eyes soften he probably heard the worry in your tone.

Jack sighs as his gaze moves from you to his little brother akwardly shifting around, trying to make it seem like he's not listening but obviously hearing every word.

"Let's not do this here, we can talk about it at home," Jack pleadingly states, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he interlocks your fingers and make your way towards his car, Luke trailing silently behind you two.

The silence from the drive follows the three of you into the apartment, Luke mumbling something about going to bed and you and Jack retreat to your bedroom as well.

"Are you gonna say what you wanna say or are you gonna continue throwing death glares my way the whole night?" Jack asks, exhaustion prevelent in his gaze as he takes a seat on his side of the bed.

"I'm not gonna say anything, we both know you never listen when it comes to this anyway. It's pointless, can we just go to bed please?" you say and Jack's eyes widen at the resignation in your tone.

After getting into night clothes and brushing your teeth, you and Jack lay side by side, your breathing the only sound in the room. Usually Jack would pull you closer to him by now, falling asleep the moment the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, but he's not sure you want him to touch him right now.

"This is my job. You knew how much I loved hockey when you started dating me." Jack says quietly, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you love it more than you love yourself? More than you love me?" you whisper, the words getting caught in your throat because you're afraid the answer might be yes.

"Are you asking me to choose between the sport I love and the woman I love? Because the answer would be you in every lifetime. And I'd give it up for you, but I can't promise you a little part of me won't resent you for it." Jack whispers back, the words barely audible as if that's a confession he's never even thought about, never mind verbalized.

"I'm not asking you to give it up," you answer and you hear his relieved sigh.

"I'm just asking you to love yourself a little more. Take the extra game off if you need it. Spend the last six minutes on the bench when your team is winning by 4 goals and you're injured. You only have one body Jack, and you're not going to be 22 forever, take care of it. You don't have to do everything by yourself you know? You can't win on your own, let your teammates carry some of that burden. Let me take care of you. Is that too much to ask?" you ask desperately, turning your head to look at him.

"No baby, it's not." he says, pushing himself up on one elbow so he's laying on his side and looking down at you, resting his other hand on your stomach.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm not supporting your dreams," you whisper, tearing up a little and Jack's heart squeezes tight.

"You're my number one supporter, babe. Always. I know that. It's why you're so worried about me. And I understand and I can't promise you I won't do what I did tonight ever again, because I'm me, and I'm bound to mess up, but I promise I'll try my hardest to be careful and take care of myself okay?" he says softly, kissing your tears away, and pulling you on top of him as he lays on his back.

"I love you so much," you say kissing his chest.

"I love you the most," he whispers back, squeezing you tight, as both of you drift off the sleep.

The next morning Jack leaves you sleeping in bed, and sneaks out to the kitchen where Luke's already making pancakes.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, not bothering to say good morning.

"Giving you a head start on your apology breakfast," Luke answers and Jack can't help but feel a pang of affection for his little brother.

As much as Luke likes to pretend he was doing this to help Jack, he was really doing it to help you. Luke could see how upset you were last night and he wanted to do something nice for you.

"Aww Lukey," Jack coos ruffling Luke's hair on his way to the fridge.

"If you didn't make my sister upset every weekend, we wouldn't have to get up at this ungodly hour each time," Luke mumbles and Jack freezes at the word 'sister'.

"Sister?" Jack asks

"I uh- may or may not have accidentally saw that you ordered her ring." Luke stutters and Jack's eyes narrow.

"Saw it where?" Jack questions walking closer.

"Um-" Luke swallows nervously

"Saw it where?" Jack asks again, picking up the spoon and holding it towards Luke's throat like one would a knife.

"Jesus Jack. Fine Quinn told me." Luke admits, breathing a little easier when Jack lowers the spoon, even though it was never really that threatning.

"How the fuck does Quinn know?" Jack whisper-yells.

"Trevor told him."

"Fucking Trevor. Can never tell him shit. I'm gonna kill him," Jack replies, while Luke silently questions why Quinn and Trevor were even talking to each other.

"For what it's worth, I can't wait until she's officially part of the family. I think she's perfect for you and I'm so beyond happy for you." Luke says and Jack immediately pulls him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you," Jack says softly as they hear soft footsteps approaching.

"Aw," you say taking in the sight of the two brothers hugging.

"What are you doing up? You're supposed to sleep in on your off days," Jack says walking over and pulling you into his arms.

"So are you. I woke up cause your phone was ringing," you answer handing it to him.

"Who was it?" he asks, putting it on the counter without even looking at it and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Trevor," you reply

"Fucking Trevor,"

[mars-ipan]

pros of week-long anxiety attack: less afraid of throwing up

cons of week-long anxiety attack: literally everything else holy shit i hate it with my life

[childeaether]

venus.

cw: 18+ only, xiao/f!reader, law school au, enemies to lovers, rough sex, dumbification, degradation

wc: 2.5k

it was getting late. well, it got late about two hours ago. now midnight was approaching at an annoyingly fast rate. you were exhausted, xiao was irritable, and the report was nowhere near done. it was a miracle that no one had come by to lock up the study room for the night.

“this case doesn’t make any sense,” you griped, typing aggressively on your laptop. xiao sighed.

“you’ve said that three times in the last thirty minutes. i get it,” he said flatly. you shot him a look. your professor had to be some kind of sadist. you and xiao had hated each other since the first day of class. rarely did a lecture go by without the two of you arguing- whether it was about law or the color of the sky.

“read this,” you said, turning your laptop towards him. his eyes narrowed as he read over the report, which you’d rewritten twice now. he shook his head as he approached the end.

“your reasoning doesn’t make any sense. you’re just mentioning another case to make the holes in your argument look smaller,” he said. “and the fuck does the implied powers have to do with anything?”

you snatched your laptop back. “at least i’m putting ideas out there. you’ve been rereading it for, like, forty five minutes.”

he rolled his eyes. “right. why analyze the case to further understand it when you could just spew bullshit and pray something is right?”

you groaned in frustration. “this case is at least a century old. you’re not supposed to ‘further understand it.’ the whole point of the assignment is torture us mentally.”

“the whole point of the assignment is to challenge us,” he shot back, “something you will have to get used to if you want a fucking law career.”

you slammed your laptop shut. “i get it, you think i’m stupid-”

“i don’t think you’re stupid, i think you’re fucking lazy.”

you snorted, but there was no humor in it. “i’m lazy, but you haven’t written shit. got it.”

he stood. “listen, i’m sorry that you weren’t paired with your little boyfriend, but-”

“my little boyfriend?” you said, incredulous. “what are you even talking about?” you got to your feet, too. the two of you were ticking time bombs, trapped in each other’s space. as always.

“that ginger you sit next to. don’t act like i’m wrong,” he snapped, “you two are so fucking obvious.”

you laughed in disbelief. “jesus christ, you are such an asshole. his name is childe. you’ve known him an entire semester-”

xiao cut you off, “you’re unbearable around him. that stupid high pitched giggle you do? it gives me a fucking headache-”

“laughing at his jokes means i’m fucking him?” you didn’t even realize that you’d raised your voice.

“you dumb yourself down for him,” xiao said. “it’s infuriating. you can have anyone you want, why do you settle for that moron?”

“i’m not settling for him,” you hissed, “i don’t even talk to him outside of class! and so what if i fucking was? god forbid someone likes me, right? just because you hate me doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.”

something in his eyes changed. you suddenly realized how close your faces were. you must’ve gotten closer as your tempers escalated.

“you are stupid,” he said, softly. before your rage took hold, he continued, “i.. don’t hate you.”

you scoffed. “yeah, right,” you said, starting to back away. his hand caught your shoulder, gentle but firm. the earth stopped turning. he’d never looked at you like this before. like you were more than a nuisance. much more.

it clicked. oh.

“what did you mean by.. what you said a second ago?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “that i.. can ‘have anyone i want?’” your heart was beating fast, and it wasn’t caused by rage, this time.

for a moment, xiao looked vulnerable. “we don’t have to talk about this,” he whispered. “i know that we argue a lot, and i know that i can be a dick, but- i don’t hate you. i don’t.”

your heart was caught in your throat. “how do you feel about me?” you breathed.

his cheeks reddened. he clearly wasn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable, especially in front of you. “it’s complicated,” he said. “it’s not necessarily how i feel about you, but how you make me feel.”

a small smile creeped onto your lips. “well.. what are you involuntarily feeling?”

your smile seemed to relax him, if only slightly. he sighed. “i’ve been asking myself the same question for months. i mean, you always annoyed me- especially in the beginning. but, as time went on, i don’t know.. i started noticing little things.

“like the look in your eye when you’re winning an argument. or the one when you’re losing. how you bite your lip when you’re focused on something..” he trailed off. he looked up, finally meeting your eyes.

“like i said, it’s complicated,” he murmured. “but whatever i was feeling was.. warm. pleasant, even if i didn’t want it to be. then, you started hanging out with that childe guy, and these feelings went from warm to… hot. like a, a burning sensation, in my chest.”

just thinking about it seemed to frustrate him. “he made you laugh. you didn’t look at him like you wanted to kill him. i mean, you liked him. and i couldn’t stand it, because-”

he cut himself off, trying to muster up the courage to say whatever was about to come next. “i couldn’t stand that you would never see me the way you saw him.” his breathing was shaky. it made your heart ache.

your faces were so close.

“it drives me insane,” he continued. “you drive me insane. and i just want to-”

you cut him off, capturing his lips in a desperate, long-awaited kiss. he jumped at first, shocked, but melted into it before too long. his hands found themselves on your hips, gripping them firmly. pulling you closer to him. you tangled your fingers in his hair, relishing in the deep groan that escapes him when you tug on the strands.

he bit your lip as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. you whined and gasped for breath. you brought a hand to his cheek, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” you whispered. his fingers dug into your waist.

“you’re not fucking childe?” he said. god, his eyes.

you shook your head.

“good.”

just like that, he was on you again. the kiss was rougher this time, hotter. teeth nipped at lips, tongues prodded at one another, hands made their way up your shirt. xiao pulled away briefly to remove it. he pushed you up against the desk as his lips chased yours once again. you had no objections, dizzy with lust.

he shoved a thigh between your legs and you moaned as he pressed it against you.

“god, look at you,” he whispered, his teeth against your neck. he moved his thigh, and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against it. there was an almost sinister look in his eye. it was sadistic, but adoring. your heart was fluttering in your chest.

“aw, baby,” he cooed, “i’ve hardly touched you. do you really need it that bad?” that condescending tone did something to you. a familiar fog was starting to form in your head. “i guess i should’ve seen this coming. smart girls like you love to be turned into dumb sluts in bed, right?”

a shiver ran down your spine. before you could respond, he moved his ground his thigh against you. an embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped your throat. “yeah, that’s what i thought,” xiao teased, sinking his teeth into your collarbone. your nails dug into his shoulder.

suddenly, he pulled away. you whined pitifully at the loss of contact, but the disappointment didn’t last long. your heart skipped a beat as you realized xiao had pulled away to take off his belt. that fog was getting hard to ignore.

he noticed you staring. “bend over the desk,” he commanded, “and hike up your skirt for me.”

as if your panties weren’t soaked enough before.

nervously, you bent yourself over the desk and pulled your skirt up, exposing the silk panties you had on underneath. they were genuinely comfortable. xiao picked a good day to confess.

you heard him inhale sharply behind you, taking you in. “fuck,” he whispered, running a hand up your thigh. you couldn’t help but squirm. “you’re already so wet i can see it through your panties. does it turn you on when i tell you what to do?”

two fingers traced the outline of your pussy over your panties. “or maybe it was the ‘dumb slut’ part, hmm?”

you moaned helplessly, wriggling your hips. “xiao, please,” you begged, “hurry up, i- i want it.”

“be patient,” he replied. you felt lips press against your inner thigh. your skin felt like it was on fire, his lips burning a trail everywhere they touched. you whimpered and squirmed, desperate.

“please, just- fucking get on with it,” you cried. your cunt was aching. you’d imagined xiao fucking you on shameful, lonely nights. especially on days like this, when the two of you had been at each other’s throats. and now it was here. real.

“god, please-”

“shut the fuck up, slut, or i’ll rip these panties off and gag you with them,” he growled. the fog won. you felt yourself melt into the desk, into submission. your hips stilled, and you bit your lip to keep from whining. every second that passed felt like a lifetime.

finally, he pulled your panties down, exposing your dripping sex. you gasped at the sensation of cold air against you. it only made you feel hotter.

he ran his middle and index finger up and down your folds, maddeningly slow. god, it was hard to keep quiet. you could hardly think about anything but xiao, xiao’s fingers, xiao’s dick.

you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers began to circle your clit. they were slow and gentle; you needed them to be more.

“you’re so beautiful,” xiao whispered. you hung on to his every word. “i want to take my time with you, and i promise i will, later.. but right now, i can’t help myself.” he took your wrists into one hand, holding them behind your back. he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued, “i’m going to fuck you senseless.”

you cried out as he plunged two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out roughly. it was a relief, but it wasn’t enough. you tried to grind your hips onto his fingers to no avail. “and you’re going to take what i give you, aren’t you, baby?” he said, kissing a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.

“because you’re my good, stupid slut.” he added a third finger and curled them inside you, finally hitting the sweet spot he’d been searching for. you let out a low moan at the sensation. “you think you’re so smart, but look at you. trying to fuck yourself on my fingers. if i’d known this is all it takes to shut you up, i would’ve done this a long time ago.”

you mumbled out a pathetic, incoherent moan. you couldn’t even argue with him, you were so desperate.

“it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispered. “i’ve got you. i’ll give you what you want. you just have to ask.”

you knew what that meant. “please,” you begged, “please- fuck me, xiao! i want it so bad, i’m so..” you trailed off, trying to hang on to your train of thought as he twisted his fingers inside you. your sentence became a string of incoherent please’s.

luckily for you, xiao was nearing the limit of his control. “good girl,” he said. you heard shuffling behind you as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to your cunt. his grip on your wrists tightened. “take a deep breath, baby.”

he thrust his hips forward and finally, he was inside you. it stung at first, but you adjusted quickly. when he felt you relax, he pulled your wrists toward him, using them as leverage to better fuck into you.

“oh, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you moaned, relishing in the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. every thrust had you seeing stars.

“fuck, you feel so good,” xiao hissed, picking up the pace. he pressed kisses down your spine. “so pretty, such a good girl. you like being fucked rough like this, baby? is this what you needed?”

you let out another string of whimpers, nodding desperately. “it’s so good,” you slurred, “i’m close.”

he released your wrists to grab your forearm, pulling you up, against his chest. this angle was somehow better than the last, directly targeting that sweet spot he’d only been brushing before. “oh, yes! right there!” you cried.

xiao let out a growl, fucking you harder than before. “that’s right, you stupid slut. fucking take it,” he snarled, biting into your neck. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded feverishly, no longer bothering to quiet the little noises he forced out of you with each thrust. “yes, god, please,” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, thrusting inside you again without missing a beat. you grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to stay grounded. “tell me what you are,” he said, hardly louder than a whisper.

your cheeks were burning. you knew what he meant. in any other circumstance, you would’ve fought him on it, or at least tried to. but you’d never had dick this good in your life. you weren’t about to disobey him.

a thumb hovered above your clit. “tell me what you are,” he repeated, his gaze unwavering. you couldn’t resist him if you tried.

“i’m a dumb slut!” you cried, tears running freely now. he brought his thumb down, rubbing in time with his quick, rough thrusts. your eyes rolled back as you came, cunt clenching down desperately, legs shaking around his waist.

xiao was quick to follow, cumming inside you with a low, gravelly groan as he pulled your hips against him. you whined at the feeling.

as he came down, he pressed his lips to yours again, much gentler than he had earlier. you kissed him back, slowly gathering your bearings.

when you pull away, he peppers your cheeks with light kisses. “you were so good,” he whispered, “so good for me.” you hummed happily, capturing his lips once more.

he pulled out of you, much to your dismay. before you could demand another round, you were hit with a sudden realization. “oh, fuck,” you said, frantically pulling your shirt over your head.

his eyes widened and he put a hand on your arm. “what is it? what’s wrong?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. it was a cute look on him.

