#twinwich

[coco-monster]

Anon prompt my inbox ate apparently:

number 39 with the positions flipping fast - twinwich. Positions keep changing because you are getting passed back and forth between them

[39.]   flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

I was so casual about this. Definitely didn’t keep drifting off, lost in thought. This is fine. Everything’s fine.

Also this just dives right into filth, so fair warning. It's getting wild.

(And no twin-on-twin action, by the way. just good ole fashioned mfm) 

“Look at me while he’s fucking you,” V snarled against your ear, pulling your head back by your hair to force your gaze to his face. With your back pressed against his chest, your arms pinned firmly behind you, his other hand clasped around your wrists. 

Meanwhile, Copia had his cock fully buried in the wet heat of your cunt, furiously fucking into you while muttering a slew of curses in his mother tongue. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as you leaned against his twin, still growling in your ear. Copia seemed mesmerized by the sight, the way his length sunk into you at full force, one hand digging into the meat of your thighs while the other roughly kneaded your breast.

You were no stranger to fucking either of them, but of course that had always been separately. Sure you'd fantasized in the past about taking them both at the same time, playing with the idea about who you thought would be most willing to take you up on your dare. But you never thought that would actually happen. Yet when you'd broached the subject in a moment of whiskey-laden boldness, despite some initial hesitancy on the matter of logistics, you'd discovered they were both… strangely comfortable with the idea. 

“Look at me,” Copia groaned, reaching for your chin to angle your face back in his direction. The desperation in his eyes was palpable as his fingers trembled against your sweat-dampened skin. Cursing once more knowing he wouldn't last long at this pace, he pulled out, leaving you so painfully empty. Though it wouldn't be for long as you knew V would quickly step in. 

Suddenly, you were flipped onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips upward as fingers dragged along your entrance, already sopping wet with arousal.

“What a beautiful mess you have made.” 

Whether that comment was directed at Copia or you, you weren't sure but you shuddered as you felt V’s cock slide against your folds, stopping to press against your clit only for a moment before pulling back. You whined, arching your back in desperate hopes of contact, but a sudden harsh slap to your ass made you jump.

“Wicked little thing,” V growled, leaning over you and grabbing a fistful of your hair. 

You could have sworn you heard Copia let out a hiss of displeasure but he kneeled in front of you at the side of the bed, pulling your arms forward and pinning your hands to the mattress. When his eyes met yours, they were wide but not uncertain or questioning in any way. He knew you wanted this and he would take on hell itself for you to get what you wanted. 

“You think you're ready for me?” V asked, diabolically prodding with his cock once more. 

Nodding, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Copia, but as V sank into you all at once, your eyes rolled back as a guttural, hoarse cry left your lips. The pace set was relentless, but not as rough as you were prepared for, and Copia’s fingers threaded with yours against the bedsheets. Slowly, V’s hand trailed from your hip to your shoulder, using the grip to thrust into you with more intensity, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Heat spread under your skin as your pleasure rapidly began to build, your muscles contracting around him as your thighs quivered. 

“Not yet, angel,” V murmured, sliding out of you with a groan. Copia’s fingers stroked yours tenderly as he leaned in, kissing your forehead through your sweat-dampened hair.

“This is what you want, yes?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nodded encouragingly, still breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, but you were able to smile weakly. V, being on the same wavelength as his twin, ran his hand through your hair, brushing loose strands away from your face. 

“How’s our girl?”

Our girl. That’s who you were, who you wanted to be. Shared between two equally devoted men that cared more about your pleasure than their own but above all wanted your fantasies made real, with no question to your safety.

V slid this hand under your chin, angling your face towards him. There was a softness in his eyes as he smirked but with the clear hint of devilish intent lingering behind them. It was enough to make you come undone then and there.

“Ready for more, angel?”

Again you nodded in agreement, your gaze shifting between them. 

“On your back,” he ordered, stroking his hand idly along his glistening length, still soaked with your arousal. Copia stepped back as V placed himself beside you, standing next to your place on the bed with his cock at eye-level with your face. Placing your legs over his shoulders, Copia began kissing a wet trail along your inner thigh, slowly making his way towards your sex with hungry moans escaping him freely. 

Stroking your face, V brought his cock to your lips, already weeping with his own desperation. You took him into your mouth voraciously, your tongue swirling around his tip as your cheeks hollowed. V’s head tipped back as he groaned, his hand cradling the back of your head as he thrust into your mouth, your lips already reddening from the friction. Copia’s mouth finally made contact with your swollen clit, lapping wildly as he worked, your hips bucking against his mouth. You were already close before, but the devilish work of Copia’s tongue was quickly building you up even more as your rhythm on V’s cock began to falter. 