“the fucking case report,” you grumbled.

he grinned and gently tugged you back to his chest. “don’t worry. i can fix your half in, like, thirty minutes.”

you shot him an annoyed but amused look. “you’re an asshole,” you said. he pressed a kiss to your nose.

“you love it,” he replied.

and you did.

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Hello!! May I request La Squadra dealing with a drunk fem reader? Thank you!

Oh, darling...these men are going to get you wasted for good! Be Prepared!Thank you again for your patience, as you already know, I had lost everything on this ask and this took ages to rewrite. A great thanks to my friend @bennycake who supported me through this chaos.

Tequila,Sale e Limone-La Squadra x Drunk Fem! reader!

TW: Alcohol, curses, blasphemies, heavy drugs, violence, sexual harassment, r-slur, f-slur

Formaggio

Everything started when Formaggio screamed:

“ANNAMO A VIVERE” which roughly translates to ‘LET’S GET WASTED.’

You’re actually drunk because of him. And He’s drunk because of…well, him. Hanging out with Formaggio automatically means “getting drunk in a sport bar” and that’s exactly what he has planned for you.

The man takes you eagerly to one of his favorite bars to watch the soccer game, with him. Tonight there’s Lazio vs Napoli and there’s nothing a Roma supporter loves more than see Lazio soccer team losing a game against ANYONE.

You may not know this, but during soccer games, Italians usually consume gallons and gallons of alchol. Especially beer. Be it the Menabrea, Ichnusa, Peroni or that piss called ‘Nastro Azzurro’, during any soccer game, the average Italian would chug even some gasoline in order to stay high and full of energy for the entire match. The second thing you notice is that almost everyone has a cigarette in their hands, even the waitresses. After all, it’s 2001 and there’s still no smoking-free law in indoor spaces.

“Aò Barista!Ven a pijà i cadaveri! Chicca, Tu non stai bevendo. Dì a zietto Forma quello che vuoi, offro io, chicca. CHEVORRDIRE CHE VOI’ LO SPRITZ??? Io cor spritz me ce faccio i gargarismi!BARISTA! 2 NEGRONI PE’ LA CHICCA! E PE' ME 'N THÈ, 'N PÈ, 'N MÈ, 'N FÈ!!- SO’ ENTRATO ‘NA FASE RUM!!!”

(Aò Barman! Come and get the glasses!Baby,you're not drinking enough. Tell Uncle Forma what you want, it's on me, Babe. WHAT!? YOU WANT A SPRITZ? I brush my teeth with Aperol Spritz! AO BARMAN! 2 NEGRONI FOR THE LIL’ GIRL RIGHT HERE!-A STRAIGHT RUM FOR ME! I WAS BORN TO RUM!)

There is only one beer you are forbidden to order in any bar, or rather, you are forbidden to order if you are a man. Penalty: a collective lynching by all the male patrons present in the bar. The beer in question is the ‘Corona Extra'.if a man orders a 'Corona' will cause the outrage of many ‘alpha males’ and the poor bastard will be labeled as ‘frocio’ (‘f*gott)

“Guarda quella frociarola con la Corona-ARBITRO FISCHIA IN MEZZO A 'E COSCE DE TU' MOJE CHE DE FALLI SE N'INTENDE!!!”

(Look at that poor bastard with the Corona-PENALTY!!! THAT WAS PENALTY!!! THE REFEREE IS A FUCKING SELL-OUT DICK SUCKER FAGG*T!!)

This does not apply to women.

Although beer is the most popular drink, any spirits with more than three alcoholic bases is culturally accepted in any bar. So you have no choice but to drink and get wasted.No apéritif cocktail will be socially accepted.

However, Napoli wins against Lazio 2-1 and Formaggio takes the chance to order another round of shots while he keeps you sitting on his lap.

“DAJE CHICCA FEMO TEQUILA SALE E LIMONE CHE POI STASERA ‘ANNAMO A DALLAS!”

(BABE, TONIGHT I’LL GET YOU SUM' NOSE SUGAR! LET'S DO SUM' TEQUILA SHOTS WITH SALT AND LEMON!)

It's past one o'clock in the morning and the waiters are starting to stack the tables and take away the ashtrays, a clear sign that it's time to take off. Both of you have now reached a new stage of ‘drunkenness’ where you are left with only two options: Number 1 find a bed. Or more accurately, any horizontal surface to rest on.

Option number 2: Drink even more until the next morning. You can tell by the way Formaggio is rolling his third drum of the night that he has no intention of going home. Luckily you don’t have to drive.

However, After all those drinks, you can't walk straight, and you almost end up falling on the cobblestones. Eventually, Formaggio notices you staggering towards the no parking sign as you try to run away from him and decide to toss the cigarette paper he was about to roll and take action.

“Chicca, venime cor foco…Chicca?CHICCA! N’DO VAI?? AHÒ! CHICCA!! AHÒ, CONTO FINO A TRE: SE A DUE NUN STAI QUA, A UNO TE PRENDO!...Dai Chicca non farmi correre che nun c’ho la forza”

(Babe, pass me a light…Where-BABE WHERE ARE GOING? AHÒ! I'LL COUNT TO THREE: IF YOU'RE NOT HERE WHEN I REACH TWO, I'LL CATCH YOU AT ONE!....C’mun Babe! Don’t Run! DON’T RUN! I’m gonna puke!)

The man starts running after you and when he finally grabs you, He picks you up like a princess and puts you on his shoulders. He’s definitely having fun with you. After trapping you on his shoulders, He grabs his Motorola and starts looking at the phonebook contacts.

“ALE’! Ti ho presa, chicca!!Così non mi scappi più.Voglio proprio vedere come fai a scendere da quassù…Ora sai che facciamo? Ci facciamo venire a prendere e ci spariamo il talco di Pollon…mmh.. ci starebbe Biancaneve…No sticazzi. Quello si è già tirato pure le strisce der campo …LULU! Ce sta Lulù! Ora lo chiamo”

(ALE'! I GOTCHA YA GIRLl! I really wanna see you getting down from here... Now. You know what we are gonna do? We’re gonna get us some sugar, Babe! … Who should I ask? Ghiaccio? No way. I bet he’s already wasted his entire paycheck ...Lulu!Lulu’s free! He’s gonna pick us up!)

Illuso

After a 15 minutes wait that seemed like an eternity, you see an Alfa Romeo coming from a ZTL zone, drifting violently on the cobblestones and drastically stopping a few inches from the two of you. The window slowly lowers to reveal an annoyed Illuso. The man immediately glances at you in annoyance and then raises an eyebrow at Formaggio.

“Perchè c’è anche la figétta?”

(Why is she here?)

“Bella Lulù! non sarà ora di cambiare a sto catorcio di macchina che ti ritrovi?”

(SUP' Lulu, isn't it time to replace this wreck of a car of yours??)

says Formaggio leaning on the car door with both of his elbows.

“Preferivi forse tornare a piedi fino alle Vele di Scampia? Testina di cazzo.”

(Perhaps you'd rather walk to 'Vele di Scampia' district? You dickhead.”

“...Ma stasera semo da Melevisione allora! DAJE! ”

(...Tonight we’re at Melone’s??DAJE!)

Formaggio rubs his hands smugly. Everything is permitted at Melone’s house. Plus, the lavender man prepares phenomenal cocktails.

“alàgnite. montate su.”

(Get in losers, we're going shopping.)

Formaggio quickly opens the passenger door and immediately picks you up in his arms like a princess. Your eyes meet for about two seconds, his face is so close to yours that it feels like he's about to give you a kiss.

Without taking his eyes off yours, he grins languidly and whispers:

"Chicca, C'avrei da ditte na cosa ma se te limono faccio prima…”

(Forgive me for this, baby girl…)

…and then he shoves you onto the passenger seats nonchalantly, and he slips into them too, almost getting on top of you.

“Assicurami che non mi vomita.”

(Assure me she won’t throw up)

“E che te sembro, Allianz?”

(I don’t even know what an “assurance” is.)

Out of spite, Illuso restarts the car puts the gear in reverse, and makes a brutal U-turn without waiting for Formaggio to close the car door. The poor was this close to is just about to be thrown out of the car.

“MANNAGGIA AR CORE DE CRISTO!! PER POCO NON MI DIVENTAVO TUTT’UNO COR MARCIAPIEDE, TESTA DI CAZZO!!AO. MA LA PATENTE L’HAI PRESA COI PUNTI DER MULINO BIANCO???...Chicca, stai bene?”

(JESUS CHRIST ILLUSO!! I'VE ALMOST BECOME ONE WITH THE SIDEWALK! WHOEVER GAVE YOU YOUR LICENSE WAS BOTH BLIND AND A FAGG*T?? THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY YOU DRIVE LIKE ONE!!! Babe…Are you ok?).

Finally Formaggio closes the car door and in doing so he accidentally notices that one of the latest copy of ‘Tv Sorrisi e Canzoni has been left on the car dashboard still wrapped in plastic and slightly covered in suspicious white dust.

“...Lulù.Ma te sei già dato ‘na botta?Dove hai nascosto la Pollon?”

(Lulu, you’ve already snorted sum, haven’t ya? Where is it?)

“Che domande.Altrimenti dove la trovavo la forza di venirvi a prendere? Hey bambola, stai attenta a non rompere il sacchetto col tuo culo.”

(If not, where would I find the strength to come and get you? Hey doll, be careful not to break the bag with your ass.)

Answers Illuso keeping his eyes on the road.

“Perdonami angioletto, sto cercando la tua polverina...A te ‘a residenza nun te la daranno mai perchè c’hai ‘n culo fuori dal comune….”

("Forgive me,sweet angel. I'm just looking for your dust…)

Formaggio eagerly lifts your leg in search of some angel dust. The bag is no bigger than a cheese cracker, and it has casually tucked itself under your thigh. The man looks more pleased with where it's slipped. Suddenly, you see the expression on the man's face changes abruptly, from a smug look to one of irritation and confusion.

Formaggio brings the bag close to the window, trying to look through it by holding it up to the light. There is so little coke in the clear bag that it is hard to tell how much is left with the naked eye.

“...Ammazza.Ma qua ci saranno a malapena du’ strisce…Chi s’è inculato la neve?Io e la chicca eravamo pronti a fa’ la settimana bianca…”

(...Fuck...There’s at best half a line of coke left in here. Who's got the rest?? We were ready to get fucked up, but not like this…)

Groans Formaggio pulling you closer to him on the backseat. Suddenly he gets a brilliant idea. With disarming nonchalance, he slips the bag of coke under the elastic band of your bra, so he doesn’t have to keep it in his pants pockets without risking breaking the plastic.

“Il resto ce l’ha Biancaneve, ha detto che ci raggiunge a casa di Melone non appena torna dal casinò.Se vuoi c’è del Baylis sotto al sedile.”

(Ghiaccio has the rest, he said he'll meet us at Melone's house as soon as he gets back from the casino.)

Illuso counters by suddenly turning into Via Luigi Guanella, cutting off a Fiat Punto and not giving way to a couple of scooters at the crossroads, immediately followed by an echo of honks and ‘Chitammort’. After hearing all those noises, Formaggio decides to roll down his passenger window and shout:

“SÒNA 'N MEZZO ALLE COSCE DE TU' MOJE CHE CE STA PIU' TRAFFICO!... Illuso, Te prego, dimme che me stai a pija’ pe’ culo, proprio er Biancaneve?”

(HOW DARE YOU HOKING AT US WITH A FUCKING FIAT PUNTO??! …Illuso, please tell me you’re joking…Ghiaccio?Really?)

“Se tu pensi di essere incazzato, pensa quanto lo è Pro. Non si poteva fare altrimenti visto che è lo stesso Ghiaccio che ce l’ha procurata.”

(If you think you're pissed, think how pissed Pro is.We had no choice, Ghiaccio is our Eric Clapton,you know. )

“Mejo de ‘n carcio a li cojoni.. Chicca te che dici? AO’ CHICCA NON MI DORMIRE! RIPIJATE! Ce penso io…”

(Well, it’s better than nothing..What do you think, babe?BABE? BABE YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP RIGHT NOW! WAKE UP! Ok,let me do this…)

Formaggio notices you’re falling asleep because of all of that cheap booze you drank at the bar. The man sticks his hand under the car seats looking for the bottle of Baileys Illuso mentioned before. Once found, he puts a hand on your shoulder to keep you straight and shakes you gently.

“Aò, Bona de papà, adesso ‘taccate a sta bottiglia e ingoi tutto ciò che ti entra in bocca.”

(Now, hit the bottle and swallow everything that comes in your mouth!)

Formaggio says after opening the bottle of Baileys and pushing it to your lips as if it were a baby bottle. Illuso senses the double entendre in your conversation and makes a sarcastic comment:

“Che schifo diocane, sei così coatto che questo è l’unico modo in cui una donna ti può fare una pompa?”

(Ew…you're so lame that this is the only way a woman will give you a blow job?)

“AO.STATTE ZITTO LULU’! O quando scendiamo te do’ li schiaffi a due a due finchè nun diventano dispari….Bevi,Chicca! Bravissima!Hai fatto pratica?”

(SHUT YOUR FACE LULU! I’ll give you 2 slap in each cheek until I reach an odd number….C’mun girl, You can do it! Drink it up... You’re Chuggin’ it like a champion! Have you been practicing?)

“Comunque siamo quasi arrivati, piccioncini.”

(Anyway, we're almost there, lovebirds.)

Pesci

Melone's apartment is located on the 12th floor of Vela B in Scampia. Despite the dangerous area, the atmosphere inside the man's house is very warm and pleasant.

Prosciutto and Risotto have been there for an hour or so together with Pesci, and they have already sat down in the small living room. Risotto offered his teammate some Cuban cigars and while Melone and Pesci politely declined the offer, Prosciutto was already looking for a lighter in his jacket.

Judging by the scratching of a record player in the background and the trump cards scattered between some empty glasses on the coffee table, the whole evening has been rather peaceful.

After finishing his Americano, Pesci gets up from the sofa to resets Melone’s record player, as the lavender man quickly appears from the kitchen to take back the empty glasses.

“Mele, si nun te spiace io iess a fumare ‘na canna in terrazza...”

(Melone, f you don’t mind, I’ll smoke a joint on your balcony)

“Figurati, fa 'home si fossi a casa tua. il posacenere è già fuori”

(Don't worry, make yourself at home. There’s already an ashtray outside.)

“Grazie Fra’...”

(Thanks Fra’...)

‘Pop Porno’ starts playing in the background.

“Pesci. Non fumi il sigaro offerto dal capo, ma ti fai di quella robaccia?"

(Pesci. You won't accept the cigar offered by the boss, but you're smoking that shit?)

"Lascialo fare, il picciotto ha bisogno di una canna.”

(Let him be, the boy needs a joint.)

Replies Risotto lifting his head to the ceiling and puffing a few ‘O’s with his cigar.

Pesci quickly slips on his coat and hurries out onto the terrace followed by his teammates’ comments. Sitting on the hedge, he lights the joint letting the heat of the lighter warm his hands in the cold of the night.

After a few moments, the boy hears the sound of a pair of tires on the road. Looking down, he recognizes Illuso's Alfa. Then He notices you and Formaggio getting out of the car and decides to inform the others.

"FRAAAA'...è arrivato Formi con Lulù!"

(FRAAAA'...Formi has arrived with Lulu!)

"...Ti sembra che me ne freghi qualcosa?è Ghiaccio quello con la coca."

(...Do I look like I give a damn? Ghiaccio is the one with the coke.)

"... C'è anche la 'uagliona con loro...Poraccia, non si regge in piedi."

(... There's also the 'girl' with them...Poor thing, she’s so drunk she can't stand up.)

“GANZOOOO~ HA FATTO DI MORTO BENE A VENI’ QUI!”

(DI MOLTO! SHE’S HERE TOO!I was waiting for this moment…)

Screams Melone from the kitchen followed by the sound of broken glass.

Risotto

One way or another, Formaggio and Iluso manage to get you to Melone's apartment. Formaggio even carries you on his shoulders for a few flights of stairs while holding the bottle of Baylis in his left hand. In the end, you arrive safely on the 12th floor, maybe a little dizzy.

Standing in front of the door, Illuso ruthlessly pushes the doorbell, pressing it with his elbow instead of his finger.

“Riconosco la sonata, chist’ è Lulù. Si nun e' apriamo a' porta, sicuro che rompe pur chist campanello, proprio come da Formi.”

(This is definitely Lulu. If we don't open the door, he's going to break the doorbell just like He did at Formaggio’s!)

Risotto decides to do the honors of the house and after placing the Cuban cigar in the ashtray, he calmly gets up and goes to open the door, welcoming you with his intimidating stature. His black sclerae observe you from top to bottom.

Noticing your state of devastation while Formaggio holds you up to his shoulder, he smiles mellifluously at you.

“Mizzica’ picciotta, Quanto hai bevuto?Beddra Matri, che le avete dato?”

(Damn baby girl, how much did you drink? What did you give her?)

Risotto grabs both of your hands and holds them tightly to guide you all the way into Melone's living room without knocking you over. He gradually manages to make you sit in his chair. In the meantime, Formaggio and Illuso enter the house and are greeted by Melone, who, being still busy in the kitchen, directly screams:

“BOIADEH BIMBIIIIIIII”

(MY DUUUUUDES!)

“Assèttati picciotta. Moviti ddocu. Lu patruni di lu sceccu è lu 'ncritatu...”

(Sit down girl, don't move. It's easy to see who drank the most in this group…)

“Sera troiette.”

(‘Sup bitches.)

“Bella chicchiiii!”

(What up broooos!)

“Attia! l’avete fatta solo bere?”

(Hey! did you just make her drink?)

Asks Risotto recalling his teammates’ attention while inspecting your arms and eyes.

“Sì capo, niente di niente. Niente Prozac, niente acidi, niente Pollon.”

(Yes capo. She had nothing. no Prozac, no LSD, no coke.)

“...Ovviamente voi non avete mai un cazzo di niente. Dobbiamo aspettare che quell’altro mentecatto ritorni dal casinò.”

(...Of course, you morons got nothing on you. That’s why we have to wait for that mentally challenged moron.)

“Ciao anche a te, testina di cazzo.”

(And good evening to you too, dickhead.)

Illuso replies, giving Prosciutto the finger and heading towards the terrace to greet Pesci...and also to steal him a drag of Mary Jane.

“Pompa su li freni Pro, er duro vallo a fa’ ar cesso.”

(Stop being a cocksucker Pro, you're not that tough.)

“Hai voglia di scherzare Formaggio?”

(Are you in the mood for a joke, Formaggio?)

“Rambo, Butta ‘a fascetta e stai tranco…Se vuoi la polvere, prima devi trovare l’angioletto”

(Calm down, bitch. If you’re looking for the dust, first you have to find the angel.)

Formaggio nods toward you with his head. Prosciutto turns around almost in disbelief and immediately begins to undress you with his eyes. After scanning you long enough, he notices a small bag of cocaine tucked under the strap of your bra and gives you a mischievous smile.

With no hesitation, the man stops crossing his legs on the chair and opens his arms in your direction, the cigar still between his knuckles.

Prosciutto

“Capo, Falla Venire qui”

(Boss, bring her here)

“Amara a tia Prosciutto, non si sente molto bene.”

(Careful Prosciutto. She’s not feeling good.)

“Vieni dal tuo papino bimba, su, non ti faccio niente, avanti… Bravissimaaaaa…”

(Come to daddy, baby girl, that's right..You’re such a good girl…Come here.)

The man warmly invites you to come in his direction by motioning you to sit on his legs. As soon as he has you in his reach, Prosciutto grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, making you casquè just like in Michelangelo’s 'Pietà'.

Without taking his blue eyes off of yours, he brings the cigar between his lips and uses his free hand to slip the bag of coke from your bra, placing it in front of your eyes.

“"E questa? Bambina, non è bello nascondere certe cose al tuo papino...che bambina cattiva.Ma so io come rimediare…”

(And what’s this? Baby girl, it's not nice to hide such things from your daddy...what a naughty little girl. But I know just how to punish you…”

The man's gaze shifts for a second to the coffee table filled with scattered trump cards from the last game of scopa. His eyes are quickly back on yours and clearly say: ‘I’m going to eat you up’. The cigar is gently placed on the ashtray.

“Pesci. Passami una 500 lire."

(Pesci. Hand me a 500 lira bill)

Prosciutto commands, snapping his fingers and extending his arm in the direction of his friend. In the meantime, the man uses the pressure between his thumb and forefinger to open the tiny plastic bag.

“S-Subito Fra’”

(H-here it is Fra'.)

“Non muoverti, bimba...così..bravissima.”

(Don't move, baby doll...yes baby…just like that.)

Prosciutto whispers, intensifying his grip on your arm and lifting your chin with his little finger, so you can face the ceiling. After rudely grabbing the bill, Prosciutto rolls it up as if it were a cigarette and places it between his front teeth. The man's face sinks into your neck while his hand with the bag finely spreads the cocaine on your collarbone, drawing a very thin white line. All you feel for a few seconds is the slightest tickle from the passage of the 500 lira bill.

“AAH, Cazzo che botta! Ho detto, cazzo! che botta!!”

(GODDAMN, I SAID! Goddamn!!)

Suddenly the man's nails sink into your flesh while he still has his face pressed against your neck. You hear his breathing, it's beyond labored like he just ran a marathon.

“Sei stata bravissima, baby.”

(You did great baby.)

“Attia. Guarda che le stai a far male, Scimunito.”

(Hey. You're hurting her. Quit it, moron.)

Risotto decides to intervene by snatching you from Prosciutto's arms and towering over him. Noticing you’re in pain, the man examines your arm and shoots his colleague with bloody eyes.

“Prosciutto,Ti dugnu na boffa ca ppi daritinni n’autra t’avi a veniri a circari a scientifica.”

(I’ll slap you so hard I will need to come looking for you with the CSI to smack you again.)

Prosciutto is sweating as the tension is running high. But before the situation escalates and gets physical, the sound of a horn from the parking lot makes everyone turn to the balcony.

“Mo’ è arrivato er Biancaneve!”

(Ghiaccio is here.)

Says Formaggio as the sound of the horn continues. Melone exits the kitchen and sighs.

“Oh ma perchè contimua a suonare il clacson?!"

(But-Why does he keep honking?Is He deaf or something)

“Maremma Maiala, non trova la ‘hasa. Me tocca scendere”

(Maremma Maiala, now I have to go down the stairs. He won't find the apartment.)

Ghiaccio

Once reached the ground floor with a short breath, since there is no elevator at Le Vele di Scampia, Formaggio and Melone immediately find Ghiaccio, who is swerving across the road on his red Mazda as if he was Schumacher. With one last drift, the Mazda pulls up to a few inches from the two guys as the driver pulls down the window. Ghiaccio's clearly wasted. His pupils are completely dilated, and he’s not wearing his red glasses.”

"BELLA RAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…PORCODDÌO,SON TORNATO MERDE!!!"

(IT'S GHIACCIO BIIIIIIITCH. I’M BACK BITCHES!!!WHO WANTS TO SUCK ME DRY?!)

“Eccallà.”

(It’s him.)

Melone immediately leans into the car window and gets hit by a strong smell of vodka and vomit. A quick glance at the passenger seat, and he notices a Montenegro bottle that, unlike the driver, is wearing the safety belt.

But the smell is too strong. The lavender man immediately backs up, covering his mouth and nose with a gloved hand to restrain himself from vomiting.

"UUGH-Mi farai recere..Ghiaccio. La maiala dell’eva troia della maiala de tu mamma zoccola! GLIE ZONA RESIDENZIALE, T'HA INVESTIHO UN CICLISTA E SFASCIAHO 3 CASSONI DELL'UMIDOOO!! Voi ‘he ti sparino??Dove hai gli occhiali?Sei fatto, nini!?"

(EWW…I’m about to throw up…Ghiaccio! You retarded bitch. It’s 2 a.m in the morning. Stop making all this noise! You're in a residential area. You want to get shot? Where are your glasses? Are you high?!)

"Vecio, dovevi vedermi, ghesbòro cazo…ero al club e a na’ certa una bella figona s’avicina e se mete a 90 e-OOOOOOOOOOOOOH C'È SENSO UNICOOOOOO DIOPORCOOOOOO"

(You should have seen me,man I was at the stripclub and after a while a sexy chick came up and bent over for me, so she started to-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH THIS IS A ONE-WAY ROAD! DIOPORCOOOO!)

After hearing all that nonsense, Formaggio bursts out laughing and nearly rolls on the floor from sheer laughter. In the meantime, Melone is dumbfounded. Ghiaccio has started blowing the car horn again as if he were stuck in traffic, but the street is completely clear. Gradually, various lights start to turn on from the different floors of the apartments. Melone's eyes widen, and he takes the courage to approach the window again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! Ghiaccio me fai tajà!”

(Ghiaccio PLEASE! I’M DEAD!!HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA)

" Ma ’he tu fai- A ‘HI SUONi DIOBONINO?! Non ci sta nissuno!!GLIÈ ZONA RESIDEN-Scendi. SCENDI DA STA CAZZO DI MACCHINA. Non sei in condizioni di guidare…"

(What are you doing?! There's no one there!!! YOU'RE IN A- Get out. GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR. You’re too high to drive,gimme your keys…)

Says Melone trying to reach for the car keys in the car ignition but Ghiaccio quickly and angrily slaps his hand. He’s furious.

"TASI DIOBÖIA TU SU LA MI MACHINA NON CI SALI, Nasì proprio a cagar, ti, to fradeo e to sorea! 'Siete proprio dei rotti in cul', coca da mì? Zero. MA VA’ A REMENGO!"

(SHUT IT YOU STUPID CUNT! YOU'RE NOT GETTING INTO MY CAR, you won't get even 1 gram of coke from me. Assholes. SUCK MY BALLS!)

That being said, Ghiaccio rolls up the window, almost getting Melone’s hand stuck in between, then He turns the keys in the ignition and drives off at full speed while his friends are shouting and waving behind him. In doing so, Ghiaccio almost knocks off the mirror of Illuso’s car parked a few meters away as he rolls down all the car windows at once and starts screaming:

"PO-PO-PO-PORCO DIO! PO-PO-PO-PORCO DIO! OGGI HO VINTO SESSANTAMILA LIRE ALLE MACCHINETTE!!!"

(PO-PO-PO-PORCO DIO! PO-PO-PO-PORCO DIO! TODAY I WON SIXTY THOUSAND LIRAS AT THE SLOT MACHINE!!!)

“AHO’’ GHIACCIO! STAI FORI COLL'ACCUSO! ACCANNA MO’!”

(GHIACCIO YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A FUCKING SISSY! COME BACK YOU CUNT!)

Screams Formaggio, trying to run after him and stopping just after a few meters. Melone finally loses his patience:

“IR BUDELLO DE TU MA GHIACCIO MAREMMA DIAHOLA FRENA, FRENAAAAAAA!! DILA’ è STRADA CHIUSA! Sai ‘hosa?! LA TU MAMMA NUN LA TROMBEREBBE MANCO UN PADOVANO DA QUANTO L'È UN ROITO!! FA COME I DU BISCHERI DE VOSTRO TERRAZZINO DI MERDA! AMMAZZATI!!”

(STOP THE CAR!!! It's a closed road! You know what? VERONA IS NOT THE BEST CITY IN VENETO! Was your mother by chance Juliet Capulet? Cause she fucked the first man she found. Too bad she didn't commit suicide!!)

The Mazda brakes abruptly raising dust and debris.

“....Aò,mi sa che t’ha sentito.C’avrà la mamma di Verona?CE L’HA! CE L’HA!HA MESSO LA RETRO! CORRI BISCHERO! CORRI!”

(...Hey, I think he heard you. Is his mother from Verona? Oh shit, she is. SHE IS! THE RED LIGHTS ARE ON! THE REVERSE GEAR IS ON!RUN MY TUSCAN FRIEND!RUN).

Melone

Fifteen minutes later, Ghiaccio headed up to the apartment with the others. After knocking on the door as loud as Jack in The Shining, the man enters without asking permission followed by Melone who now has a big black eye reminding him never to talk shit about Ghiaccio's mother. Lucky for him, his purple mask covers it perfectly. On the other way, Formaggio is completely unharmed and is entering the house with the smuggest face.

“Abbiamo seguito tutto dal balcone!Che spettacolo troiette!”

(We watched the whole thing from the balcony! What a great show, bitches!)

Ghiaccio unceremoniously throws a brick of pure cocaine on the coffee table and begins to look around. In the meantime, Melone runs to the kitchen to finish the drinks he was preparing before he arrived. After a while, he notices that you're sitting on a small sofa with Pesci and decides to get closer.

“ Voi avete ciapato cassi per attaccapanni se pensavate che non l’avrei menato diocàn.. Ma tu si na masa gnòca, ghesbòro.”

(You're crazy if you thought I wouldn't beat him up…Wow. I didn’t know you fags brought a hot chick with you.)

Ghiaccio looks directly into your eyes as he sticks his hands in his pockets and pulls out the 600,000 liras he won at the slot machine.

“Spogliati.”

(Take off your clothes.)

He orders throwing the money at you. Formaggio immediately steps in, saving the day.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! Perdonalo, non ti ha riconosciuta, Chicca. Aò Biancaneve! Mettiti gli occhiali. È la chicca!"

(HAHAHAHAHAAHAH! Forgive him, he didn't recognize you, babe. Ghiaccio! Put your glasses on. You’re not in the strip club anymore!)

Ghiaccio follows his friend's advice and finally puts his glasses on. They’re really dirty.

"Dioböia chi t’aveva riconosciuta!”

(FUCK! It’s you. I didn’t recognize you.)

Shortly after, Melone makes his appearance from the kitchen, carrying a cabaret full of cocktails and starting to roam around the living room, serving each person their own drink.

"Siciliano pe' il capo…"

(For the Capo, A Siciliano)

"Grazie, picciotto."

(Thank you)

Replies Risotto with a nod.

"Pe’ Pro, Tequila liscia"

(Straight Tequila for Prosciutto)

"...Grazie"

(...thanks)

"Aò, in quali di questi ce sta la droga dello stupro?"

(Aò, Which one has the rape drug in it?)

Asks Formaggio while grabbing his Cardinale.

"Ie ce l'ho messa n tutti, tanto pe’ esse sihuro. Ghiaccio, Tra ninnoli e nannoli e so riusciho a fa sto troiaio de Spritz, però gliè bono baho!! Pigliane un goccio e dimmi chettu ne pensi!"

(In all of them! I don't play favorites. Ghiaccio look. I made you a Spritz, tell me what you think!)

"...Dioporselàso sei ci hai messo il Campari te facio un bucio anca nell'altro occhio e ti dò una testata nel cuore."

(...Goddamn, if you put Campari instead of Aperol I'll fucking punch you again and then I'll rip your heart off.)

Finally, Melone approaches you with a wicked smile, offering you a bizarre cocktail served in a martini glass. The cocktail is called Angelo Azzurro and is as blue as his eyes.

"tieni nina, un be’ bicchierino pe’ ‘na bella fiha"

(Here honey, this is for you, it's a new recipe.)