“Stop,” V ordered his brother. “Stop.” 

With a whimpering moan, Copia pulled away from you, placing a gentle kiss against your entrance as you did. You began to squirm, desperate for their touch, desperate for release, utterly useless at thinking of anything else. 

“This is for you, angel,” V smirked, once again running his hand over his beautifully throbbing cock. “Tell us how you want us to make you cum. Show me how you want this.”

Shifting to your knees, you looked over to Copia, beckoning him towards you by patting the bed.

“Lie down,” you uttered in a ragged voice. Dutifully, he did as you asked, looking over at you expectantly. His cock bobbed against his soft stomach, the tip so red it must be aching by now. Swinging one leg over, you lowered yourself onto his face, lining your sex to his mouth. Immediately his hands flew to your hips, dragging you down to grind against his lips, the vibrations from this moans against your clit sending jolts of pleasure to your core. 

“Come here,” you breathed, ushering V to stand in front of you. Your lips enclosed once more around his cock, this time with such intensity his tip collided with the back of your throat. V let out a groan, much more urgent and strained out as your hands kneaded his muscular thighs. 

As you rode his face, Copia’s delicious noises emboldening you further, you reached behind down to grasp his hand, guiding it downward until he reached his cock, grasping it firmly and pumping wildly. 

Every inch of your skin was alight with pleasure and your mind was clear of any thought besides what was happening to you, what was being done to you. Glancing up, you locked eyes with V, his mouth hanging open as your mouth bobbed against his cock, sucking and twirling your tongue expertly around him. He was already twitching against your lips, his legs beginning to quiver as you picked up the pace.

“Don’t cum,” you ordered, pulling away with a gasping breath. “Either of you. Not yet.”

V let out a slew of curses as you went back to work, sucking him into your wanting mouth while Copia groaned underneath you, immediately releasing his grasp on his cock and returning his hand to massage the curve of your ass. 

You were so close now, knowing you were hitting your peak rapidly, the deep ache in your stomach coiling impossibly tight. You pace quickened against Copia’s mouth, hearing his muffled whimpers against your cunt as he feverishly fucked his tongue against you. Your own cries were escaping now as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose but your movements were becoming more frenzied, losing control over how quickly you sucked V’s cock into your mouth. 

Knowing his own limit and desperate to obey your command, V stepped back, swearing loudly as he knelt beside you, his mouth colliding with yours in a ferocious kiss. That was all it took to push you over the edge as you bore your weight against Copia’s mouth as V’s tongue snaked past your lips. Furiously, your orgasm crashed into you with a force you’d never before felt, crying out like a feral beast as tears streamed down your cheeks while V snarled against your mouth. Copia continued to suck at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, resorting to sliding limply to the side of the bed while two sets of hands carefully guided you down.  

Mewling and whimpering, your limbs felt impossibly heavy, your toes and fingers tingling and numb as you melted against the cool sheets. Copia tucked himself tightly against you, murmuring adorations into your ear as he stroked his hand along your arms while V hovered above you, his knees on either side of you as he massaged the muscles in your legs. With a gulp, you forced yourself to open your eyes.

“Touch yourselves,” you stated boldly. “Both of you.” 

Pressing his forehead against your cheek, Copia reached down, obediently stroking himself as he groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. Still straddling you, V followed suit but his fingers also quickly slid between your folds, sinking into you with miraculous ease. As he fucked into his hand, V nimbly carassing your soaking cunt and coaxing another rising peak from your depths. Turning to face him, you pulled Copia into a passionate kiss, licking your lingering arousal from his lips as he moaned against your mouth, his hand pumping relentlessly along his cock, pressing himself into your side. 

Leaning over you, you could hear V’s moans become more strained, his fingers now stroking your walls with maddening accuracy, hitting every sweet spot deep inside you while his thumb raked against your clit. The three of you were reaching your climaxes simultaneously, the shared cacophony of your cries a beautifully vulgar symphony. Copia was the first to break, with ropes of his release coating your torso in exquisite streams, shuddering and gasping against you. V, determined for your release before his own, drove his fingers into you in a vicious tempo as you cascaded into the throws of pleasure, once again losing yourself entirely. Finally, thick ropes erupted from his cock, delicate pearls falling across your stomach as he nearly collapsed on top of you, a repeated mantra of “fuck, fuck fuck” under his breath. After a moment, he flopped to your side, panting as he stared empty-eyed at the ceiling.

The three of you laid there, fuck-drunk and euphoric, with nothing but the sounds of labored breathing as you came down from your combined highs. Your skin still prickled as your sweat cooled, sore and spent, but so blissfully, blissfully satisfied. After an eternity of silence, Copia spoke.

“Was that what you hoped for, amore?”

“How did we hold up to your expectations?”