"Grazie."

(Thanks.)

Illuso steals your cocktail with no hesitation but it’s immediately stopped by Melone who covers the martini glass with one hand before the man can take the first sip.

"OI OI, Ma ‘he tu fai? L'angelo azzurro è pe’ la bimba, non pe’ te. Metti giù il bicchiere."

(OHI OHI, What are you doing? The Angelo Azzurro is for the girl, not you. Put the glass down.)

"E a me che cazzo me ne frega, scusa?"

(And who gives a shit? It’s mine now.)

Illuso insists and tries to grab the martini glass one more time from Melone's gloved hand.

"Maremma buhaiola, ho aperto quello schifo di Brut solo per fa’ sto troiaio de Negroni Sbagliato, ‘hè sei tarmente fighetta ‘he non riesci a bere quello co’ Gin…Adesso mi vieni a dire ‘he non lo voi e ‘he bevi l'Angelo Azzurro ,‘he pe’ la bimba e ‘he c’ha 6 dita solo di Gin!"

(Maremma buhaiola, No it’s not! I opened that disgusting bottle of Brut just to make you a Negroni Sbagliato cause’ your sissy ass can’t handle Gin! And now you tell me you don't want it! AND NOT JUST THAT, You also you want to drink the Angelo Azzurro which is made with 6 fingers of gin alone!)

"E allora? Se avessi voluto bermi un Negroni mi sarei preso un Negroni. Stasera ho voglia di Angelo Azzurro, quindi mi piglio l'Angelo Azzurro!Non starmi a rompere i coglioni! "

(So what? Tonight I'm in the mood for an Angelo Azzurro, so I'll have the Angelo Azzurro! Stop fucking with me!)

"Lulù dai, se t’ha detto che è pe' la chicca, è pe' la chicca…"

(C'mon Lulu, if he told you it's for the girl, it's for the girl.)

"La ‘chicca’ può bersi il Negroni Sbagliato, no?"

(The girl can drink the Negroni Sbagliato, can't she?)

Tired of the whining, Illuso snatches the cocktail from Melone's hands and swallows it in one gulp. The rest of the team looks at him in astonishment.

"te sí un mona. Un mona bello grosso."

(You’re Retarded. Definitely retarded.)

" UGH…coff…con…con cosa l'hai tagliato? Ha un sapore strano…"

(YHAK!.. cough... What.. what did put in here? It tastes strange…)

"’A INFAMEI!ER MIO E’ NORMALE!"

(SO YOU DO PLAY FAVOURITES! MINE’S FINE!)

“ECCOLO I BECCO!! TE LO DICEOH GLIERA CORRETTO!! MAREMMA MAIALA TROIA, CE L’AVEO GIA’ BARZOTTO…dello Stilnox sprecato ‘hosì! Poco male Lulù, vorrà dire che stasera tocca a te.I' gioco vole i' seguito!”

( YOU DUMBFUCK. HOW ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU I SPIKED IT?! I guess you’re coming with me tonight…I’m not gonna waste some good Stilnox like this.)

The whole gang starts laughing out loud and teasing Illuso who is now looking extra pale.

“Ti do’ un’oretta e poi sarai steso sul pavimento privo di sensi e non ricorderai nulla di quello che è successo.”

(I'll give you an hour, and then you'll be lying on the floor unconscious and won't remember anything that happened.)

“Un fa' ì ganella! massimo due orette, non l’aveo carcolato pe’ lui!”

(Don't be a smart-ass, the doses weren't meant for him. I'll give him two hours.)

"MORIRÒ. ME LO SENTO! HO PURE PIPPATO SUL TV SORRISI E CANZONI PRIMA! NON L'AVEVO MANCO LETTO QUEL NUMERO! NON SAPRO' MAI IL MIO OROSCOPO DI PAOLO FOX!! "

(I WILL DIE. I FEEL IT! I SNORTED COKE EARLIER ON A 'TV, SORRISI E CANZONI' MAGAZINE! I HAVEN'T EVEN READ IT YET! NOW I WILL NEVER KNOW MY HOROSCOPE BY PAOLO FOX! )

As Illuso collapses to the ground like the ultimate drama queen, Risotto puts a hand on your shoulder and says:

"Sùsiti picciotta. Ti riporto a casa. Cu vuatri fazzu i conti duoppu.Nun pensate di averla scampata"

(I am taking you home. I'll take car of you later.Don't think you got away with it.)

[nohoney]

mmm okay this just came to mind but domestic! Bakugou and just having a nice little sunday with him and your little family.

of course katsuki’s the first to wake up out of the entire household, six am on the dot before you and the kids are up. he does his morning work out, either a run around the neighborhood or just a decent session at the gym, he comes back home to shower just as you’re getting up and getting ready to wake up the kids. his kids can be annoying but goddamn does he love those little gremlins that he made with you, his two boys and a little girl.

the kids always want pancakes on sunday morning with a cup of chocolate milk but papa katsuki does not have it, they can have one or the other but never both unless it’s a birthday or something. it’s unfortunately one of those battles with your husband that you can’t win, he just won’t budge on it, so you at least try to make it fun by buying little molds for the pancake batter; dinosaurs for the boys and a kitty shaped one for the only girl.

katsuki teaches his kids manners right off the bat, even though you all give thanks for the food before digging in, he’s taught the kids to thank you again when the meal is over. “what do you say to mama you brats?”

“thank you mama!” your little kiddos chime together.

while you’re busy cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast, katsuki cleans up the kids and makes sure they all brush their teeth. he also checks to make sure that they have their rooms cleaned but he’s not a total monster about it. “oi, you’re gonna lose that toy truck if you leave it out like that.”

his boys like to play fight in the living room while his daughter is at her little tea party with her stuffed animals, and while he looks like he’s just watching tv he actually is keeping an eye and ear out on them. plus he’s low key basking in the glow of his family, his little brats and you his perfect wife.

at some point the kiddos are gathered around katsuki and they beg him to talk more of his hero stories, a censored version of course and only the ones that are appropriate. and while he’s trying to tell his stories with as much pg rating as possible, you happen to walk by in a nice little dress that flows around your legs just right. you haven’t worn a short dress up to your thighs since you’ve had kids, but katsuki thinks you’re just as attractive with one of those wrap dresses on also with that cute v-neck where he gets just a peak of your cleavage.

“go play outside.”

he sends the kids out into the backyard, their little screams of excitement as they climb onto the backyard playset that he built for them himself.

and while the kids are screaming out what games to play with one another, you’re trying to keep your screams in as katsuki has your dress pushed over your hips and fucks you from behind in the kitchen. “katsuki, the kids-”

“are fucking playing in the yard, now shut the fuck up.”

he pounds you hard, the slaps of your skin echoing throughout the kitchen lewdly and you try to keep your voice in when katsuki delivers quirked up spanks to your ass. hands on your hips, legs spread, pussy dripping, thick cock inside you, you think to yourself how lucky you are to have him as your husband and father of your kids. and then it spills out your mouth before you can even think about it, “i want another baby.”

oh katsuki is all for it, he pulls out to spin you around and hoist your legs up around his waist, you have one hand braced on the countertop for support and the other around his neck while he fucks into your sopping wet pussy. and you babble more about having another kid, you want to be pregnant again to which he responds with a breathy laugh of his own. “yeah mama, you fuckin’ love being fat with my kids huh? i remember you telling me that you wanted to stop at three, you love me so much that you’re breaking your own rules.”

you are, even before meeting your husband you planned on having three kids at most, but now here you are wanting katsuki to pump you full of his kids and give him a bigger family.

it’s only supposed to be a quickie in the kitchen, so he puts in double time to make the two of you cum together. you can’t help but chant to him get me pregnant, please put another baby in me katsuki.

oh he’ll put a baby in you alright, as many times as it takes and anywhere he wants to make it happen, doesn’t matter the circumstances of the conception just as long as you get pregnant. his first boy was made in a fancy bathroom at a hero gala, the second one in a hospital bed after a nasty villain attack, and your little girl was made in a quickie in the car just right before picking up the boys from the grandparents’ house. katsuki doesn’t know how soon you’ll get pregnant but he’ll give it as many tries until it happens again. 

“i’ll stuff you full of my cum, yeah? and if any of it drips out of your sweet pussy, i’ll just fill you up again.” katsuki grunts, his hips moving faster to get the two of you to the finish line faster. dirty words exchanged between the two of you, nasty filth passed back and forth until he has to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. your pussy clenches tight around him, going cross eyed as you pant into the palm of katsuki’s hand and cum all over his cock, your dress uncomfortably sticky against your skin. his cock throbs and pulses inside as he empties into you, a rumbling groan from his chest that makes you so weak for him.

it’s almost unceremonious how he carefully places you back on the ground, slaps your backside and kisses your cheek, tucks himself back into his pants after wiping the sweat off his brow and then leaves to go join the kids in the backyard as if he hadn’t just fucked the hell out of you just a few seconds ago. and while you get yourself together in the kitchen, the kiddos gather around him with excited calls of, “papa, let’s play!”

he’s already planning on sending the kids off to the old hag’s house next weekend so that the two of you can spend as much time as possible trying for baby number four.

[ladyfly]

Nightmare- Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Slightly spicy. You make out with Moon a little. The nightmare is graphic. It’s one I had as a kid. Talks about blood and meat. Also teeth falling out.

You are standing at the edge of a river. The water runs red. Grass dirt and trees appear to be made out of sticky drying meats. It quivers under your bare feet. Your arms itch. You look down and move to scratch them. Small marble sized holes open up along your arms.

Tiny kidneys fall out of your arms. The hole rapidly open and close expelling more and more kidneys. You open your mouth to scream and your teeth fall out like a river. You begin to choke on teeth as the fill your mouth. It's agony. Your arms burn and itch and your mouth is a fountain of pain.

Your eyes opened slowly. Exhausted you looked around the room. It's dark and quiet. Sun and Moon lay on either side of you. Your legs feel stiff with the need to move. Your nerves are rattled. You have to get up. You have to!

You wiggle out of bed. Sun and Moon are used to you getting up in the night to pee. Neither bot moves when you leave the room and go into the theater. You plop down on one of the beanbag chairs. The dream unsettled you. Your arms itch and you swear your mouth hurts.

You take a breath to calm your nerves. Someone sits down next to you making you jump. It's Moon in all his glory. Sporting nothing but a pair of boxers.

He smiles warmly "I got worried when you didn't come back. Are you alright?"

You sigh "Nightmare."

Moon wraps an arm around you "Put your head on my shoulder." He pulls him into you while standing up with you "Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh so tight." He begins to slow dance with you "Show me that you love me too."

You recognize the song. It's 'Put Your Head on My Shoulder' by Paul Anka.

Moon leans forward brushing his lips on yours "Put your lips next to mine, dear. Won't you kiss me once, baby?" He presses his lips to yours softly "Just a kiss goodnight, maybe. You and I will fall in love."

You blush "Moon, you really know how to sweep someone off their feet don't you."

Moon chuckles and twirls you before wrapping you in his arms again "People say that love's a game. A game you just can't win," He holds you a little tighter "If there's a way, I'll find it someday. And then this fool will rush in." His fans kick on and he leans his audio receptor to your lips "Put your head on my shoulder! Whisper in my ear, baby! Words I want to hear."

His voice is gravel and faint static. It never bothered you. You love his voice. You notice something. He's not wearing his hat. He usually has it on because people make fun of him for being bald. It makes you feel special.

Moon searches your face and locks eyes with you "Tell me, tell me that you love me, too." He twirls the two of you together "Put your head on my shoulder.Whisper in my ear, baby. Words I want to hear, baby. Put your head on my shoulder."

You pull him into a kiss. Your tongue dances around in his mouth. Hot metal meets you followed by his tongue. He's not overheating but he's getting there. Moon picks you up and carries you back to bed.

Sun is still asleep. Moon lays down in bed with you on top of him. He grips your ass and wraps his tongue around yours.

Sun stirs "We all have work in the morning. Go to bed. We can make love tomorrow night." Sun grabs your arm and pulls you onto the bed. He wraps himself around you like an octopus "Sleep!"

You chuckle "But I had a nightmare."

Sun growls "Nightmare?" He kisses your head "Gone now."

You giggle and yawn. Moon pulls the covers over the three of you and you all go back to sleep.

[dokifluffs]

Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu

Pairings: Suna X Reader (female), and Osamu X Reader (female) 

Genre: domestic, spooky, fluffy halloween

Author’s Note: Osamu’s is canon (it’s not but you can’t tell me he WOULDN’T DO THIS). you can’t tell me otherwise. suna’s is also long ah ha ha

Baby Halloween | Konoha, Sakusa // Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo // Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima 

Warnings! Haikyuu dads with kids, post time skip

Suna: gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛 

Small hands tugged on his hand and arm dangling off the edge of the bed  

He took a deep breath in and let out a longer breath as he stretched his body beneath the cover draped over his bare back

He laid on his stomach with one arm curled beneath the pillow half his face was smushed into, the other arm beginning to play with his little girl as she stood beside the tall bed of his

He twirled his fingers as she tried to catch them in her hands, her small voice letting out happy squeals as he played with her in her attempts to wake up her father 

He purposefully ticked her, beneath her chin, played with her hair, gently nudged her around as she stumbled with her balance, trying to hold down her dad’s arm

“Hm, what’s up squirt?” Suna’s voice was raspy and muffled as half his face was still smushed into the pillow, part of him still asleep 

“It’s halloween,” his little girl looked up to him with her bright yellow-grayish eyes and dark brown shoulder length hair, soft as anything he’s ever felt and it had always been this way when she was born

“Hm.. I see. Are you excited?” He pushed himself up as the blanket slid off his back, the sunlight shining through a crack in the curtains right onto him as he sat on the edge of bed, his bare feet meeting the fluffy carpet below

He pushed out a yawn, wiping away a stray tear that welled up in his eye as he scratched the back of his neck, stretching his torso

His little girl waddled and stood at his feet, reaching up to him 

“upsy daisy,” he mumbled as he bent down, lifting her up to sit her on his hip as he stood, carrying her with him to the bathroom as he washed up and she sat on the sink counter beside him 

he poked her plush cheeks, nuzzling them with the back of his index finger as she let out a big yawn, her little tongue sticking out as she did this and a little smile pulled on his lips 

she was quiet just like him

while in the middle of brushing his teeth, he watched her do the same with her tooth brush, and even tied her hair into a simple pigtail on the top of her head 

after washing up, he carried her out again, still in his pajamas which only consisted of black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips as he walked into his little girl’s room, her small toddler bed unmade with half the little plush blanket hanging off the edge of the bed 

“what do you wanna be this year?” he opened the wardrobe, sliding her clothes on the hanger to the side, pulling forward her costumes 

“this one,” she quietly pointed, one arm hugging around her father’s neck, little fingers combed through the hair at the bottom of his neck as she pointed to the beige color little fox suit 

“alright,” he hummed as he set her down on his bed, pulling the costume off the hanger, helping her get her feet through the fox onesie, zipping it up 

she snuggled her face into the sweater paws of the costume as he pulled the hood up, little fox ears on top with a plush fox tail that dragged on the floor as she walked, following him back to his bedroom 

she bounced around, hopping on her two feet, excitedly looking back to her tail 

“are you a bunny now?” he smiled as he glanced down to her 

“no,” she giggled up as she hugged his leg as the two of them stood in the master closet 

“I guess I have to match with you,” he sighed as he pulled his old fox onesie, changing into it so now he was the papa fox and she was his baby fox 

Osamu: gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛 

“Y/N, are ya ready for the cutest costumes ever?” Osamu called from upstairs as you waited downstairs at the bottom in your own costume

Every year, well every year since your twins had been born, Osamu and you were to take turns dressing them up

Last year was their first halloween and you had the privilege to dress them and now this year, their second one was Osamu’s turn

“I’ve been ready for the last few minutes, ‘Samu, lemme see our babies,” you looked through your camera roll, looking back to last year’s photos that you took of their costumes which were a brown bear and panda bear while you and osamu were ice bears from the show “we bare bears”

A classic that you and Osamu loved to watch, even if it was pretty childish at times but still an amazing show for the two of you nonetheless

After all, having a marathon of that show ended up being one of your guys’s dates in college

And here the two of you were seven years later

Married, financially stable after a few rough two, almost three years since graduating from college but the hardships were over and it was smooth sailing for the two of you as Osamu’s success began to grow  

He was all you needed and you were his - but then again, this all changed when you showed him the pregnancy test, and your little munchkins came

“Alright, eyes closed,” Osamu called as you went back to your camera app, preparing yourself to see them

But then again, nothing could ever truly prepare you for the two lives Osamu and you had brought into this world

“We’re comin’,” you couldn’t keep your heart from racing so fast, you had to cover your eyes from peeking on their own

You could hear their steps, well, Osamu’s as well as the giggles and baby sounds of your kids in his arms as he did the thing he always did while stepping down the steps whenever he held them

He always added a little extra bounce to make them laugh

“You two ready to show mommy our costumes?” He knelt beside them, his arms wrapped around their bodies, hands on their plump bellies

The two nodded as you squealed, squirming around the back of the arm of the couch you leaned on

“I’m most definitely winning this year, okay open your eyes in 3…2…1…”

“Oh my god!” You instantly collapsed to your knees, walking on them toward your twins as Osamu had dressed your daughter as a sushi roll and your son as a bottle of soy sauce

“Her little wasabi headband,” you squealed as Osamu wore his Onigiri Miya uniform, serving the two of them to you as himself

The two of them babbled as they raised their hands, spouting out incoherent sounds that you assumed were meant to be words

Osamu and you had been trying to get then to either say “mama” or “papa” first but alas, it was still too early

“So did I win?” He leaned down as he stuck his face in between theirs, pressing their cheeks to both sides of his own

And this did it

The three pairs of eyes of the ones you loved most in this world were just staring back at you all so cute in their outfits

“Yes, yes, you win, oh my god ‘Samu, my heart-“ you rest your hand on your chest as you overflowed your phone with pictures of the two of them, getting them to hold hands, to sit beside the pumpkins on the front step of the house

It was too perfect, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband or life at this point

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Christmas Surprise - Zarya x Reader (Female) [Fluff]

A/N- Hi. I know it’s been a while since I last posted, but the spirit of Christmas suddenly took me over and possessed me to write this! I really want a Christmas miracle today. I hope this sort of makes someone’s day today, since I know this time of year can be tough for some people. It’s definitely usually pretty rough for me. Also. It’s 3 am and I didn’t really proof read after editing, so if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize! Happy Holidays!  You open your eyes, waking up by the sudden blasting of Christmas music. Your favorite holiday toon plays at full volume. 

Zarya looms over you, wearing a silly green Christmas hat with colorful lights. She’s still dressed in her pajamas. A black tank top with the words next to three boxes, ‘Naughty’, ‘Nice’ and ‘I tried. Fight Me (I’ll probably win)’ and the pair of red and black plaid pants that came along with it.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Zarya smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

She moves back to turn the music down and place the speaker on the dresser. 

“Oh yeah! It’s-” You yawn, noticing the time on the dresser clock.

 ‘4 AM’

“Really really early,” You rub your eyes, pulling the blanket up over yourself.

Zarya chuckled, taking a seat next to you on the bed. She gently rubs your shoulder. “I would let you sleep in for longer, but I’m too excited. I spent all night decorating the living room and… well the other things are surprises.”

You perked up, leaning your head on Zarya’s shoulder. Your arms wrap around her waist. “You’re amazing,”

You smile, sleepily closing your eyes again. “I didn’t know you loved the holiday so much,” You yawn.

“It’s our first Christmas, malishka. I wanted to make it special,” Zarya chuckles again.

You open your eyes again, seeing a wide smile on her lips as she looks down at you. Her eyes shimmering as brighter than the lights in the room. 

“I’m guessing you’re not letting me go back to bed?” You joke, leaning up to place a kiss a kiss on her chin.

“You won’t want to after you see everything I did for us,” Zarya smirks. She stands up, reaching for your hand. 

You groan playfully. “Okay,” You respond, grabbing her hand. She carefully pulls you out of the bed. You stand up, draping the blanket over your shoulders. 

Zarya picks up a Christmas hat with ‘Solnishko’, labeled on the front. “For my little sun,” Zarya explains, handing the hat to you. 

You place it on your head. “You’re- giving me way too many nice things and compliments for this early in the morning. I didn’t have anything this elaborate planned. I feel bad,” You respond half-jokingly. 

You walk to the sink, quickly brushing your teeth. 

After you finish, Zarya spins you around. “It’s really hard to outgift one of the best gift givers, princess,” Zarya smirks, picking you up bridal style placing a kiss on your lips. She sets you back down “Now, come on.” 

You smile, remembering her super competitive nature. It’d be fun to compete for the ‘best gift giver’ spot next year, just to see her reaction. 

“Fair point,” You hum, opening up the room door. The scent of breakfast and a little bit savory dinner instantly filled your nostrils. You lick your lips, now hungry.

The living room was completely transformed. 

There were some light decorations you did earlier the month, but now the room looked like something out of a movie. The tree went from housing the gifts you bought for Zarya underneath to there being so many presents, you would think they were for at least ten people.

 The small dining table was plated with your favorite breakfast dish, some cups of your favorite juice and two glasses of some festive Christmas martinis mixed with cranberry juice.

“Do you like it?” Zarya pauses, looking down at you.

“You’re so cute,” You poke her nose. “You don’t need my approval. You put so much work into all this! It’s honestly incredible.”

Zarya lets out a sigh of relief that’s so small, she probably didn’t think I noticed. She reaches over, giving me a hug from behind before pulling out my chair and taking a seat at the dinner table. 

“I’m happy you’re happy, malishka. Please sit,” She instructs.

You sit, trying the breakfast after a few moments. The food melts into your mouth and all you can do is smile. “I can’t wait until you open your presents,” 

You say in between bites. Zarya nods, starting to eat the food on her plate. “Me too.”

You finish the plate in moments, and drink the rest of the orange juice. “You’re such a good cook.”

“I know,” Zarya teased. “I started the dinner, but I think it would be more fun if we finished it together.“

“Yeah, that sounds great. We’re a great team,” You grin, picking up the cups and plates and drop them off into the sink. Zarya clinks her martini glass to yours after you return to the table. You both drink. 

After you finish, Zarya looks to you excitedly, like a giddy little kid on Christmas morning. “Present time?” She points. 

“Not yet,” you say, walking up to her and reaching for her hand.

Zarya tilts her head, puzzled as she grabs it. 

You lead her over to the couch, sitting right in front of the tree. 

“Mistletoe,” You point to the one you hung up yesterday.

Zarya playfully rolls her eyes. “You don’t need one of those to get me to kiss you.”

“I know,” You grin, placing a kiss on her lips. 

Zarya wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you into her. You two, now laying on the couch. Zarya kisses you back to deepen the kiss. 

“I told you that you wouldn’t want to go back to bed,” Zarya teases as she pulls back, placing kisses all over your face. 

“Shut up,” You laugh, leaning into her chest after feeling her warmth. She carefully adjusts the blanket so it’s covering the two of you. You smile, feeling safe in her arms. “I’ll fall asleep right here just to piss you off.”

“You won’t,” Zarya grins.  “Not when you’re on top of me. I wouldn’t allow it,” she gently lowers her hands, one on your lower back and the other now on your thigh. She places a trail of kisses down your neck.

You bite your lips, instantly melting into her touch. “Fuck- I hate you,” you joke.

Zarya stops, letting out a chuckle. She places a kiss on your forehead, then pulls back to make eye contact with you. Her hand cups your face. She runs her thumb across your cheek.  “I love you too, solnishko.”

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 4

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

This chapter is 🔥 rated from the get-go. And there’s some Guys being Annoying stuff too.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

You closed your eyes, waiting.

But you should really have guessed that they’d both go for it at the same moment.

Aleks slid his cock fully into your mouth and Billy pushed inside your core simultaneously. Just as you gagged from Aleks’ cock hitting the back of your throat, Billy fully sheathed himself inside you and you gave a strangled gasp in response.

“Ssshh, ssshh,” soothed Billy, “you’ll get used to us in a second.”

He took a firm grip on your hips and began thrusting into you, while Aleks took hold of your head in both hands and began fucking into your mouth. The two of them then freed a hand and each grasped one of your breasts, kneading and massaging them in synchronisation with their thrusts.

Do they do everything in tandem? - a far part of your mind wondered.

Your eyes were watering by now as each stroke of Aleks’ was hitting you pretty hard, and so you decided you’d better try and relax your throat a bit otherwise he’d end up choking you when he came. At least, you assumed he’d come in your mouth.

You’d still been tensed up from their double penetration and you noticed that it was slightly more comfortable for you once you had managed to relax a little. Aleks was setting a ferocious pace, groaning and muttering foreign words you couldn’t quite catch. He was pushing your head even further forward against his thrusts, so you made yourself relax even more.

Billy, meanwhile, slid his hand in between your legs and began massaging your clit as he kept up his furious, deep thrusting. Each one was forcing a moan from you - partly stifled by Aleks’ cock in your mouth - but you knew Billy heard them as he whispered, “I hear you, sweetheart - get ready to scream!” And you knew you would, you could feel your orgasm building already.

Aleks suddenly grabbed your head with both hands again, jerking quickly against your lips, and you hastily swallowed the warm liquid you felt spilling onto your tongue in case it started dribbling out. Billy built up his thrusting and massaging of your clit to a crescendo, your climax hit you like a truck and you did scream, then felt his body tense and he was coming too a split-second later.

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Stroking your hair and face, Aleks drew his cock slowly out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, “My good girl,” he whispered against your ear, “taking my cock the way you did and then swallowing all my come.” You felt quite proud of yourself and then wondered - with extreme irritation - why on earth you were thinking that way.

Billy pulled out of you, leaning down and you felt him firstly kissing then licking, licking and licking at your clit with that tongue of his until you were squirming again. “Hey, stop that,” said Aleks, “her next orgasm’s mine.” Billy sat up, shrugging, “Okay, but only ‘cause you haven’t had a perfect pussy like this for decades or whatever you were claiming.” Aleks huffed and began to square up to him, but you said (somewhat hoarsely and tiredly), “Don’t start, you two!”

They both backed down, and Billy slid himself along your body so he could kiss you. You could see Aleks stroking himself out of the corner of your eye but Billy distracted you by kissing you hungrily and running his fingers along your jaw. Suddenly you jumped, as the second hard cock you’d had inside you that night pushed its way into your pussy. You jumped again as you felt it continue to push fully inside you but Billy held you close to him, soothing you and whispering, “You’re doing great, baby girl,” as Aleks began to thrust into you.

Billy sat right up on his knees and straddled your head, and that’s when you realised that he had another erection too. Of course he did. He gently pulled your mouth open and pushed his tip inside, quickly following with his full shaft, and he also began thrusting so once again you tried to relax your throat a little while he held the back of your head, then slid his other hand down behind him to grip one of your breasts.

Aleks was forcefully thrusting in and out of you, and once again loud gasps were forced out from your mouth around Billy’s cock. Aleks had a grip underneath your backside and was pushing you hard against his hips, while massaging your other breast. Then the hand on your ass went between your legs, and his thumb pushed inside till it reached your clit and he began massaging it while continuing to squeeze your breast.

Billy thrust deep into your throat and gave a feral grunt, releasing his come into your mouth, and while Aleks was still working you, you were busy swallowing as quickly as you could once more. Aleks was still pounding into you and rubbing furiously at your clit, and your orgasm burst on you like a firework going off. He continued thrusting for a moment or two more then he climaxed, and a second load of come was released into you.

The three of you sounded like you’d just sprinted home past the winning line in the Olympics, and this time the two of them kind of collapsed onto you. Billy and Aleks both pulled their cocks out of you, and you took in some huge gulps of oxygen. “Oh, baby girl,” gasped Billy, “that was amazin’.” Aleks took in a deep breath, “Fucking amazing, as I think my charming brother would put it.”

Billy sat up and crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. “I think our girl needs another orgasm as a reward,” you heard. “No, I’m fine, thanks,” you said, but then felt your legs being parted anyway and a beard started tickling your inner thighs. Billy’s tongue made its way right inside you, and he licked you deep and long before adding two fingers to the mix. You began mewling - you couldn’t believe it but yeah, you were actually mewling - and then his thumb hit your clit and began rubbing you so hard you thought you were going to come right then. He worked you with everything he had for a few minutes longer before your climax hit you and you definitely heard yourself scream his name.

Billy’s face - complete with glossy lips and chin shining in the low light - popped up from between your legs with the biggest smirk ever on it. Then you saw a sulky-faced Aleks also crawling down the bed, “Move!” he growled at Billy, “I’m going to give her another orgasm too.” “No!” you squealed, you knew you were in imminent danger of becoming over-stimulated.

But Aleks’ dark head disappeared between your legs, while Billy climbed up your body and began using his teeth and tongue on your nipples. Once again you felt a beard scratching at your inner thighs then Aleks pushed a finger inside you, swiftly followed by a second and then his tongue. He worked you with those for a while before moving his tongue to your clit and roughly licking at you. It really didn’t take very long before you were orgasming again, and this time you remembered to scream his name (it was only fair after all, you thought.)

He emerged triumphant from between your legs, and Billy gave your nipples one last lick. Then the two of them collapsed one either side of you. Each gave you a long and open-mouthed kiss and told you in turn how truly fantastic the sex had been. They’d insisted on adding some graphic details as proof - like you’d needed any - assuring you they’d got deeper inside you and further down your throat than they’d ever got before.

Both yawning mightily, they each threw an arm over your stomach and promptly fell asleep, snuggled into your side, noses buried against your neck.

You lay awake on your back for quite a while after they’d fallen asleep, listening to their even breathing, occasional soft little snores and feeling little huffs of their breath on your neck.

Pondering on the current situation, while you were still annoyed that they’d ambushed you in your own bedroom and had ignored you when you said to stop, you had to admit to yourself that 1) right from the moment they arrived, they’d made you feel very horny and 2) you didn’t think you’d ever had better sex in your whole damn life.

You looked either side of you at the two dark heads next to yours on the pillows, and thought that the old saying “be careful what you wish for” definitely applied here. Only a very short time ago, you’d been bemoaning the lack of any hot men in your little town.

Now it seemed you had yourself two lovers. At the same time. And it was fucking exhausting.

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You’d eventually dropped off to sleep - you didn’t usually sleep on your back but had had no choice in the matter - and when you awoke, the two men in your bed were still asleep. You needed to go to the bathroom, rather urgently, so you unhooked the two arms from over your stomach and managed to extricate yourself from the tangle of legs, standing up off the bed and grabbing your robe off the ottoman. They had both stirred in their sleep when you’d got up but neither awoke.

You tiptoed out of the room and made your way to the bathroom, nearly shrieking when you looked in the mirror and saw the love bites all over your neck, and again when you pulled your robe aside and saw even more all over your breasts. You then carried out a full body survey, and in addition to the marks you’d already seen, there were also fingermarks visible on your wrists, hips and inner thighs and your breasts and nipples were quite swollen and sensitive. Oh well, you thought, it was some night after all.

You’d washed your hands and were just finishing brushing your teeth when the door opened and in breezed a naked Billy. Damn! You needed to remember and lock the door, you never usually did as you lived on your own.