You chuckled, holding out a limp hand to each of them. 

“Well done, boys. Fucking well done.”

[danse-macabre-ballerina]

BLOOD BROTHERS

It's time of the month again, and sometimes one Papa just isn't enough

If the pull of the moon is up on ye as much it's on me, you're welcome

18+ Explicit (1,682 words) Copia x afab!reader, Perpetua x fem!afab!reader TW Blood

[Established Relationship/Married Couple, Smut, Period Sex, P in V Sex, Aftercare/Praise, Big Dong Perpetua™, Sharing Is Caring, Is It A Throuple?…No, It's A Twinwich, Brotherly Love BUT NOT THAT KIND]

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COME OVER WHEN YOU GET THIS. WE NEED YOU.

It was barely dawn when Perpetua's phone ding-ed him from a deep sleep. But he snapped into action as he always did, rubbing bleary eyes as he gathered the necessary supplies. Texts from his brother were rare enough, especially asking to see him, and he knew better than to keep Copia waiting.

You'd had a particularly difficult night, tossing and turning in an attempt to find any position that didn't make your joints ache bitterly, bedding kicked aside in frustration when you got too overheated only to be clutched around you again when your temperature abruptly plummeted. By the time Perpetua arrived at your door and made his way through your familiar chambers, a thick stack of soft, stained but clean old towels clutched under his lanky arm, you were being cradled gently against the bed, clothed only in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, head resting on Copia's arm, his other hand between your splayed legs, rubbing gently through the soaked pad as he kissed along the tensing muscles of your neck, whispering soothing nothings in your ear. "How is she?," Perpetua asked quietly, setting his cargo onto the edge of the bed. "Pet...." You called out to him with a pained whine, though your eyes stayed pressed close, your body continuing to writhe weakly in time with the steady circles of Copias skilled fingers. "She had to change twice during the night." What little patches of his pale skin were left uncovered by his sweatsuit were peppered with angry red scratches from where she'd been clawing at him in her sleep, needy and panting, and dark circles hollowed under his unpainted eyes from lack of decent sleep. "All of my attempts to quiet her have failed miserably. What the fuck took you so long?" "Well, I came as quickly as I could and I'm here now. Let me get these spread out and I'll help you." He started arranging towels across the opposite side of the bed, careful not to leave any patches of the satin sheets exposed. "Have you given her anything yet?" "Of course I have, idiot. Muscle relaxers, but they have not kicked in yet." You groaned a bit louder, reaching down to guide his hand when his focus drifted from you and his rhythm faltered. "Alright, alright, you don't have to bite my head off. You wanted reinforcement and I'm here. Papa is here." That earned a sharp glare from your husband, but thankfully he didn't stop what he was doing. They continued to bicker and talk about you as if you weren't in to room with them, or at least as if you couldn't hear them, which truthfully you barely could, groaning pitifully, already teetering on the edge of your third or fourth climax.

"Please, Cardi...Lower...Harder..." You nibbled along the stubbled line of his jaw, finally biting down enough to make him squeak and jump slightly. "O-Of course, amore. Forgive me." He shifted his fingers' attention from your clit to your entrance, pressing hard and matching the frantic circles of your hips. You let out an appreciative moan, the cool, wet pad a welcome barrier for your hypersensitive flesh in spite of how desperately you needed to be filled. For now the pressure against your clenching hole, the heel of his palm grinding into your throbbing bud, would have to be enough. "Close...So close," you panted. "That is my girl," he cooed, meeting every whimpering thrust of your hips. "Cum again for me, amore. Give your poor little pussy what she needs." You twisted shaking fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling yourself tight against his strong chest as a shiver of pleasure rippled through your exhausted body and your sanguine release flooded your panties. Your cries were choked, frustrated tears pooling in your eyes when it passed and still felt so far from sated. "Such a good girl," he muttered, carefully easing your overflowing undergarments down your legs, revealing a nest of wet, matted curls and flushed skin stained a deep red. He reached for nearby washcloths to start cleaning you. "Such a nice healthy flow today, amore." You giggled sleepily at his affectionate praise, finally letting your teary eyes flutter open and rest on Perpetua's curious presence at the foot of the bed, head cocked to the side as he observed you so lost in lust. "It looks to me like you have the situation well under control, C." But in spite of his words, his impressive length was already visibly straining at the laces of his pants and he was stroking it mindlessly. "What do you need me for?" Copia ignored the question, all too aware that his twin had certain attributes that made him more suited to what you needed. "She is ready for you, V. More than ready." "Please, Pet...," you pleaded, reaching out to him with weak arms. He gave a nod and a small smile, undressing efficiently and noticeably relaxing once his thick length was finally freed from the tight, irritating denim. His intimidating size was still something you hadn't quite gotten used to, and Copia pressed an encouraging kiss to your temple when he felt a nervous shudder quake you in his arms. This type of encounter had started as a just-this-once dalliance, a horny experiment, an excessive amount of wine certainly having been a factor. And the discovery of how much relief they could give you when you needed it most if they'd just get along came completely by accident. Now, once a month, like clockwork, whatever hesitance you'd ever had at the idea of being sandwiched between them, completely at their mercy, went willingly flying out the window.