“Mornin’, sweetheart!” You were grabbed into a bear hug and a long kiss was planted on your lips. Then he strode over to the toilet, flipping the lid up before taking hold of his cock and letting go with a golden river of pee. He finished, giving his cock a shake, putting the lid back down and flushing the toilet. “See,” he winked at your shocked face, “I’m housetrained.” He came and stood next to where you were still rooted to the spot at the sink, and began washing his hands. “Got a spare toothbrush, angel?” You did as it happened, and took two out of the bathroom cabinet, one dark blue and one black. He whipped the dark blue one out of your hand, unwrapping it and grabbing the toothpaste.

A few seconds later, toothbrush busily scrubbing at his teeth, his dark eyes sought out yours and he grinned at you, mouth full of toothpaste. “Aleks was right though,” he said, dripping some toothpaste into the sink, “fuckin’ amazing sex, baby girl.” You blushed, still not having said a word to him, and he reached out his free hand, slipping it underneath your robe and rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Ready for another session?” he winked at you, “How about now?” He gestured at his stiffening cock. He rinsed out his mouth and dried his face with the towel, throwing it back over the rail before locking the door, grabbing you and pushing you up against the wall next to the sink. “No… Billy… I need to..” “You need to what, sweetheart?” His fingers grasped your jaw and he kissed you, heat building. “Get ready for me, that’s the only thing you need to do,” he smirked. And he untied your robe, pushing it down off your shoulders so it fell to the floor in a heap. He looked appreciatively at the love bites littering your skin, “Wow! We really did some territory markin’ last night, huh?”

His head went down and he fastened his lips onto a nipple, sucking at it then biting. He lifted one of your legs and held it at waist level before moving his by now fully hard cock to your core and guiding it inside you, forcing a gasp from your lips. “Mmmm, you like that, angel? Course you do. ‘Cause I know I do,” he whispered in your ear as he started to thrust into you. You found yourself nodding like an idiot. He pulled your hips even closer against his and he fucked you like that for however long, you lost track of time quite honestly.

He was biting and licking and sucking at any bit of skin he could reach, and you were sure your upper torso was just going to be one giant love bite by the time he was finished. He’d started rubbing your clit and your orgasm followed like clockwork, then he came shortly afterwards. Billy pulled out of you, placing your bare foot back on the floor and then kissing you tenderly. “The sex… it’s just outta this world, sweetheart.” He gazed into your eyes, “I’m not lyin’, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He grabbed a towel and began gently wiping your inner thighs and then your pussy. You felt yourself blushing - again! you thought, what the fuck’s the matter with me?! as you picked up your robe and put it back on, but before you could actually say anything, the door handle rattled and you heard Aleks’ voice demanding, “Let me in, I’ve got to go! And what exactly is going on in there?”

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Billy unlocked the door and smirked at his twin, “Sorry, bro - just takin’ care of business,” before winking at him and brushing past him.

Aleks strode into the bathroom, standing there in just his boxers and suspiciously raking his eyes over you. Suddenly you felt like you had a neon sign on your forehead - ‘I’ve just been thoroughly fucked’. He frowned at you, “Oh okay… I see,” he said, managing to make you feel guilty for some reason. “Well, my turn now, darling.” You suddenly realised that having two lovers simultaneously really was going to be quite tiring.

In another case of deja vu, Aleks locked the door and you then witnessed the whole peeing/hand washing/teeth brushing scenario again. Then your robe was stripped off you once more, he stripped off his boxers, and Aleks was also looking at your love bites with a smile on his face, very impressed with him and his twin’s handiwork. What is it with guys and love bites, you wondered?

Aleks was now sporting a hard-on but in a change to the published programme so to speak, you were gently turned around and your backside pulled back against his hips before he assertively pushed his cock inside you, and he gripped your hips as he started thrusting into you. One hand slid up your abdomen to grab one of your breasts and he ran his thumb over your nipple, before beginning to squeeze your breast. His other hand kept hold of your hip, and eventually his hand left your breast and travelled to your clit. He massaged you to an orgasm before continuing to thrust for some time, but finally he came and held you close against him, kissing your neck and your jaw and your cheek as he pulled out of you.

“My little one, you truly are something else,” he whispered, also grabbing a towel and gently wiping your legs and pussy, just as Billy had done. How did they manage to mirror each other all the time? You guessed it must be the twin thing. He opened the bathroom door and the two of you emerged, and as you headed back to the bedroom you spotted Billy - black boxer briefs on now - lying on the sofa channel surfing. Aleks dropped down onto the other sofa, stretching like a big cat and ready to start watching with him.

So, you thought, they were back on your sofas in just their underwear again and looking very pleased with themselves. The two of them turned their heads and gazed at you as you walked across the living area, smiles on their faces, casting inviting and worshipful and lustful looks towards you.

But you forced your eyes away and headed to the now-calmness of your bedroom. The only thing you were going to do for the next few hours was sleep.

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Billy and Aleks heard her close her bedroom door and looked at each other, matching self-satisfied smiles on their faces.

“Fuck, she’s somethin’ else, isn’t she?” asked Billy, and Aleks smirked at him, “Yes - and I just told her that in there,” he said, nodding his head towards the bathroom. His twin crossed his hands beneath his head and lay looking up at the ceiling, “You know, I really didn’t think she’d go for it,” he mused, “I really didn’t.” “Told you she would,” replied Aleks, “there was a ton of mutual attraction and sexual tension between the three of us.”

“Whaddya think we should do? Let her rest for a little while before we go back for more?” Aleks nodded, “Oh yes, definitely - I mean we can do with some R&R ourselves.” Billy nodded, “Yeah, true - I admit I feel like a truck ran over me. Haven’t had a sex marathon like that for a long time.” He turned his head and looked at his twin, “But I meant what I said to her, I haven’t ever had it so good before.”

Aleks nodded, “Me neither, I meant it too. The way she just took both of us at once. Amazing… not an ounce of fight in her. Well, not that much to speak of, anyway. Nothing we didn’t overcome in a heartbeat,” he shook his head in wonder.

There was a short silence, then Billy pondered, “I wonder if she’s into anal?” Aleks’ face screwed up, “Even if she is, I’m not!” “Don’t panic, bro - I’m not either. I just wondered if she was.” “Ask her!” Billy shook his head, “Nah. Don’t want to ruin a beautiful friendship.” They both chuckled.

“Anyhow, I don’t intend on giving up regular, mind-blowing sex anytime soon so I say we don’t leave her alone too long. She might overthink it, start having second thoughts about us being a threesome,” said Aleks, “I really don’t think we should chance it.”

Billy nodded, “Yeah, she might get cold feet.” Aleks looked at him, “What? But she’s got a big quilt. How can her feet get cold?” Billy burst out laughing, “It’s a figure of speech, you idiot! It means when someone decides they don’t want to do somethin’ they were gonna do after all.” “Oh, I see! Well, I think that’s a really stupid saying.”

His twin shrugged, “Whatever. But yeah, let’s give her - maybe two hours tops? - and then we go in.” He smirked, “In every sense of the word!”

Aleks laughed, “Okay, yes.” His eyes took on a dream-like expression, “I can’t wait to be back inside her.” Billy gazed back up at the ceiling, “I can’t either. I can’t stop thinkin’ about her. And havin’ sex with her again - for hours. All night. All day. Just all the time.” “Now that sounds like a plan,” agreed his twin.

They both heaved big sighs, thinking about the woman in the next-door room.

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You were startled out of your doze by the rattle of a teacup on your bedside table. Lifting your head slightly, you realised your twin lovers were sitting on either side of you, naked and smiling down at you. Then your eyes dropped a little - two very erect cocks were looking back at you.

“No! I need some more sleep!” you protested. “We’ve brought you some tea to drink first,” said Aleks, soothingly. He picked up the teacup and held it in front of you, “I made it for you,” beaming proudly at you. Reluctantly you took the cup and sipped from it, finding to your surprise that the tea was in fact pretty good. “Good, yes?” asked Aleks, and you had to agree. “Drink it before it gets cold!” encouraged Billy, and you frowned at him. “Drink it so I can fuck you again, you mean!” you snapped. He grinned disarmingly at you, “You read me like a book, sweetheart!”

You struggled up a little more in the bed, carefully holding onto your cup. They were just gazing at you and you found it a little disconcerting. “Will you two stop staring at me!” Eyes still on you, seeing the swell of your breasts above the bedclothes, Aleks said in a breathy voice, “Oh… you’re naked.” Instinctively you pulled the bedclothes up, “I don’t want to have sex again right now, thank you!”

Billy lay down on his stomach, looking up at you with puppydog eyes and a pouted lip, “But we take such good care of you, angel!” Aleks leant in towards you, “And all we can think about is you, darling. And that perfect pussy of yours. We need more of it.” You pulled the sheet right up under your neck, “Well, you’re not getting back inside it right this minute, okay?”

You caught a look going between them, then both half-slid under the covers and lay beside you, arms on top of the bedclothes and heads in your lap. “We’ll just lay here with you and kiss you and hold you till you feel like it again. We can be patient because we love you, baby girl,” crooned Billy. Aleks stroked your knee above the sheet, “So much, darling.”

Laughing, you said, “Look, you guys really need to stop saying that bullshit. We’ve known each other for, what - two days?” Billy’s head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box, looking indignant, “Have you never heard of love at first sight?” “Lust at first sight, you mean!” you replied. Billy nodded, “Yes, lust is in there, obviously it is… but we do love you,” he insisted, “you’re perfect for us.” Aleks was gazing up at you and nodding, “Perfect for us,” he echoed.

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Baghra peered into the cracked and cloudy mirror which enabled her to see into the void.

She sighed, shaking her head. Those silly boys - thinking they were in love. They had been very impulsive in the feelings department when they were young, looks like the passage of centuries hadn’t changed things.

She had been aiming to have them materialise in what she thought was an empty flat, she hadn’t realised someone had currently been living in it. And certainly not a woman. It had been empty the one time she’d investigated it before she’d guided them there.

But maybe it was for the best. She’d been amazed when she realised they were actually sharing her - she would never have believed it if she hadn’t seen it for herself, them all sleeping together earlier that morning. Hopefully it would calm them down a bit, make them less aggressive - not least with each other. Surprisingly, she seemed to have an element of control over them, which impressed Baghra. Not that her boys realised that, she thought, smiling to herself, they thought they were totally in control.

Ah well, I suppose they deserve a bit of peace and pleasure, she thought. She put down the mirror and turned towards the nearby window, looking out into the dark night.

Bahgra was worried. There had been some unexpected and unexplained occurrences over the past couple of days, and now she wasn’t sure what might happen in the very near future.

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

IUI - Roach is Baby

Wifey told me Jask needs to meet Roach and fuck she was RIGHT

warnings: I... went a little horse girl on main? sorry? no triggers, just cuteness. also i was tipsy whilst writing the last half so like... im sorry if theres typos or its unreadable lol

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“I’m sorry. I just have to go check on Roach before we go to dinner,” Geralt cringed as he turned away from the restaurant Jaskier had wanted to go to. 

Jaskier just put a foot on Geralt’s dash and made himself comfortable, “Oh what’s wrong with our baby?”

“Our baby?” Geralt nearly swerved into a ditch. 

“I’ve seen enough pictures and heard enough stories that I happen to have grown attached. Now answer my question,” Jaskier didn’t seem phased at all. In fact, he seemed to think it was perfectly normal to just adopt your partner’s animals after three months of dating.

Geralt took a steadying breath and tried not to read into it. Jaskier said wild things all the time, he was just beginning to get used to it, “She got her teeth floated.” 

Jaskier was quiet for a moment, tapping Bonnie the Blue Footed Boobie on his thigh, “I’m having some horrible image of pumping her mouth full of water until her teeth come out, please tell me what this means.” 

“Horse dentist filed down the sharp bits of her teeth so she can chew better.”

“Oh! Ow!”

“Oh no, they sedate the horses. That’s why I didn’t answer last night. I- uh. Didn’t want to leave her in case she laid down and got cast.”

Jaskier shifted and peered at him over the rim of his sunglasses with a fond smirk, “Sweetheart, I don’t speak Horse Girl.”

“Cast is… cast? Getting stuck laying down? But stuck on or under something? Once Roach did it by rolling on a pile of shavings I hadn’t spread yet so she couldn’t roll back over where she had room to get up. I had to pull her back over it by her legs…” he chuckled at the memory then paused as he turned into the barn’s driveway, “I see how this sounds odd.”

Jaskier sat upright and leaned forward, mouth open in awe as he took in the stables that looked like something straight out of a high(er) budget daytime soap, “So this is why you live in a studio.”

Geralt sighed as he parked the truck in front of Roach’s barn in between the indoor arena and the massive covered wash racks, “Yup.”

Jaskier got a brief tour, or more accurately, he followed Geralt to Roach’s stall and pointed at things and asked questions the entire time. There were so many horses. He’d never seen a horse up close, except for that one mounted police officer on his trip to Canada and that wasn’t an all too fond memory. He was almost vibrating with excitement when they reached Roach’s stall. 

Geralt stepped in and greeted her so softly Jaskier thought he might faint, “Hey, Ro. How’s my sweet girl?”

She pressed her forehead into the hand he held up and nickered. Geralt just laughed and scratched under the little tuft of long hair between her ears. He leaned forward to give her a kiss and whispered something in her ear that Jaskier couldn’t catch despite his best efforts. 

Geralt turned back to face Jaskier, looping one of his arms over Roach’s neck and giving him a proud almost-smile, “Wanna come say hi?”

Jaskier ever so hesitantly stepped down into her stall, “She won’t step on my toes if she doesn’t like me right?”

“She might. She’s never met someone in Berks and daisy dukes,” Geralt winked as he ran his fingers through Roach’s mane. 

Jaskier took a moment to register his sarcasm and flipped him off with a grin. Geralt gently gripped his wrist and manipulated his hand into a flat surface, popping a sugar cube in his palm.

“Just keep your hand flat and let her sniff you. She’s easy to win over,” Geralt’s voice was unbearably fond and Jaskier found him watching his face more than the horse reaching her nose toward his outstretched hand. 

It was one of two times since he’d known Geralt that he didn’t have at least one solid worry line in his forehead. Hell, his whole body was more relaxed.

Roach took the sugar cube and explored his hand, wiggling her upper lip over his palm and wrist before snorting and shaking her head.

Jaskier yelped and jumped back, earning a confused head bob from Roach and a laugh from Geralt, “It’s okay. Something just tickled her nose.” 

“She’s just so big…” Jaskier muttered, stepping forward and holding his hand out just like Geralt had shown him.

“You can pet her too.”

Jask just brushed his fingertips over the white patch on her face but she pressed into him, bobbing her head a bit to use his hand to scratch at a certain spot between her eyes. 

“Oh! Hello! Does this mean she likes me?”

Geralt’s smile covered his whole face, another thing Jaskier had only seen a handful of times, “She does. You want to go for a ride?”

“Now!? In shorts?!”

“Oh no, sometime next week maybe? You’re not supposed to ride for a couple days after a float.” Geralt started running his hands over her back and belly, then her legs as if he was looking for something. He pinched right at the peak of her rump, making her flinch a little bit and swish her tail, which he seemed satisfied with. Then he pushed at her middle, just gently leaning against her and watching her feet. When nothing happened he seemed pleased and moved on to checking her water and kicking around some of the shavings and, to Jaskier’s disgust, poop. 

“Darling what are you looking for?” 

“Anything unusual. She looks fine though,” he draped his arms over her back, now on opposite sides from Jaskier, “Could I convince you to walk her up and down the breezeway for me?”

Was this the date night Jaskier had been expecting? No. Was it absolutely adorable and delightful to see Geralt so clearly in his element? Fuck yes. He giggled and played little games with Roach and was so gentle and patient with both Roach and Jaskier. It was, so far, the best date they’d been on, first one included. Jaskier had gotten a little peek at who Geralt was when he was truly at home. 

After a brief and very goofy showmanship lesson, they strolled out of the barn with Geralt’s arm draped over Jask. 

“I’m sorry. Restaurant’s probably full by now…” Geralt sighed, opening Jaskier’s door for him. 

Jask hopped up on the seat and pulled Geralt to stand between his knees, “I don’t give a flying fuck about where we eat. This was lovely.” 

There was a look in Geralt’s eyes that reminded Jask of a little kid being told they could play outside for one more hour, “Really? You had fun?”

“Of course, darling,” Jask mumbled as he pulled Geralt further into a kiss, “Just give me heads up next time so I can wear my boots.” 

“You have cowboy boots?”

“Well they’ve got a rather high heel… but they’re still technically cowboy boots.” 

Geralt leaned his head back and laughed, “I’m getting you barn boots.” 

“If you insi-,” Jaskier shrugged, cut off by Geralt’s lips on his, where they stayed for several minutes. 

They were definitely too late for a table. 

[axwalker]

CREEP 4: I wish I was special

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC  (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

In this chapter: Lexie and Drake spend a lot of time together. I’ve have to be honest this is a filler chapter with a bit a lot of smut 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/N: Drake’s and Lexie’s POV. 

Words: 4,470

WARNINGS: SMUT! Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.  

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

TAGS ON THE COMMENTS –As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapters. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic; please do not hesitate to ask!!

Drake 

I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I’m holding Lexie in my arms, and this is happening. 

Damn. She tastes even better than I imagined. Soft lips, the flavor of cherries and mint and something singularly Lexie. So, fucking sweet. Her innocent tongue is hesitant at first to play with mine, making her surrender even more satisfying. She’s been the center of my world for years. She’s everything I crave, and I didn’t know how to handle the rejection of the only person who matters to me. I know that’s not an excuse; I know that I don’t fucking deserve her. Hell, if I were a better man, a man that wasn’t starving for her, I’d live her alone.  

She makes me stumble into the bed- when her thighs tighten around me, and she allows me inside her perfect little mouth with hot strokes of my tongue, my hands aching over the softness of her hair, her cheeks, absorbing her unique textures with my palms. 

Get yourself out of my system. My heart has just awakened again, and it breaks painfully; when I think about her words, I make a pitiful sound into the kiss. Ah God. The best night of my life could be the night Lexie cuts me off for good, and I don’t know how to stop it from happening. She’s attracted to me, but I’ve hurt her too badly to contemplate a future. A man with more self-control, maybe an older one, might stop this now. Demand to talk, to explain to her I’ve loved her for so long and so fucking deep that I can’t see straight. That I let my insecurity act on my name. But right now, I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone. I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, trying to memorize exactly how she smells, how she tastes in every single part of her. How she sounds when she moans brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again. 

“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Drake.” 

I want to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m… I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience. I’m not as practiced at sex as she thinks. Only one girl before I met her. After seeing those deep brown eyes, no one else would do it for me. But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl. So when she rubs against my cock and whispers, “feels good,” I almost come against in my jeans. 

I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish. Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Lexie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me. 

A thunder rumbles in the sky outside as she makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers grabbing my T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms slowly brushing the shape of my chest up to my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat burns me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my body—and no, no, no, I can never live without her. I’ll fade and die without her touch. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t take me out. As deep as she is inside me. I know she’ll never love me as I do her, but I need her anyway. With those directions clear and loud in the back of my head, I move toward the bed and drop down to my knees, gently laying Lexie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Lexie’s pussy through denim, and again, I want her so fucking badly, I’m worried I’m going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to slide the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, soft flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up and shut my eyes closed. God, oh God. 

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants. “You’re so beautiful; I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I groan, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Lexie in panties. No amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her left knee, the light blue panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to how wet she is. The slit of her sex. My senses are overloaded, my breathing uneven.

Then she blushes and bites her lip, and I understand that she’s as nervous as I am. Probably more. Fuck, this is not about me. This is about the beautiful, sweet girl underneath me. I take a moment to look at her face; her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who –for three years, has only climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and come all over the goddess in front of me. I’ll come so hard. All over her. But this is more than sex. I’m being allowed sex with the girl of my dreams. My dick is in disbelief, painfully hard and dripping with pre-come in my boxers, begging to come inside of her, instead of out. And Lexie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last? 

“Lexie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny she makes me. She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans. 

“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?” 

I shudder so hard, my jaw almost breaks. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.” I’m a beast right now, ripping down my zipper and shoving my hand inside, beating off the raw length of my dick, my eyes traveling from her face, to her tits, to her pussy. Then circling back and starting at the beginning,  telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. A fucking goddess. And Lexie seems to sense my desperation and overcome her shyness because she takes down her panties and kicks them away, baring herself to me. Ironically, when I should ultimately explode because the vision she creates is such perfection, I’m determined with purpose instead. With responsibility. As soon as her pussy is out, all I can think about is tasting it, giving her an orgasm and my own sexual pain takes an immediate back seat, my jerking hand slowing in the lap of my jeans. The sight of Lexie’s body hypnotizes me. 

“Can I touch you?” She nods shyly but eagerly, holding her breath. I hold mine, too, my palms gently grazing up her inner thighs and pushing them apart, spreading the pink slit between her legs, revealing the secrets I need to learn or I’ll die unsatisfied. “Tell me when I do something that feels good.” 

Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the mattress, fingers digging into the blanket. 

“Yes.” 

Fuck. I get to give her head. I’m down on my stomach in a heartbeat, rubbing my nose through her slick folds, inhaling Lexie, something peachy, gently dragging my tongue side to side over that little button. The sight of it makes my cock pound, my tongue licking toward it automatically, on reflex…and Lexie loses her fucking mind. A sexy sound fills my ears, her fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. It’s like winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Knowing I found the exact spot that could get that reaction out of my girl has almost made me come right then. My tongue is worshipping her until I’m devouring her, doubting between French kissing her wet little pussy and teasing that perfect spot, her cries making the sweetest music in my ears. 

“Drake. Drake. Don’t stop. Don’t. Please, please, please.”

 When she comes, I swear to God, the taste of her is so sweet, so incredible, I go a little insane.

“I-I’m ready, Drake. Please.”

Despite how fucking bad I want her, I must make sure she wants this. I take a deep breath to calm my fucking dick, then I bend down to kiss her cute little nose and ask her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nods “Yes. God, yes.” 

“I don’t have a condom. I don’t—” 

“I’m on the pill. I went to the doctor myself to regulate my periods. Are you --uhm clean?” 

I’ve only been with one girl three years ago, and we were safe. “I am.” 

“Then I’m sure, Drake. Please, I want you so badly.” 

With a choked sound, I take hold of my cock and press it to her center, my life flashing in front of my eyes when I slide in a single inch and her wet pussy clenches around me like a fist. “Oh. Fuck.” I drop my face into her neck, raking my teeth against it, my hips burning with the need to thrust. Claim. Pound her into the ground.

“Are you okay, baby?” Fuck, her eyes are shut, a painful expression in her innocent face.

“I just need a moment, Drake.”

“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” I don’t need to think about anything to distract myself. The mere fact of knowing she’s hurting is more than enough to sober me up. I cage her head in my arms and kiss her softly. I look her in the eyes, and there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. Trust. 

 “I lied to you, Lexie. I’ve only been with one person like this. But that was before you. Since then, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I feel her adjusting to me, so I force in another inch. It feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. “This sweet little pussy.” I search Lexie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise. 

“You…waited for me.” she whispers. 

My nod is jerky, teeth clenched. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal just to have you look at me?” Her breath comes in tight pants, brown eyes glazed. 

 “I need more. You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.” 

“Soon. Soon. Just let me get myself under control.” 

“Please, Drake.” Her expression is enthralled, imploring. “Fall apart.” 

I “Lexie, please. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want to make it perfect for you.” 

She gives me one of those smiles I craved so much, and catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock. Fuck, I want to be gentle with her, I need to but damn if she’s not making it difficult. I bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps 

 “Hurts,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too big.” 

“What?” I struggle for awareness, my eyes unfocused as I search her face. 

“Too big…” “It hurts.” Horror hits me. I’m hurting Lexie. My Lexie. Fuck no. “No, I’ll stop.” 

“No.” She tightens her legs around my hips. “Just go slow.” 

I kiss her front. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” My eyes focus on her pretty face. She’s so perfectly delicate. “You’re sure, baby?”

“Yes.” She kisses my mouth to reassure me, and I groan, melting at her touch, gently rolling in and out of her. It’s a painful effort to keep the slow pace, but I want her to enjoy this. I stop for a few seconds, and I search her face. If she’s still in pain, I’ll pull out of her no matter what she says. But her lips are parted, and she seems to be getting there with me, so I continue to thrust, rhythmic and measured, our eyes hot on one another.  Her tight little pussy is making me insane. 

 “You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, kissing her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and that perfect hair moving in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I move a little faster and she cries of pleasure. “Be mine, Lexie.” 

I put my hand between us and touched her at the same spot I did when I kissed her sex. Her reaction is immediate. 

“Oh god, Drake. Just there. This is—God.”

She cries one last time, and I can feel her pleasure squeezing my cock as she comes.

An invisible string is cut when I’m finally down the other side of my peak, my heaving body collapsing on top of Lexie’s. “Lexie?” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. “I’m… God. Are you okay?” 

Her nod gets my blood running again. 

“It finally happened,” I say, almost hoping she didn’t hear me.

“What did?”

“My fantasy came true.”

The smile she gives me is almost shy. And somehow, that’s the best part of our perfect night. 

 Lexie 

Over the years, my mother’s voice has started to fade from my head, but I can remember her saying, “Santo Dios,” when something interested her. Or made her sit up and take notice. And watching the muscles of Drake’s back move in the darkness, I mouth those words to myself. Santo Dios. After we… After what happened … I don’t know what to call what we did. I’m scared to call it “making love.” “Sex” sounds too shallow for something so intense. “Fucking” sounds too crude, too impersonal, when what passed between us couldn’t have been more personal. 

All this time, I pictured Drake meeting girls on the weekends, forgetting all about me in a quest for momentary bliss. But that wasn’t the case at all. He’s been…he waited. He waited for me. When making that confession, the raw honesty in his eyes left absolutely no doubt that he…feels something for me. Quite a lot, if I can believe what a man says in the heat of the moment. None of what Drake said felt like bullshit, though. Or a man telling a woman what she wants to hear. It was as if he’d been holding it in and pleasure broke the dam of secrets, making his walls collapsed all around me.  Leaving me with the ruins of all this new knowledge. 

I sit on the back porch of the cabin, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Drake connect the generator so we can have light. Thanks to the storm, the electricity isn’t working. Now, shirtless, he works on his knees in front of the machine, a frown of focus between his dark brows. Every minute or so, he stops working to glance over at me, his throat bobbing, his eyes watchful and hungry, the outline of his erection back to pressing against the front of his jeans. My newfound feminine vibrates, demands attention. I was too tired to put my pants back on, so I’m dressed in panties and a T-shirt. My lack of clothing feels forbidden, as does being alone at a cabin with a boy. For the whole night. And I don’t know what to do about the desire he’s fueled inside of me. I don’t know what to do with the excitement of knowing we’re both new –or almost, at exploring the bodies of the opposite sex…and all the ways we could do it now. Inside the cabin. Alone. No one to hear us, judge us, see us. No getting in trouble. Nothing holding us back. Except for what he did to me for two bitterly long years. Except for the fact that I need to get far away from here, from my father, and it won’t do me any  good to get attached to this magnetic boy.

There can only be one night. I need to make a fresh start. I need to cut myself clean off from everything that has made me feel sad and broken in the past—and whether my heart likes it or not, Drake Walker is one of those things. 

He’s looking at me right now like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And it’s that kind of intuition he seems to have about me that is going to get me into trouble. Going to make me second-guess my determination to leave him here along with everyone and everything else I’ve grown up with. 

Drake sets down the tool in his hand and flips a switch, lighting up the porch. “Looks like it’s working.” 

“Yeah.” 

He sends me a tight smile. “They don’t call me a handyman for nothing.” It occurs to me in that moment that I don’t know a lot about Drake’s private life. I know he lives in a trailer on the other side of town. And the horrible story he told me about his family, but not much more. 

 I want to escape this place. Does he? “Are you…planning on hanging around Portavira after graduation?” 

His movements pause ever so slightly, but I catch it. “Hadn’t thought too much about it.” 

“Really?” 

“No,” he sighs. “That’s a lie.” Kneeling in front of the toolbox, his jaw tightens, his gaze eventually making its way back to me. “And I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Lexie.” 

“Then don’t,” I say quickly, holding my breath. 

“I know you want to go to college and make something of yourself, but that -that’s not an option for me. I’m just going to stay here trying to fix this old house and honor my dad’s memory.”

He evades my gaze, and the reason why is painfully obvious. “You have nothing, nothing to be ashamed about, Drake. What you’re doing with this cabin is amazing; if this is what you want to do, you should”.

Even in the muted moonlight, I can see the reddening of his cheekbones. “Believe me, for the rest of my life, I’m going to hate myself for how I treated you. I thought…” 

“What?” 

He shakes his head, but answers anyway. “That night at your house, I thought when you found out I what I did for a living, that I was there to repair your roof…you remembered I wasn’t good enough for you. That you looked down on me. I thought you were ignoring me all this time because you regretted everything that happened, everything you said. You had a momentary lapse of judgement and went back onto your pedestal, out of reach of my filthy hands. It hurt to think I disgusted you. It hurt and I took it out on you.” At the end of his explanation, my mouth is hanging open. No wonder he was so mad, lashing out all the time. He thought I was ignoring him because I thought myself better. Above him. For a prideful person like Drake, being ignored because of his status would have stung worse than anything else. 

“Why are you only telling me this now?” 

“Because it sounds like an excuse—and I’m not making one. Ever.” 

“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.” 

“No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby. I’ve never stopped wanting—fuck-craving you like a madman. It just killed me to see how you were so gentle and kind to everyone but me. Even before I started -bullying you.” 

Nerve tingle everywhere on my body, the need to touch and be touched by Drake increasing the temperature of my skin rapidly, making my breasts feel full, my legs weak. I’ve never tried drugs, but I understand now what addiction must be like. Fighting a pull, battling a self-destructive urge, promises an incredible high before the inevitable downward spiral. If I give him the slightest encouragement, he’s going to bring me inside and…be with me again. 

Is that what I want? Yes. 

Will giving in to my physical urges make it much harder when I have to leave town for good? Yes. Yes. 

There isn’t anything casual about Drake and me. And how can I begin to rebuild my pride, my life, if my first act of independence is giving my body to the person who made me cry so many times since sophomore year, I’ve lost count? I search for a way to change the subject. To take the focus off the connection dragging us back together. 

“Well.” I dampen my lips. “I don’t think I’ll go to college anymore. My father hid all my acceptance letters. He was never really going to let me go.” I intertwine my fingers together and tighten them until they leach of color. “Tonight, was the first time I ever spoke back to him. I was just so angry.” Several beats pass. 

“Of course, you were.” He drops down onto the back porch, a couple of feet to my right, staring out into the trees. “Hell, Lexie. I’m sorry he did that.” 

I nod. “I did a lot of thinking on the back of your bike. It’s good for that. Thinking. Isn’t it?” 

“Yeah. When you don’t want to think… it’s good for that, too.” 

“Hmm.” 

He looks over at me; hands clasped loosely between his bent knees. “What did you think about?” 

“College. How to salvage the original plan.” I feel kind of jumpy, sharing my ideas with Drake, with anyone, I’ve kept things to myself for so long, not confiding in my classmates, not getting close to others, lest my father find a way to blacken the connection. To make people sorry for interacting with me. “I was thinking…maybe I could go and see the school guidance counselor. I need all my transcripts to apply to college here in Cordonia. Once I do that, things might get easier. There has to be a way to make it work. Even if it is a little late to apply.” 