Perpetua took your hands and eased you out of Copia's loving embrace, guiding you into position over the waiting towels. "On your hands and knees, I think," he instructed. "I know you're very sensitive right now and it will hurt the least." You complied with an obedient nod, bracing yourself for the sharp sting about to come and yet spreading your thighs wide in invitation. He ran his spongy tip along your slit, coating it with the blood and slick that dripped from you before pushing into you all at once, slow and steady in one thrust until he was buried to the hilt. Both brothers froze instinctively to watch you your signs of discomfort, Copia finally asking hopefully, "Feel...okie dokie, amore?" "Mmm hmmph," was the most you could manage, face already buried in the tangled sheets your hands were bunching into fists, pushing your pelvis back against Perpetua's strong grip in an attempt to take him even deeper. "I'd say she's feeling alright, C," Perpetua chuckled, wrapping his long arms around your waist and pulling you up flush against his lean chest, sitting comfortably straddling his muscular thighs, blissfully impaled and stretched to capacity. "Ride me as long as you need to, little one. I'm all yours today." You gave a few slow, tentative circles of your hips, moaning low and long at the aching pull and sweet friction he created inside your walls. "So wet...So tight and swollen..." The towels beneath you were already getting overwhelmed, crimson streams trailing down your trembling thighs. "So much blood...," Copia muttered with a hint of awe in his voice. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...," you whimpered over the loud squelching of your pussy clenching around Perpetua's rigid shaft as you ground down into his lap and felt the tell-tale pressure starting to build in your stomach, the fluttering of your inner muscles, the relentless tingle of him grazing your g-spot with every perfectly synchronized movement of your hungry bodies. "No, no, amore. Do not apologize." Copia stroked your cheeks, smoothing your damp hair back from your face before letting his hands rest on your swollen breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently. "Your body is a beautiful little miracle."

When he gave your already sore nipples a light pinch it made you yelp and tighten even more around Perpetua's twitching erection. "Fuck, C...Not gonna last much longer..." "Don't you dare finish before she cums, stronzo," Copia hissed. "I swear to Satan, what kind of two-pump-chump-" "Shut up...Both of you, shut up..." You slapped your hands over each of their mouths, clamping down on Perpetua's cock and throwing your head back over his shoulder with a loud squeal, fingers snaking to rake through their soft hair as your orgasm spasmed through you. "Shut the fuck up...ah...AH" He followed a breath behind you, roaring as he emptied into you, his seed joining your already abundant juices and you'd never felt so full before in your life. You fell boneless into your husband's waiting arms, sighing heavily as you felt Perpetua's softening length slide from your tight grip. He rocked you gently, pressing kisses against your sweat-drenched forehead as you felt the dip of his brother's weight on the bed disappear. Perpetua addressed Copia from across the room sheepishly as he cleaned himself and dressed without making eye contact. "Sorry about...you know. I usually have a little more control than that." But Copia only smiled knowingly at his brother as he readied you for bed. "Don't worry about it, fratello. She always has the same effect on me." He gave you a quick squeeze that pulled you from your fuck-drunk reverie. "Right, amore?" "Mmm hmm...," you mumbled with a sleepy, raspy voice. "Sometimes he cums in his pants before we even get started..." "Heh heh heh," Copia laughed nervously, stroking your hair a bit more erratically. "Do not listen to her. She is delirious." You were happily starting to lose the battle with consciousness, getting pulled into a blissful post-coital sleep, but you still heard the end of their conversation before Perpetua disappeared back into the darkness of the Ministry corridors. "Thank you for your help, V. You are a good brother." Copia's words were barely audible, but they echoed in your ear where it rested on his chest. "Anytime, C."

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[theirsatanicwiles]

Today we're thinking about a Twinwich.

18+ content under the cut.

Perpetua has you cradled between his legs on the edge of the bed. One of his hands is between your thighs, gently stroking your sex in ways that make it feel as if electricity is shooting through your veins.

Copia is sitting on the floor in front of you, eye level with your pussy. He can't decide which is better to look at, the glistening flower before him or your face, in rapturous abandon. He's not to touch you until it's his turn.

When your eyes meet Copia's, the fire at your center burns hotter. The hunger on his face makes you want to be devoured.