Drake nods, frowning like he’s giving my plan some serious thought. “It’s not safe for you to go back to the school, Lexie. I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you need. Pick up your transcripts or anything else. We can find a library around here to fill out the applications online…” My heart thumps heavily. All that time spent with him, getting deeper and deeper. It wouldn’t be wise. “You don’t have to do all of that.” 

“I want to.” 

His eyes are hopeful. I shouldn’t allow that hope. Nor should I rely on him for things I need to do myself. Things that will be required to take control of my life. “It’s not safe for you at the school, either. What if my father presses assault charges?” As soon as I ask the question, I shake my head. “Never mind. He’d never do that. People would know you bested him. They’d know what he did to me, too—and he’d never, never allow that. There’s nothing more important to him than his reputation.” 

“So I’ll go to the school for you?” he asks, quietly, almost too casually, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. It’s not a simple question. If I say yes to this favor, it means our…relationship will extend beyond one night. To include tomorrow—Sunday—plus Monday morning, before the school opens. It adds time to the us I know he still wants. Do I have a choice, though? My father could be there waiting for me, and that terrifies me more than my feelings for Drake do. What he’s willing to do could help me tremendously. Could start me on the path to a new beginning. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll go.” 

Drake swallows loudly, his eyelids closing. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze traces my bare thighs hungrily. We have until Monday now. What are we going to do with all that time? That question hangs in the air, unspoken, but louder than a shout. I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I need him too, even if it’s for a few days. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Drake is by far the most beautiful of all. 

“Lexie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “I want to taste you again?” Heat envelops me, invades me. I’ve always worried I need to touch myself too often. That I have a more pronounced sexual appetite than I’m supposed to have at my age. But as Drake kneels on the lower stair in front of me and separates my thighs, kissing a path toward my apex, I know he’s the reason. Drake is the reason I’ve been riding the heel of my hand, crying frustration into my pillow, night after night after night. He’s the one that inspires the excruciating arousal—and I don’t have a shot in hell of saying no to him. Not when it comes to being physical. I just have to remember to say no to anything more. Anything beyond this. “Yes…” I lean back on my elbows. “Do it.” 

He does, and we spend the next hours lost on each other. 

[macnevercries]

Fantasy

(Deku x F! Reader)

warnings- stepest, mentions of alcohol, dubcon/noncon, penetrative sex

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It’s fun to pretend. You run down the sidewalk, bidding your friends goodbye and stumbling a little, alcohol still in your system. Your heart beats quickly as you run faster, it’s scary to be out at three in the morning alone. Make it a game, you’re playing tag and you will be less afraid. You round the corner and bounce up the steps to your house, parents gone on a business trip so you decided to stay here for the weekend instead of your college dorm.

You turn the key and the lock clicks open, shutting the door quickly behind you. Once you’re inside you sigh happily, you win. You know that no one was chasing you but sometimes it’s fun to pretend to be a kid again, run from monsters that don’t exist, blood coursing through your veins as your heart pumps faster than it ever should.

Imagining running from a dragon, your pretty dress flowing behind you as you tear down the hallways of your castle. Studying to become a writer had its perks, being alone for you was never boring when you always have a story in your head.

You toss your keys on the counter, flicking on the kitchen lights and turning on the stove. You should probably eat something before you go to bed, alcohol and an empty stomach don’t mix well. You sift through your parents fridge, humming a tune softly.

“Why were you out so late”

You jump at the voice, whipping your head around to face a large chest. Broad tan shoulders block your view. Slowly turning your head up, you meet the green eyes of your older brother.

“When did you become the bad kid, out past 3 and” he leans forward, taking a whiff of you “obviously drinking, what happened to college?” he smirks.

“Why aren’t you at your job? You shouldn’t be here” You retort, a little defensive and embarrassed you were caught. Izuku won this game of tag and you didn’t even know he was playing.

“I’ve been working, just wanted to take a break and visit my lovely little sister” He leans foreword and pinches your cheek. His touch lingers a little too long, brushing his large fingers down your cheek. He always did love teasing you. You move around the barricade that is his body, continuing your conquest for food.

He frowns at the space you put between you two, coming up behind you where you stand in front of the stove. He grips your waist, tickling you.

You burst out in a fit of giggles, bending over as he finds your weak spot. “Iz-zuku stop, I’m trying to cook”

He lets you go but doesn’t move far, breathing over your shoulder with every movement. He’s very protective of you, as any older brother would be. But sometimes it was strange. You didn’t need a knight in shining armor, but he didn’t seem to understand.

You fry two eggs, plating them and sitting down. Izuku sets a cup of water in front of you, taking his place across from you. Your dining room used to be a throne room to you, but with your adult brother it felt so much smaller.

You nod at the water, an inquisitive look on your face. He laughs at you, “You need to sober up”

You frown, not fond of the idea of letting go of the warm blissful feeling the alcohol had left. You drink it anyways, bringing the dishes back to the sink but not washing them, you could do them tomorrow. You trudge over to the couch, flicking on the the TV. Izuku follows your every step, right behind you at all times.

After staring at the brightly lit screen for what felt like hours, trying to ignore how close your brother was, you got up from the couch. He moved up to follow you and you snapped.

“Why do you keep following me, can I use the bathroom alone?”

He falters at your tone, taking a step back. “Oh yeah, my bad I just miss hanging out with you, like we used to?”

His implied words make you shudder, things you’ve tried to forget resurface in seconds. A princess shouldn’t be with her knight, especially if they ‘serve the same king’. Ever since his dad married your mom, things have been weird between you two.

Sneaking into rooms at night, exchanged kisses that weren’t quite right. It was wrong and you knew it, but you could never get enough of him. As you grew older and he went away for school you realized how bad it was and you tried to forget, vowed it wouldn’t happen again.

You walk up the stairs, a little bit too quick. He stays in his place on the couch but watches you go, your hips mesmerizing him. You change into pajamas, brush your teeth, do everything you would normally do. You hop into bed, turning off your lights and wishing sleep upon yourself. Maybe if you just pretend then it wouldn’t be real. His footsteps up the stairs, the knocking on your door, walking in without your response, his weight on the bed, his hand on your thigh. Maybe if you just pretend. This can’t be real.

He pulls your blankets off your unmoving form, he knows you’re not sleeping, he knows you too well. Everything about you, your friends, your school, your relationships, your mental health, and your body. He has it all logged in his head. If he didn’t know all of these things then how was he supposed to protect his baby sister?

Your breathing becomes labored as he pulls down your cotton shorts, lust or fear you’re not sure what makes your heart beat so fast. You’re not familiar with his adult body, he’s grown so much, too much. He could easily overpower you. He’s muscled up for his job and everything is just.. bigger. He’s no longer the sweet boy you knew, the one that comforted you through your mom’s new marriage. No, he’s someone else.

Your mind screams no but your body aches with his familiar touch. He might not look or act the same but he has always been gentle. You mewl when he lifts up your shirt, rough fingers rolling your nipples back and fourth. He plants soft wet kisses on your chest and stomach, never leaving marks. This was a secret, just for the two of you.

You can’t help the way your body jumps towards his hands when he pulls down your panties, thick digits swiping through your folds. You can deny it as much as you want, but you crave him. You whimpers become louder, all of his touches last so long when you can’t see anything in the dark. Right here in your childhood bedroom, you can’t see your brothers face but you know he’s smiling.

You hear fabric shifting and you know he’s discarded his pants as well. He climbs over you, towering, caging you in. Your hips grind up into his, desperate for friction.

“Slow down princess” he chuckles.

The nickname takes you away, let’s you believe that this is okay. It’s just a fantasy, it’s not real. You snap out of that mindset when Izuku pushes into you, bottoming out in one thrust. He groans as your wet walls envelop him, squeezing tightly. A muttered string of curses leave his lips when he starts moving, rocking into you slowly. He speeds up quickly, the warm feeling taking over his control.

He fucks into you hard and fast, the tip of his length kissing your cervix with every movement. He pounds you into the mattress as tears roll down your cheeks. He wipes them away, caressing your face and kissing you earnestly. He wanted you to be his but he knew it couldn’t be that way. If he couldn’t have all of you, then he would at least have this.

“You like it when your step brother fucks your tight little pussy like this? Yeah I know you do”

A broken moan escapes your lips, turning into a sob when his cock twitches at the sound.

His large thumb finds your clit, making quick circles to match his thrusts, bringing you over the edge quickly. He follows right after, pulling out and coming all over your breasts. Sticky fluids drip down chest, an uncomfortable feeling. He tucks himself away, kissing your forehead and exiting the room.

It’s fun to pretend, especially when it lets you believe that moments like these are just a fantasy.

[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH1

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff.

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London's best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

He was giving you that look. not the look, that look - the one that told you to stop doing what you were doing. It wasn't often that you'd layer it on thick for the press, making sure that you're giggling as you press your hand to his chest. With each flash of a picture you make sure you're striking a different pose. It was hard work being a liar, but it was even harder work without the publicity you gained. 

Your Publicist Cheryl or 'cherry' as she begged you to call her, had devised her own scheming plan to generate not only some amazing press for you, a well established quidditch player, but also some well-needed hype and sales for Fred Weasley's shop. After all, it's not every day that London's best quidditch player was dating Infamous Fred Weasley, Gryffindor Star beater and all-in-all stellar man. The plan had been well and truly in action for just over four months, With Fred the main face of the shared brand with his brother George, it felt like the best option according to Cherry. 

You were leaning into Fred, answering press questions about the latest win, how you were feeling about the upcoming game and, of course the all too regularly asked update on the relationship. You were 'very happy with a man like Fred', he was smiling down at you, gushing sappily "She may be the best Seeker in the game, but my god is she a keeper." The line made you sick to your stomach, When Cherry had pitched it to you both, you were groaning in disgust, but as she pulled the lollipop from her bright red lips with a pop, staring at you with raised eyebrows, you knew it had to be done.

As the interview began to wrap up, you thanked the photographers and journalists, grabbing Fred's hand and interlocking your fingers with a beaming smile, you made sure the cameras could see, after all the last issue of the Daily Prophet branded it as a 'winning smile'. You were escorted away from the press, once out of sight from them, your hand dropped from Fred's grip. "Well done for not making that so not obviously fake." you quipped at him, going to pull your coat on and check your phone for any messages. He laughed, imitating your voice, "Oh, Fred, you're so handsome, won't you just kiss me right now?" You scoffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Your phone had three messages when the screen had lit up, your stomach feeling like it had butterflies when you noticed the name. 

>> Do I get to see my beautiful girl later? 

>> I got your favourite for dinner. 

>> I miss your lips already

You felt like the luckiest girl alive in his presence, he made you feel like a princess - a queen even, with every night you spent with him. It all started at Hogwarts for you two, after all, It's not often you get to see the best Slytherin seeker and the Gryffindor star beater together. It really wasn't often because you'd been hiding your relationship for that long. He taught you quidditch skills that got you to where you are today during late, late night practices, often ending with makeout sessions on the grass as you straddled his hips,giggling into the bitter Scottish air. 

You fell in love with George Weasley as a teenager, and for 6 years you had kept your relationship a well-guarded secret. Even through the war, you kissed each other goodbye, praying that it was only a see you later. You knew that one day you would marry the gorgeous man you loved so dearly. You tried to persuade Cherry, who had and still has no clue about your true relationship status, for it to be George you had a public relationship with, but she quickly shut the idea down because George was 'too quiet'. 

<< I miss you so much Georgie… heading back to the shop with fred now

<< btw I'm staying over tonight, I won't suffer another night without kisses :'((

>> Just kisses? ;) 

<< Shut up. 

<< I love you xx

>> I Love you too, babygirl xx

>> Daddy can't wait to see you <3

George stood lazily, arms draped over the balcony as he was smiling down at his phone like a muppet. He was so head over heels with you that he wasn't sure what to do with himself. George wasn't mad that you had to fake date his twin, after all, he'd rather it be Fred than some random quidditch man, or worst of all, Krum. He knew and recognised how important it was to your career plus, what good businessman turns down the opportunity to rake in some sales? It hurt to read the papers sometimes, seeing how much attention you both got together, a part of him wished it was he who got to show you off. 

When you entered the shop, you caught George's eyes immediately, a bashful smile spread across your face, immediately feeling like a schoolgirl again in his presence. Fred sulked off to his office, leaving you to browse the shop until your driver arrived to take you to team practice. You were browsing the upper back wall of products when you felt his stare on you, he was meters away from you and you ached to draw him in for a kiss. You reached out to him, making the grabby hands that he couldn't resist, he checked over his shoulder, seeing nobody, before waking over to you, he pulled you into a quick and needy kiss by your neck, his other hand finding your hip. 

"I'll be home after practice," you mumbled between kisses. It was common for you to travel to his via floo, arriving at the place you truly called home, leaving a vacant and empty flat behind. He shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Too long to wait," he laughed softly, his lips pressing to yours again, you were just about to deepen the kiss when you heard Cherry yell out, "Y/N let's go or you'll be late for practice!" You sighed, leaving your boyfriend behind, fingertips being the last thing to separate as you walked away, leaving him dumbfounded. 

Practicing with your team was always a long, tough grind, your captain worked you hard and she knew it was all for the best, she was due soon to step down from her duty as captain, leaving the team in your hands, so you felt like you were learning double constantly. The warm water running down your skin made you crave George's touch even more, pushing the thought of Fred's hand on your hip out of your mind completely, you simply couldn't wait. 

When you arrived home, George, as promised had your favourite dinner ready for you. He was an amazing chef, using muggle techniques and tools to help create the perfect dishes without the need for magic. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, relaxing into the dining table chair as George brought out your bowl, his hands were massaging your shoulders as you ate, "Aren't you gonna eat, Georgie?" you questioned him, he smirked, "I've been waiting for you to get home so I could have my favourite." George was on his knees, hands reaching up to pull down your leggings, you lifted your hips up, allowing him to drag the material down each of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, 

You knew exactly what he was doing, your hands found his hair and he tutted, breath fanning over your pussy as he looked up at you. "I made your favourite for you, Princess, You always liked it when we eat together." His tongue darted out to lick over your covered slit, feeling you already wet through your underwear, he hummed in appreciation, his teeth pulling the material to the side before attaching his lips to your clit.

Every time he hummed against you, it made you shake, the task of eating dinner becoming more and more strenuous, as you struggled to swallow down the food while he was pulling such sinful moans from you. George's skilled tongue was fucking your cunt, swallowing everything he could like it was the last meal he'd ever eat, and godric did he think you tasted divine, his thumb came up to circle your clit slowly, bringing you closer and closer to the ege. 

Thing is with George, he doesn't stop till he's got what he wanted. "Finish your dinner, baby," he smirked, a long finger slowly teasing your entrance, "I'm not finished until you are too." he was a determined man, by your second orgasm you could hardly hold up your fork, but nevertheless you soldiered on, managing to swallow the last piece just before number three hit, your legs were shaking and you were moaning incoherent sentences. That was possibly the best meal of your life, your weak legs could hardly hold you up when you tried to stand. 

George pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the bed where he found your favourite shirt of his, helping you change into it, he left to make you a cup of tea, bringing it into the bedroom for you. sitting contently beside each other.

George's phone buzzed on the side, he read the message from fred. Laughing before showing it to you, the irony all too funny for him to resist. 

>> George, if only you had to do this… Fancy swapping places at the product launch on Saturday? 

<< Love to, but I'm not sure that's how the whole twin thing works. 

>> With an ass like hers, I don't mind it too much… shame, she seems like your type. 

The last text from him made george both laugh and be angry at him sexualising his girl. You laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s jaw before taking a sip of your tea, "He doesn't know George."

He hums a little bit before typing a reply. 

<< It really is a shame, she does have a nice ass. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes - Men. 

///TO BE CONTINUED///  Chapter Two >>>>>

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